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a gentle tongue breaketh the bone | 20: clinical

pairing: fem hybrid fox omega!reader/hybrid Alpha!nct 127

tags: reverse harem, non-traditional omegaverse hybrid! cyberpunk au, pack dynamics, polyamory, slowburn/slowbuild, angst & hurt/comfort, heavy content warnings inc. torture, graphic violence, suicidal ideation, explicit sexual content

summary: the year is 2127. decades of eugenics and warfare have led to the rise of designated populations: the ruler Alphas and their rare, prized omegas sequestered from the Beta population. in the aftermath of the War of the Two Tigers, New Goryeo ushers in an Imperial dynasty determined not by birthright but by the alliance of the Syndicate’s clancorps to choose the best pack of your generation. you are destined to take your place within the Imperial harem as a queen, and–perhaps–Imperatrix herself

but you have a secret, written into your skin and bones–one that could easily kill you, depending on who finds it out

ten years ago you chose your Alpha and their pack in a fateful meeting

now, you must make them choose you

[masterlist & glossary] [read on AO3] [19: burial]

wc: 6k

chapter warnings: gross misuse of medical terminology (don't correct me, taeil is just tired) and some smut under the pretense of medical care (pelvic massage), mentions of vomiting

recommended listening: love is a beauty - nct 127

Moon Taeil [Nyctereutes procyonoides α] - magna cum lauda Imperial Academy of Medicine Physician, 2nd rank

>>> patient 1 recovering, expected rate for non-developed hybrid form Felid. sustained fx, inj. are as follows: >>>> gross injury to levator scapulae, supraspinatus, teres major and minor >>>> humerus luxation treated with closed reduction w/o sx intervention, possible crush injury to humeral head, imaging negative >>>> clavicle and scapula injuries healing w/o sx fixation, blood flow to right arm inhibited by subclavian artery and thyrocervical branch closure, recommend amputation if unable to restore bloodflow to lower extremities >>>> wounds to scalp from forcible claw damage, penetrating, inc. possible puncture of sphenoid bone. temporal skull fissures healing without leakage, no artificial grafts available for outer ear, treated with amputation of dead tissue and cauterization >>>> platelet levels depleted, multiple donations made including from known genetic rejection variants >>>> sx intervention to insure subclavian artery reformation, rapidity of healing within 2-3 hours. may be grafts, or donated plasma. a full genetic spectrum analysis is rendering, delayed by recombination, captured >>>> abn variant detected on scan, will need confirm by biopsy if deep tissue or contam. suspect contam, due to multiple sx performed under non-sterile non-quarantine procedures. patient 0 is recovering from sternum, mult. rib fx from chest compressions, deep tissue calcaneal tendon refixture, performed with local anesthetics only, report to follow

To say Taeil is exhausted is an understatement. Spiritually, emotionally, and especially physically–he feels much older than his age.

When he's caught a break to shower he's scrubbed blood off that’s no longer there, still smelling and feeling it's tacky, flaking texture on his skin. The last time he's truly slept was when he’d shoved your dose of ketamine into his cephalic vein, woken up to a nightmare that hopefully, mostly, has come to an end.

Performing surgeries better suited to specialists with one amateur combat medic and a decades-old TraumaTeam surgical bot wasn’t easy, but he's managed it. It was the only solution while in lockdown. Yuta had clapped him on the shoulder with his forearm after they’d performed the first round of Mark's intervention, blood smeared on the Felid's face from wiping sweat and hair from his forehead.

"Just like the old days," he'd said, smiling ruefully. Battlefield humor never ceased in Nyctos, not for the old guard.

It hadn't been as funny when they'd been tasked with treating Jaehyun, or you.

Now that he could feel you, knew you, he understood how much you'd kept locked away. It penetrated past every defense he'd trained into as a war medic, as a physician treating young and old, alike.

For the first time in a decade of being a physician he'd heaved up the non-existent contents of his stomach. If it weren't for an IV after that, and maybe a careful injection of sedation and caffeine, he wouldn't still be standing.

But he had to be, for his most important patient.

Mark's recovery had begun without the accelerated genetics of a fully designated hybrid. From what Taeil knew of Mark’s childhood he’d received twice as much anti-shift therapy as someone like Jaehyun–treatment for an accident on base when he was a teen had almost ended his life. It had delayed his development so long everyone had assumed he’d never present, not as he neared his 25th year without the markers.

But all that had changed overnight. Mark’s ancestral genetics had returned with a vengeance. If human healing was a problem, so was rapid cell reconstruction without a stable network for tissue to form or the biological materials to build it out of.

Johnny, Jungwoo, and Haechan had managed the night mission to obtain grafts, replacement cartilage and bone scaffolding while the other Felids donated plasma. It had taken another 4 hours in surgery to make sure there was no long term damage, this time with surprisingly efficient results–Taeil had watched as muscle tissue and skin reconnected, the only visible sign of injury in the shiny, faint scars on Mark's neck and torso and claw marks on the shaved side of his head.

The little cat would be fine, given enough time.

He's sure nothing can prepare Mark for the burden of healing from what he'd been through, emotionally, but he has hope for that, too. Jaehyun had stayed most of the night under the guise of wanting to donate more blood if needed, but he'd recognized the same impulse in him that had kept you holding Mark's hand the first day: survivor's guilt. All three of you seemed to be connected by it.

From an outside observation, it felt almost intrusive to see the two Felids together. The older Alpha slept folded over Mark's legs as if he could keep him fixed to this plane of existence. Perhaps it was the deep rumble of Jaehyun's breathing, or the way Mark's hands occasionally dug into the sheets with the delicate, white claws he'd begun expressing after the first twelve hours. More than that, their scents had combined in a tell-tale way, a little like meadowgrass warmed under the sun.

He doesn't want to chase down the possibility of a claim caused by injury–he still has never heard of any made that way that didn't involve you–but he's also a scientist. Phenomena observed once are an anomaly, multiple times a basis for a hypothesis.

Whatever occurred, Taeyong and Doyoung had agreed to keep the reports of Mark's condition as quiet as possible. They didn't need Third Princess Lee Eunchae finding out about her son's brush with death by any means, especially second-hand.

Taeil knows he'd be the first to suffer her wrath, Taeyong and Doyoung would follow. The Princesses' late-life vows as an Allfaiths nun did not preclude her from rending him or the former Crown Prince to pieces. He's sure once she sees Mark's scars she'll do it with words, alone.

Thankfully Mark would be able to relay the news, personally, now that he was conscious. The would-be Prince of Goryeo is currently experiencing his first real painkiller and sedative cocktail, his forkful of melon dripping into the sheets as he attempts to referee Yuta and Haechan's card game.

"Is it poker? Man. You can't play poker with two people. Where's the pot?" he laughs, feet kicking beneath the sheets. “Deal me in.”

"Go fish," Haechan says, throwing a Jack of Hearts on the pile that's begun to slide off the overbed table.

"Koi koi," Yuta answers, picking up another card to add to his hand from the stack.

A goofy smile appears on Mark's face as he tries to parse the rules Taeil knows they're making up on the fly just to fuck with him. It's good his friends are here for him. Johnny would join them once he was back from the lower levels–Taeil had messaged the prime the moment his ward came to.

He busies himself checking the supplies in his field kit, unable to escape the scrutiny of the three others in the room.

"Doctor, are you going somewhere special looking that good?" Mark slurs. The other two share a laugh, but not at Mark.

"He's got a date," Yuta says, picking up the discards to shuffle. Haechan snorts, laying down his hand.

"Dinner with the queen," Haechan says, eyes darting up full of spite.

Taeil ignores it, checking himself in the mirror over the handwashing station.

"Just a housecall," he says. He adjusts the slim tie he's knotted over his dress shirt, the tightness on his neck reminding him of a noose. Black on black: for his own funeral, he supposes.

"____ really made it, huh." Mark has already heard a few words to relay the current situation but it's never broached past a general sense of your condition–as if the details would be too much for him.

"She's fine," Haechan says, lightly. "I saw her this morning. Looked good as new. Maybe a little . . . peckish."

"Princess has an appetite," Yuta says. Haechan snickers at it, folding back in his chair, as Mark takes small bites of his fruit salad contemplatively. Taeil watches him for a bit, unable to anticipate the younger man's response to the news or the lewd jokes the twin devils at his bedside are exchanging in a tone they know he can hear.

"She’s doing surprisingly well," Taeil says, voice level. "For being dead for a minute and a half."

The hum of equipment is the only sound in the wake of his statement. He expects Yuta or Haechan to say something glib, but they just look at him expecting him to continue–their faces masked.

"It felt a lot longer." Taeil adds, palm spreading over his shirtfront. His chest still aches with the memory of the broken breastbone and ribs you'd sustained during chest compressions. “I hope you never have to feel what that’s like.”

Taeil feels badly that Mark looks deathly ill, again, but at least so do the others.

He waves his hand over the door control. "I'll be back before midnight. If there's another emergency, I want to be the last to know."

Being off-duty after a double shift has always made him giddy (he's joking with himself, in a way–he hasn't been off-duty in his entire adult life) but it does feel like he’s back in the early days of his training doing days-long shifts, looking forward to the long break.

Even if it's with you, in your . . . state. Your perfume has saturated the entirety of the executive floor, perceivable at the lower levels.

Based on the interesting nature of his dreams when he’d managed a brief nap last night, as well as the scent on Johnny that morning when he’d checked in on Mark, you weren’t adhering to the appropriate schedule for rehab.

He doesn't blame you for breaking your fast with what you need, but he's also riddled with anxiety over how soon you've begun your descent into the next dip in your cycle. You're back on bio-monitoring and the expected hormonal spikes are, just as he imagined, off the charts.

Back when he'd been in the Imperial College a favorite pastime of his dorm mates had involved a contraband bottle of ginseng wine and dramatic readings from the private journals of the old Imperatrix's personal doctor (and rumored lover). Not one to indulge, they'd been burnt into his memory ever since.

Subject appears to be in a constant state of estrus. Diestrus is non-existent in this particular line of vulpes vulpes forma amicus. Breeding her has surpassed the abilities of a mere mortal. She is described as having the stamina of a dozen of her kind wrapped up in one. During the second ceremonial mating ritual a team was quietly dispatched to resuscitate the Imperator and administer numerous fluid IVs, as well as a recommended reprieve from additional intercourse. The Imperial palace was almost burnt down for the first time since it was last sacked in the 16th century. Perhaps we have made a mistake in our calculations of Vulpine appetite.

You're at least burning nothing but candles, and certainly not the meal you'd prepared for him, when he enters the suite. Your shoulders are relaxed as you work in Taeyong's kitchen, listening to what he thinks might be 20th century music, tail keeping time with the fits and starts of a piano recorded a few centuries ago.

You look over your shoulder at him, coquettishly, adding green onions to a clay pot of samgyetang.

"I asked Doyoung your preference of foods, if you don't mind," you say, looking up at him with a hint of slyness on your lips. "Samgyeoupsal?"

It could just be white rice served a grain at a time for all he cares but Taeil nods, smiling a little in return.

"I was surprised when I got your message about dinner. I thought I was just checking your ankle," he says. "How does it feel?"

He doesn't have to ask, distant throbbing in his heel, but he knows your language now better than anyone, sees the way your black-and-orange ears fold back with a touch of shyness and delight. You do love being cared for, but even more, listened to.

"Much better, thanks to you," you reply, half-curtseying so your robe pools on the floor. He thinks it must be one of Taeyong's many embroidered silk luxuries, so long it almost trips you. What’s more notable is the way you've wrapped the sleeves back, tie criss-crossed over your torso in an ancient fashion.

"How about your dreams?" he asks. He feels like a fool the moment the words slip from his mouth, moreso when you look at him with concern.

"I mean, did you sleep well?" He course-corrects.

"Very well," you say. "Most of the day, actually. When I wasn't learning how to make kimchi."

Your eyes do look irritated, but he thinks it might not be from onion or garlic. He drops his bag to help you bring dishes to the table, mouth watering not just for the spread on the ancient wood table.

After he catches himself staring for the hundredth time he realizes now he's never seen you with your hair drawn back from your face. You've always made an effort to hide your scars.

He's never once entertained the thought of running his finger down them without your permission but he can't stop his hand from raising unconscious, wanting to touch them.

"Do I have something on my face?" you ask, rubbing at your cheek with your sleeve.

Damn his rut, and damn his awkwardness as he flounders. You're looking at him with amusement, intuiting his emotions easily.

"Oh, no." he says. "Sorry. It's been a long day." Days.

"Of course," you say, dipping your head. "Please, eat. I have a selection of drinks for you, as well."

He refuses your offering of alcohol with the excuse of being on duty, too sure he'll stumble again. He regrets it immediately, watching the artful way you pour your own glass of soju.

"Don't worry, I won't poison you," you say wryly, expression going sad as you sit down beside him. He understands where your emotions are taking you, stopping it firmly with a hand on your head, stroking your ear absentmindedly until the movements of your tail warn him off.

"Thank you for treating me to such a nice meal. It's a very nice gesture," he says.

It's strange being on the receiving end of a home-cooked dinner, after all the ones he's prepared for the pack. He has to stop himself from over-indulging after days of convenience store fare, picking choice bites of spring chicken from the samgyetang and letting the broth and sweet rice heal his queasy stomach.

You continue to serve him, taking charge of the electric grill like you're in one of the old pop-ups he's used to frequenting, conversing while your eyes dart up to him. You talk about the weather, ask about the news. It feels comfortable in a way he's completely unused to–to the point that he can barely hear what you're saying until you ask about Mark.

"Oh," he says, choking on too much lettuce and ssamjang in his last mouthful of velvety pork belly. "He's doing well. Awake. He might still need a few more transfusions but he’s recovering much more quickly than we expected."

"He needs blood?" you ask, drawing up. "Could I–?"

"No. No," he says a little too forcefully. "He'll survive. The other Felids are more suitable donors, anyway."

Too close of a genetic match, too likely a rejection of the grafts he's received, he thinks, but it's better left unsaid. Your scent has changed, mournful chrysanthemum as present as when you'd lain beside Mark the day before–the same he thinks Jaehyun smells like, now.

“You should go visit him once you’re feeling up to it,” he says. “Although . . . I think we’ll have time tomorrow.”

Another message had been fed through the internal network, pushed to all parties–well, not the recruits, but they'd enjoy the leftovers, if there were any. You'd crafted a beautiful invitation in the style of Old Seoul's etiquette, individual messages written in brush strokes of digital ink.

Dearest Doctor . . .

He'd barely registered the words after that, just that you'd planned a formal dinner, early, to recognize the pack's tribunal. And, he thinks, your likely departure.

“Yes,” you nod, poking at a piece of garlic skittering on the hot plate. “I asked Taeyong if I could prepare another meal. For the whole pack. As a way to give thanks, I suppose. My mother taught me that when one doesn't have much to offer they can at least find a means to ease another's burden."

"That reminds me," he says, "I think this might be the first time we've eaten together. Unless you count cup ramen."

You nod, laughing a little dourly at the memory. "One of the many benefits to having Doyoung and Taeyong back is that the grocery deliveries are more suited for an Imperial palette."

You look up at him, smiling. It's the first time he's realized you're wearing cosmetics–nothing immediately discernible but your lips are shaded rouge, your eyes circled in black making the orange in them that much brighter.

"Could I ask you something personal?"

You wait for him to respond, fingering your untouched glass.

"It depends," he says. "Shoot."

"Are you still . . . ?" Your voice drifts off, husky.

He feels his ears burn at the implied question. He must be addled from lack of sleep if he's letting a simple matter of biology embarrass him, but then you'd put a damper on his professional facade the moment you'd put teeth in his wrist.

"It doesn't matter." Taeil waves you off, stealing your drink to take half of it in one quaff. The liquor is sweet on his tongue, tasting a little like you.

"Why do you ask?"

You play with the ties on your robe, black-tipped claws tugging the satin.

"I need your help," you say, beginning to ramble. "I know that you'll probably say no–not that I don't think you like me enough just that–it's a great deak to ask. I hope I can convince you of the urgency of the situation–"

He's been wondering if this dinner was a gambit again, a way to make him comfortable. But a good physician is always prepared.

"You don't need my permission to have intercourse with Johnny," he says, at a much slower cadence. "While I can advise against it, especially so quickly after your injuries, your body is your own."

You look disturbed for only an instant before gasping out a curse under your breath, your uncomfortable laughter growing into peals as you fold over your knees.

"I was going to ask you if you–" you say, wiping away tears, laughing again when you see his droll expression. "–if you could help me cook. Tomorrow."

You pour yourself another glass of soju, pushing it towards him after a moment.

"I hope you don't think I'm laughing at you," you say, hiccuping a bit. "Just at the absurdity of this situation. Thank you for the approval."

"Of course I'll help you," he says, loosening his tie, reaching to turn off the grill. "What are you planning?"

"You'll find out," you muse. "Let's not focus on plans right now. I think you should relax."

Relax?

Taeil measures the way your hand reaches out to him but doesn't respond as your fingers encircle his tie and tug on it, softly. If his body follows, it's just to save himself from being strangled.

"Now that I have one favor do you think you can grant me another?" you ask, the fall of your lashes dark in the light from the chandelier. He can see you fight the smirk of knowing whatever response he gives he'll be completely at your disposal.

"I value my life enough not to fuck you," he says, words distant. "Anything but that."

"You really are an old dog," you tease, claws pricking through his shirt when you drop the tie to run your hand down the line of buttons.

"The favor isn't related to that. Although we can kill two birds with one stone here if you'd like to give me the blessing to consummate with Taeyong. No one's told me what that will entail and I'm a bit tired of feeling foolish–"

"Oh," Taeil says, backing up quickly. "I would just need to do another exam. I admit, I didn't bring anything for that–"

"We can start with the exam. But like I asked before . . . it would be nice to have some instruction. Just a physical demonstration, of course."

You're having so much fun at his expense, flustering him, but worse is the crackling heat of your arousal, as if having a cold metal instrument shoved inside you would be something to look forward to.

"Why don't I send you a few papers on omega male physiology, and come back tomorrow once you've had a bit more time to recover. And read."

Once I have enough time to remind myself why I played anesthesiologist on my own vein rather than spend another moment alone with you, he thinks.

"Do I scare you?" you ask. Your hands move lazily as you begin to undress in front of him. There's not much to remove, though thankfully you're wearing something under the robe, just a blur as he focuses on your face to keep from running for the door.

"No," he says. Yes, he thinks.

You're not a patient anymore, not off-duty. But you are his prime's mate. Johnny hadn't even bothered to get his agreement in the farce of his pack order, confident as an elder and a healer he'd follow the correct and righteous path in the face of an omega in heat.

"Truth be told," Taeil begins, "Suh hasn't been himself lately. I would like to avoid getting on his bad side."

"Noted," you say. "I'll be honest as well. I'm actively trying to get on it."

There's that Vulpine deviousness and playfulness again–which any sane person would run at the sight of. You do look different when your eyes are narrowed and your fangs are bared. It's enough to make him dizzy, feeling you preen a little at the thought of malice towards your mate.

"Have you considered another target than the one person who can treat mortal injuries in this pack," he says.

"Of course," you demur, leaving your robe open as you climb on to the table from your chair. "But what excuse would he have for mistreating you if you were simply performing your duty as a physician?"

Taeil's breath hitches in his throat, paralyzed at the sight of you pulling your underwear off, kicking it from your foot into his lap. You don't remove your robe but you lean back against the table, legs opening so the dim light catches on the shimmer of your slick.

"Where are you going?" you ask, when he immediately gets up and turns away.

"I need–"

"Instruments? Gloves?" you ask.

"To wash my hands."

He feels himself crumbling like a sun-crisped leaf, maintaining a facade that neither of you are fooled by as he puts his glasses back on, rolls up his sleeves, and spends more time than necessary scrubbing under his fingernails with the soap at the sink. Knowing Doyoung, it's antibacterial.

"Before I do this I'd like you to swear you won't play around. I would like you to take this seriously," he says from a safe distance.

You smooth the crimp in your mouth, eyes dancing. "Of course, doctor. No orders, no games. No biting."

All your rules seem to be a joke, your tail swishing. "Well, I won't. You're welcome to. It's only fair."

He gives you an exasperated sigh as he attempts to clear the table with his forearms, preoccupied with the thought of you ending up sloshed in cold broth. "Hands and teeth to yourself, this time."

"Shh," you say, pulling on his tie again until his hips cage yours. "I'll be a good patient."

"Then why don't you be a good patient and get into position," he says, leveling your attempt at dominance with as much seriousness as he can muster.

You scoot to a clear part of the table, feet placed flat once you've kicked them free of the silk beneath you. You know the drill, have probably been forced into this position from the time you came into breedable age, expected to continue to live permanently in it when you bore pups.

He's performed and watched thousands of exams, but it's remarkably different when it's with you. You're spread before him, physically unremarkable, nothing he hasn't seen before. It's only the first time again for the way you look at him now, hair pooled against the rings of dark wood as your head rolls against the table, your ears folded back with curiosity.

He digs in his bag for sanitizer, gloves. He hadn't even thought to bring a speculum, but he thinks it's not right to involve a device, considering the last time he'd subjected you to it. He finds gloves, at least. He doesn't need that scent under his fingernails.

"All the doctors I knew from the Palace treated me like just another test subject. But you never have, have you?"

"No," Taeil says, pulling you by the legs, helping you slide to the edge of the table with your knees relaxed, fabric falling beneath. "I've never seen you that way."

"How do you see me?" you ask, tail moving more inquisitively now that it's between your legs.

"You're going to feel a little pressure. Just relax."

His left hand rests on your twitching belly as his right hand gently pushes in. He's never done this without the safety of a clinic setting. He doesn't have to tell you to breathe after that initial inhale, your next breaths transmitted through your belly as you focus on relaxing for him.

The rough patches of scab tissue are no longer present, but you gasp all the same when he palpates your walls to check for any remaining soreness, slick oozing warm around his fingers the longer he stays embedded inside of you.

"Everything check out?" you ask, breath hitching when he presses firmly on the dip below your navel, fingers curling up inside. He is trying to perform the examination with as much efficacy as possible and you seem to be trying to hold it together as well, muffling each spontaneous cry out into your shoulder.

This angle affords him a view of your ecstasy, smelling it so deeply that he knows it will linger regardless of his efforts to wash it away.

"Any pain?" he asks, voice a croak.

Your answer is inaudible as well, face towards the ceiling as you swallow whatever else you have to say.

There's no way that Johnny mated you; the only lubrication is the copious amounts of slick you're producing. You'll need another IV, he thinks. He gently curls his fingers into the rough patch of your silky insides, well below his other hand and feels a wisp of delight in the back of his mind as your hips rise up from the table.

"You know–you know where it hurts," you shoot back between caged breaths. "Is there anything else wrong with me?"

"Nothing, unless you count being an incorrigible little vixen," he mutters.

He sees your indignation disappear the moment you realize he's horrified at his own words.

"I'm sorry, that–it really has been a long day." He breathes shallowly through his nose at the first squeeze of your laughter around his fingers. In another strike against his professionalism he's as hard as a rock, trying to keep from crushing himself against the table.

"Doctor, I didn't know you had it in you," you say.

You're so accepting that he forgets the context of his penetrating you, his collar much too tight, exhales sharp as he stays buried. You sit up a little, elbows bent back and just as out-of-breath.

"Are you alright?" you ask. Your mouth is agape, expression lit from within with unchecked arousal. From the look on your face you're about to dare him to continue.

He's not going to be able to maintain that distance. Not when you can read him like a book, making micromovements to bring him deeper inside.

You're a furnace radiating warmth on a winter's night, opening up for him, as he finds himself pushing into you in soft strokes that have absolutely nothing to do with medical care and everything to do with observing you come undone.

"This–" you gasp, moaning a bit. "This isn't standard protoc–fuck."

"What was that about being a good patient?" He keeps his voice steady, his own erection throbbing in sync with the little spasms inside you as you're stimulated exactly right. "Want me to stop?"

You throw your head back, shaking it.

"Consider this a part of your treatment," he says.

It's not unprecedented–some of the best passages in those old notes had to do with the various ways to cure omega hysteria, although he knows there's no cure for yours. Not one he can provide, at least.

He digs in a little more, hand spreading over your core, thumb lowering to the dip of your folds. Clinically, of course.

"Thank you, thank you," you mumble, biting your lip. "Please don't stop, please keep going."

"Open up your legs for me, relax," he says, decisively. When you've stopped fighting him he adds a third finger to better stretch you, the impact of it felt palpably in his hand pressed over your pubic bone. Your cervix is right there against his fingertips, body adjusting to take him.

Wouldn't that be nice? He knows it would be easy. If he let himself he'd be knotted in you until this expensive dinner table would need to be burnt from how much slick you spilled on it.

"Don't stop, please, please don't stop," you beg, taking his hand so well. "Please."

He leans forward to curl his hand around your nape, holding you by the scruff like they'd been trained to keep your kind from squirming. You're arms brace behind you to hold yourself up, unsure of your position until he pulls you forward to rest your head against his shoulder, making you watch his fingers disappear inside of you.

You're a whimpering, desperate mess, robe hanging off your shoulder, hair coming loose. It's even more lovely inside of you, walls tensing around him with each spasm of your pelvic floor muscles, a light brush of his thumb against your clit with each thrust propelling you forward into your climax.

He's not much better, rocking against your limp leg and the sharp table's edge. He can hold it together even as you lose yourself. You come on his hand with a sharp little sound, music to his Alpha's ears as he closes his eyes to ride the same tremor ghosting through his groin.

"Good girl," he murmurs, movements easing in time with the lengthening period between each contraction.

His hand is cramping by the time he releases you, webs of slick between his flexed fingers wiped on your robe, as saturated as it already is. He removes his gloves, discarding them without much concern for where they land, not when you're still pressed into his chest.

"You'll probably want to get one of those every few hours, until you decide to break your heat," he says, back to himself. "You have options."

You lean against him, breathing hard.

"Please don't leave me," you say in a tiny voice, legs wrapping around his hips. He lets you hold him for a little while longer–there's no reason not to enjoy being immersed in the satisfaction he's given you, or to provide you with the comfort you both crave.

"You can just say it's treating me. It doesn't have to be anything else if you don't like me that way."

Anger trickles down his neck, sullying the glow he's feeling having you against him. He's never thought of himself as a jealous or dominating person, content to be the one others came to for help or guidance even if he wasn't prime, but the thought of you underestimating his feelings and your own worth, again, has him livid.

You feel it, eyes widening as you peer up at him.

"Did I say something wrong?"

"What ever gave you the impression that I would use you?" he asks. "Or that you're not important to me?"

"I marked you against your will–"

"You have a bad habit of giving into your animal urges. But you're also fully capable of defending yourself when you need to," he says, brushing a sweat-pinned strand of hair from your forehead. "I was . . . angry. I still should be. I just don't blame you for it."

Something Doyoung had said a few days ago had stuck with him, unneeded advice offered as he drank bitterly strong coffee and indulged in a vaporizer pen for the first time since residency.

"It's not any consolation, I know, but if she chose you, it means she trusts you."

"I knew you were a good choice." You look up at him, eyes glazed over with something impenetrable. He catches himself before he can lean in to kiss you.

"I think that's as far as we go before we cross a threshold I'm not sure you can come back from," he says.

It's too early to feel anything real with you but there's a tiny corner of his mind that can't help but be occupied by the hope you'd look at him as fondly as the others. That you wouldn't take for granted his feelings when you were overwhelmed by your own or of the more vocal members of the pack.

You nuzzle into his chest, scent-marking him even more with the side of your mouth, nipping slightly at the pocket of his shirt.

"I know you think I'm compromised because of the heat but I don't feel that way with you. I want to take care of you, like you take care of me."

You look up at him, blinking wetly. "You deserve to be treated well. It's the least I can do."

Physician, heal thyself.

"As sweet as your offer is–" he begins to laugh, changing tack when he sees that you're serious. "I would prefer it not be under the obligation of us both needing physical relief."

You don't seem to understand what he means in his rambling, a twinge of embarrassment passing through him. He lets his guard down for a bit, petting the back of your neck and shoulders to make himself more comfortable, closing his eyes and imagining what he wants in a way more easily communicated than with words. If his dog growls a little, at least you don't laugh at him for it.

"You're worried I don't like you for who are," you state, voice breaking. "That you're not someone I would have chosen."

"I . . . I think we have a long time and different circumstances before you reasonably could care about any of us."

"Because I might have to leave?" you sigh.

"Because you're not just a convenient remedy for an Alpha's needs. And some of us . . . well, I don't want to have a purely physical relationship with you," he says. "I could have that with anyone."

"Anyone?" you ask. You look intrigued, lips curling in an amused smile.

"Poor choice of words. I've had my share of beta companions. Not every relationship we have is communal here, you know."

"Is that a backhanded way of calling me shared property?" you flirt, not helped by your core dripping against his pants. "Or are you calling me a whore?"

You drop into bliss again when he adjusts so you can press into his thigh. Johnny is going to kill him if he doesn't find a way to extract himself from your clutches.

"You're neither of those things," he corrects. "I just mean I don't think your biology would allow you to be satisfied with one of us."

"No," you admit. "But I have a choice in who I want to mate. I chose you."

Somehow that admission feels more genuine than he can allow himself to accept. "I'm flattered. But you're far too important for me to take advantage of."

"And you're much too polite for your own good." You lean up to nose his jaw, lips pressing to his throat. "You should accept that this is a perfectly reasonable way to start to get to know each other."

"You don't know what my rut is like." He swallows, keeping still as your tongue darts out to taste him. Everything about being held by you feels indecent, overstepping. Which is ridiculous considering he'd just finger-fucked you.

"Who better to teach me how to take care of Taeyong than someone I trust?" you ask. "Someone I already know can treat me well . . . with experience . . ."

You angle his head with a tug on his hair, kissing his neck with a little more tongue and teeth than he expects. This close to the gland has him reeling–the Alpha inside of him waking up from its slumber as starved as he knows he's felt for the past few days.

"A favor for a favor, then," he says, pulse thundering in his ears. If he's damned either way, he may as well enjoy it.

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HIII, how are u doing?? hope everything's fine! I've just read the reverse strawhats au and I LOVE IT SO MUCH OMG YOUR BRAAAAAIIIN

if you'd like to share it, do you have plans about sabo and deuce's role in the au? I'm. totally normal and not insane at all about sabo haha (lies) so I'm very curious about what would have changed about his backstory (if anything) and how he would react to luffy's death and seeing ace again (which is gonna leave me an emocional wreck because omg their little brother DIED- that was their baby brother that they swore they'd protect and now he's dead and won't be able to realize his dream and sabo wasn't even there and ace had to see his baby brother die in his arms and was all alone and the GUILT that'd be eating sabo up would be just... GOD... and ace wondering why sabo left and didn't contact him at all during all these years... if that's even his brother at all or someone pretending to be him and ace would be livid!!)

as you can see I'm perfectly sane about the asl brothers. anyways! I'm also curious about what would have become of deuce if he didn't meet ace, would he even be a pirate at all? do they have any conection?

I loooveee your ideas for this au, thank you so much for sharing it with the world, we all appreciate it !!

🐝

Hello my friend, I’m doing well.

Ohhhh thank you so much!!!!

Oh Sabo and deuce my beloveds.

I have to be honest with you. I haven’t got to Sabo yet. I know his story beats but I’m just not there yet. So everything I say is still very fluid as it might change once I met him and get a firmer grasp on his character.

That being said I love everything you have here!!!

Right now I have Sabo mostly the same. He still grows up with Ace and Luffy. Still gets blown up by the celestial dragons. And still ends up with the revolutionary army.

Things will change a little. Luffy is executed for being Dragon’s son (and for a familiar straw hat on his head) I need to get through Marineford before I can speak on this to much. I don’t know if I want the revolutionary army showing up to Marineford.

Because it plays out two ways right now.

One Shanks comes to save Luffy, with support from Whitebeard

Shanks still has his connection to Luffy. He loves this kid. And the Marines are trying to kill Luffy before he even gets started. Not happening.

Whitebeard joins in because Ace is his boy. Ace might bot be part of the crew but for two-three years Ace’s crew has been hanging around the Whitebeards. They have an alliance. Whitebeard knows of Luffy. Knows that’s Ace’s baby brother. And he was captured by Blackbeard. Blackbeard is a Whitebeard problem. He wants to handle it ‘in house’

So those two show up. Shanks to save Luffy and Whitebeard to protect Ace’s baby brother while also ‘fixing’ what Blackbeard did. (Luffy shouldn’t die because Whitebeard trusted the wrong people)

Obviously Ace shows but the rest of the crew is separated.

What else happens is up in the air at this moment.

The second option is that the revolutionary army shows ups as well

Shanks and Whitebeard still roll in for the reasons stated above

But Dragon doesn’t want his son to die. (He loves his son. He just can’t be with him) so he sends some of his men.

Originally they were going to break Luffy out of Impel Down but Ace messed up their plans.

A small branch of the Revolutionary army fights at Marineford. They can’t come at full force. Dragon can’t sacrifice that much for ‘selfish’ reason. But he would put someone he trust in charge of it. Sabo

I can see him going with a mask on so no one knows his face. After all he still wants to keep his identity a secret for now.

Maybe he runs into Ace in Impel Down. And it’s horrible déjà vu. He’s been having an awful headache since he first saw Luffy’s picture and being around Ace makes it so much worse.

He doesn’t get his memory back until he’s at Marineford and hears Luffy and Ace calling for each other. Sees them fighting Side by side. And his brain kicks back in. And it’s to much. His visions going out but he can’t stop. These people are important to him. He doesn’t fully grasp why but he has to save them.

Just in time for 🍩 to happen.

He passes out and has to be saved by Koala (probably still making decisions)

When he comes to he finally has all of his memories. And Ace and Luffy were right there when he passed out. He needs to find them!

Only for him to be handed a news paper with THAT picture in it.

And he knows he’s failed. And he thinks both of his brothers are dead.

How could he fail? He had been with Ace. They were going to save Luffy. How could he fail? How could he not remember them earlier? If he had would he have succeeded? Taken risks where he didn’t? Fought harder? He and Ace would have coordinated better that’s for sure.

But none of that matters because his brothers are dead.

Or so he thinks until he a few days later when the news shows Ace’s return to Marineford.

Ace is alive! But where is he? And how can Sabo ever face him again? He can’t even say he wasn’t there, he was and he failed both of them.

Again this is a loose idea. I still need to get through this part of the show. Ace and Sabo won’t officially meet till dressarosa where they have a LOT to work through either way.

(As you can tell I’m very normal about the ASL brothers as well)

As for Masked Deuce!!!!

I have a few ideas I’m chewing on for him. But my current favorite is to Kobyfy him.

Ace still meets Deuce on Sixis and they get off the island together. And make their way to Shell town. On the way there they have a bunch of conversations about their family’s and their dreams. Deuce wants to be a writer.

When they get to Shell town and meet Kuina, Deuce knows that Kuina is Ace’s first mate. An emperor of the sea should have the world’s greatest swordswoman at his side.

Deuce decides to go his own way. But he keeps up with the story of the reverse Strawhats (who I really need to give a name to) writing their adventures. He pops up in different places interviewing the people who witnessed Ace and the crews escapades and writes them down and publishes them. It’s running like an anti newspaper. Something the marines can’t control or twist.

He bumps into the crew every now and then (he and Ace have the biggest crushes on each other, Ace’s crew teases him relentlessly over it)

I think he’d get so good at gathering information, or so popular that the revolutionary army picks him up at some point. Using his paper as an information gathering tool and a way to spread revolution.

But this is just an idea. I think it’s really fun with him ending up with Sabo at some point. He talks about Ace and the crew constantly (way to instagram stalk your crush Deuce) and Sabo hears about Ace for years before he sees his picture/face and realizes that his friend/co-worker has been openly pinning to him about his big brother.

It’s embarsing for both of them when Sabo reveals that Ace is his brother. Deuce wants to die. Has openly waxed poetics about Ace to Sabo for at least two years. Sabo and Koala already teased Deuce before. Now he’s stuck with

Sabo who as his friend finds it hilarious but as a little brother doesn’t know how to feel.

Koala who is bringing up his crush as often as possible because it makes Deuce blush and now has the added benefit of making Sabo SWIRM

And worst of all Nico Olivia who is basically Ace’s new mom and is talking about wedding details and her FUTURE son-in-law. Deuce craves death.

This is one idea but again it’s all fluid right now.

Koby’s roll will be played by both Deuce (was saved by Ace and is now a fan/admire) and Isuka (the marine who chases after Ace, I’m going to put her on Garp’s crew of the fun of it.)

It can’t be Koby in the beginning because he would be a literal baby going into the marines and no one deserves that.

But this is where we stand so far. Like I said all ideas here are fluid.

I’m so glad you like my AU I’m hoping to start officially writing it this spring. But feel free to keep asking questions!!!

#one piece #straw hat pirates #monkey d. luffy #fire fist ace #portagas d. ace #reverse strawhat pirate au #one piece ace #one piece isuka #masked deuce #acedeuce #ace x deuce #gol d. ace #revolutionary sabo #one piece sabo #sabo #asl brothers #shanks #red hair shanks #whitebeard one piece

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talesofsonicasura · 4 months

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Herald of Ruin

Hello everyone. It's been awhile since I made a post here. Tumblr isn't exactly making things easy especially because I finally gotten asks after so long. And guess who got a glitch which makes it impossible to edit said asks much less one that still hasn't been solved in days?

Nevermind the details although since that isn't the focus. I got plagued with a new AU idea which wouldn't leave me alone. Thus this particular post.

We all know about Optimus Prime. The heroic leader of the Autobots, a kind and gentle mech who battles those that dare threaten the peace. Yet one part of him we really see is his humble origin as Orion Pax. The bot before the war truly war began.

In multiple iterations, Orion is depicted as a dock worker, a miner, or for this AU Prime's archivist version. What do I have in store for him? Let's begin. (Part 2 can be found here.)

Orion Pax didn't exactly know where he was. It definitely ain't Cybertron from the vibrant greenery, bright blue sky and the peculiar fauna that roamed around him. An organic world instead of metal.

His memory core being a massive mess didn't help either. Orion could access some datas like who he is, where he came from, his function, and even a few individuals but everything else is engulfed by errors. All the archivist could do at the moment was walk.

Thus Orion Pax took his first steps into this strange colorful world. A directionless path past red cliffs, small pools of water, and the various wildlife that watched from a distance in curiosity. It all led to a peculiar metallic emblem embedded in the one such cliff.

A large vault that bear an eerie vibrant purple symbol that glowed as if reacting to him. Without word, Orion Pax approach the strange landmark. His vision flashing constantly to a dark abyss that held a faint blue light before his outstretched servo.

Time began to stretch into constant flashes until contact been made. Orion Pax barely blinked before he found himself on the ground back to the colorful world around him. And it didn't take long to see amber eyes peer down his optics.

Narrow gaze full of skeptical curiosity in what embodies a pure ancient grudge woven in wooden tablets decorated by dead leaves. The kind which had Orion remembering a phrase hidden by broken processor. Knowledge is power. A treasure that can bring peace...

Or RuIn.

Yup. We are delving into the world of Pokemon as Orion Pax just encounter the Ruinous Tablets: Wo-Chien. In Scarlet and Violet, there are four unique seals scattered across the region. These contain the Treasures of Ruin, powerful Pokemon that brought disaster onto Paldea long long ago.

Wo-Chien is the wooden tablets used by a grudge filled scribe to write the deeds of a corrupt king. The Pokemon doesn't attack Orion for one sheer reason: curiosity. It never seen anything like the archivist before.

The potential of untold knowledge leads to an unspoken alliance between the two. Something which later evolves into a powerful bond. Orion names the Wo-Chien 'Blackbox'. (Black boxes are devices that record and contain important data.)

It doesn't take long until the two come across a Pokemon Trainer named Roc. (This trainer fills the main character role for Scarlet/Violet.) After a misunderstanding which involves a language barrier and mistaking a Cybertronian for a Pokemon, Orion Pax's path is laid.

Travel the Paldea region alongside Roc, maybe even help him on his journey. By doing this he could piece together the answers to what led him here and maybe get back home. For now Orion learns about this strange new world.

Travelling across Paldea is gonna require a mix of alt mode, holoform and alternate fuel sources. Orion's alt mode is gonna be a cargo truck since my headcanon height for him is 19 ft. As for alternate fuel, it takes the forms of Tera Shards.

These shards are crystallized energy only found in the Paldea region and responsible for a phenomenon known as Terastallization. Roc made a desperate attempt to save a energy drained Orion by having him consume a Dark Tera Shard. These items become vital for the Cybertronian until he can fully perfect a recipe for Synthetic Energon. Success varies.

For Pokemon, Orion only catches those who wish to join him unless a situation calls for it. Like the safety of the creature in question that leads to no other option. Otherwise Orion leaves them be. The same goes for battling as well with the exception of spars.

Our archivist will have a team like any other trainer and I'll be going over the main ones. His signature team basically. Let's start with Orion's first Pokemon.

Blackbox: Wo-Chien

Type: Dark/Grass Nature: Serious Tera: Dark

Ability: Tablets of Ruin- reduce the ATK of all other Pokemon on the field.

Moves: Growth, Ruination, Giga Drain, Dark Pulse

This grumpy book snail of a Wo-Chien prefers to quietly read and nap in peace. He's not above using his ability to intimidate someone if irritated enough. Blackbox isn't fully heartless though as he cares for Orion alongside his close companions in subtle ways. Harm them and this Wo-Chien will drain those offenders dry.

Purrlee: Purugly

Type: Normal Nature: Jolly Tera: Ground

Ability: Defiant - Boosts Attack when stats lowered.

Moves: Play Rough, Hone Claws, Dig, Bulldoze

Orion's second Pokemon, this Tiger Cat is surprisingly very friendly, snuggly and energetic despite the species. She was abandoned by her former Trainer after evolving from Glameow. Purrlee has a tendency to bowl over others for surprise nuzzles. No one stops her though, not even Blackbox.

Vos: Gligar

Type: Ground/Flying Nature: Impish Tera: Poison

Ability: Hyper Cutter- Prevents Attack from lowering

Moves: Cross Poison, Swords Dance, Bulldoze, Fire Fang

A wild glutton who serves as Orion's third Pokemon. He joined the team back when he was a Gligar that gotten lost from his group and slept in the archivist's cabin. Vos' name is coined from a lost memory that the Pokemon had accidentally triggered. He loves sleeping in Orion's cabin or hang off him like a perch.

Shard: Quaquaval *Shiny

Type: Water/Fighting Nature:Timid Tera: Ice

Ability: Moxie- boosts Attack for each Pokemon they defeat

Moves: Aqua Step, Ice Spinner, Counter, Hurricane

Orion's fourth Pokemon is a shy dancer who wishes to perfect her craft. Shard started as a very timid Quaxly who evolves over the span of the adventure. The dual type has gain more confidence upon becoming a Quaquaval but still hides behind Orion if spooked.

Noctis: Grimmsnarl

Type: Dark/Fairy Nature: Naughty Tera: Fairy

Ability: Pickpocket - Steals an item if physically attacked

Moves: Spirit Break, Play Rough, Drain Punch, Crunch

A loyal yet mischievous powerhouse that became Orion's fifth Pokemon. He started as a self destructive chaotic Morgrem who absolutely loathe the archivist until one fateful incident led to Noctis not only evolving into Grimmsnarl but try to better himself. The dual type still pull pranks, thankfully these aren't as dangerous like back then.

Vector Prime: Steelix *Can Mega Evolve

Type: Steel/Ground Nature: Gentle Tera: Steel

Ability: Sturdy - Cannot be knocked out with 1 hit KOs

Moves: Dragon Dance, Iron Tail, Psychic Fangs, Metal Burst

A mysterious Pokemon that can sense space-time anomalies serves as Orion's sixth Pokemon. Vector is a grandfatherly soul who tends to dote on everyone and provide comfort or wisdom if needed. His name stems from a triggered memory like Vos. Vector can mega evolve with the Steelixite Orion earned if need be.

Crimson: Koraidon

Type: Dragon/Fighting Nature: Hasty Tera: Dragon

Ability: Orichalcum Pulse -Turns the sunlight harsh when entering battle. The ancient energy thrumming through this Pokemon boosts it's Attack in harsh sunlight.

Moves: Collision Course, Iron Head, Dragon Claw, Shadow Claw

A hyperactive and affectionate Legendary that is Orion's emotional support Pokemon. He was entrusted to the archivist by Professor Sada as a Ride Pokemon, although she's unaware of him not being human. Crimson spends most his time munching on sandwiches and making others laugh than battling. Doesn't mean the Koraidon is unable to curb stomp those who wish to cause trouble.

I can't forget about Orion's human companion. Roc is a 23 year old trainer who tends to be quite carefree but also equally reckless. He aspires to be a Frontier Brain and run his own facility. To do so, he must compete in the Battle Frontier which will pit him against trainers who can match even Pokemon League champions in skill or strength.

Roc explores various regions to gain experience that could aid in his quest. He accidentally mistook Orion for a Pokemon on their first meeting and it took Blackbox stealing the man's Rotomphone to stop the fight from escalating. (There's a language barrier which can be resolved by the data inside the device.)

Roc is an enabler when it comes to Orion. From the limited info he got out of the bot's fragmented memory, the young man felt angry about how his new friend lived back on Cybertron. Something Roc decides to rectify by giving Orion a chance to experience life.

It does put a dent in his wallet but the price is worth it when the archivist gets to attend a carnival or read whatever book he wants. Orion tries to pay him back however Roc usually refuses. The time he doesn't is by asking to learn stuff from the bot in exchange.

Such things consist of reading/writing/understanding Cybertronian, history and other subjects on the planet that isn't functionalism. Roc's penmanship definitely approved upon trying to write Orion's language. He did roll his eyes when the bot mistook his handwriting for 'clocker' scratch. (Cybertronian Chicken)

I will be drawing Roc. For holoform design, either design my own or use the TFA version. Orion Pax is participating in all the events of the main Scarlet/Violet game and Teal Mask/Indigo Disk DLC alongside my OC except for the Pokemon League. Now this is the first half of my AU explanation.

The second will delve into the Transformers side and why it's called 'Herald of Ruin'. Do know that Orion Pax is gonna be quite different from his canon counterpart throughout this. I will drive a wedge between them and see how the character can molded.

That's all I got for now! Until next time folks, I'll see you back in Paldea. Now transform and roll out! Here's a Trainer Card that I made on Pokecharms.com for Orion Pax and Crimson(Koraidon).

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komorebi-art-blog · 8 months

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Kaleesh week

Day 3 - Demigod

The Iron God. The hollow god. Holy demon.

A very unexpected approach, but I'll explain. This image was formed in the context of the plot of our (with @koyato) AU. We really love messing around with Kaleesh mythology. And since we were given almost no official information, welcome to fanon.

@tuberculosis-bot-9000

Briefly on foreign policy: Order 66 did not happen, the Empire did not happen, the Republic and the Separatists did not collapse. In the post-war chaos, most of the galaxy left the Kalee system alone fortunately. But the outside world still managed to seep into their lives on the border of Wild Space when new neighbors suddenly appeared, but that's a completely different story.

What is important is that Grievous' eldest son (the eldest of the alive ones) was able to track down and eventually steal and bring home his father's body. For Kaleesh, with their cult of death and the afterlife, not being able to bury a loved one properly is devastating. Especially when it is literally a living god. But there wasn't much left of the Grievous they knew. Literally, how much organic matter was there, about 20%? Of course, they buried everything that was THEIR Grievous, but what to do with a bunch of metal parts that grotesquely copy the distant features of their god?

By that time, they knew enough to understand how these prostheses had changed him... How those who made them corrupted him. Enough to see these prosthetics as a curse. As a cold prison for a spirit that should have left this world long ago. As a violation of nature. As a demon.

However... At the same time, due to the events of the AU, the Kaleesh culture has increased attention to metal. Thanks to the alliance with more technologically equipped neighbors, many Kaleesh began to wear cybernetic prostheses. For very bad reasons, mass loss of body parts does not happen from a good life. However, it helped them to see prosthetics not as a curse, but as an opportunity. "You can break our bones, we will replace them with metal." "You can break us, we will come back stronger than ever." This is such a Kaleesh mentality.

And the mythological consciousness responds to changes in society. Metal and specifically prosthetics have become an important part of life, which means they needed a place in mythology and culture. And on the one hand, metal was a prison and a curse that captured their beloved leader. And on the other hand, now it serves as a support and protection for many Kaleesh.

This is the basis of the Iron God. Twofold. The curse is in the wrong hands, the chance and the opportunity in the right hands. A cold sea demon who redeemed himself by helping those who needed his strength and support and earned the status of a god (or demigod for that matter). He has no head, because Grievous' metal mask was not buried on Kalee, it remained on Coruscant. It consists of iron bones, distantly referring to the mechanical body of Grievous mixed with the skeleton of a whale (they have a strong motif of the sea as a hostile element, so that huge marine animals like whales can be perceived as something demonic). He carries a star fire in his chest, as the spirit of Grievous once wore, and symbolizes both burnout and the flame of life (and the flame of the forge, since he is the god of metal ...). He is not unambiguous, he is not perfect, but he is here to help, to give strength to survive another day, to give the fire of will to melt the limitations of the mortal body. And so that the enemies of those whom he guards do not forget that he is still a demon. And he has an eternity to tear them apart.

#*the sound of metal pipe dropping*#kaleesh week #kaleesh week2023 #star wars #tcw #art

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Been meaning to post this for a while, and keep thinking about it, so for your consideration: Tron Murderbot AU.

Encom is one of the numerous companies out in corporation rim.

They produce a lot of the software that runs everything from space stations and ships to robots, and constructs, and can even be found in augments for humans.

Fcon is another company in corporate rim and a direct competitor with Encom. (Potential for a war or cold war among their colonies?)

GrayCris still exists and is still trying to mine alien remnants.

Preservation Alliance also still exists as a non corporate polity because they seem cool.

The Grid is a non-corporate polity rulled by Kevin Flynn, sort of like a private island that he has as a sanctuary.

Tron '82 AU?

All the programs are constructs???? Probably? Or robots? Probably a mix of everything.

It makes a lot of sense for Tron to be a sec unit actually. Maybe a new sec unit prototype software that Alan was working on? Either way, Alan designed Tron without a governor module.

Sark is a combat unit.

Maybe the laser exists, maybe instead it's human augments to connect to the data feed... Haven't decided yet.

The MCP probably originally started off as a hub system for encoms main port or something but hacked and took over everything on Encom's main station.

It hacks everything that uses Encom's software, gains control of much of corporation rim or maybe just Encoms colonies.

Yeah gonna be real not entirely sure what happens to Flynn instead of being sucked inside a computer here... Maybe he has an augment and the MCP hacks it/pulls his consciousness entirely into the data feed?

...in which case the programs seen in Tron are how the bots perceive themselves in the data feed??? (I think I like this one, but we'll come back to it later)

Anyway same-ish deal: Dillinger steals Flynn's IP, he flees to a small (probably seedy) space station owned by an undisclosed company and tries to hack Encom for evidence that Dillinger stole his stuff.

Will develop this later, but it has a similar outcome of defeating the MCP, realising the programs are more human than they realize

Legacy:

During his reign as Encoms CEO, Flynn buys a planet/steals one from the company for his own purposes, as well as several space stations. These collectively are called the Grid.

The Grid still absolutely still has the fun glow-y effects, partly through a bio luminescent material that grows on Planet Tron.

He also buys the space station he fled to and probably turns it into a resort/casino/arcade type place for people to play videogames.

The planet is named Tron after the prototype SecUnit created by Alan Bradley.

...Which Flynn absolutely stole for his 'digital utopia'

The grid becomes a non-corporate polity lead by Flynn.

It starts out as a sanctuary for "rogue" constructs, bots, etc.

He still creates clu (organic parts cloned from his own DNA???) to govern the grid while he is in charge of Encom.

Somehow this all still remains a secret from everyone else.

Isos are constructs from alien society that used to live on Planet Tron and formed their own society. (The aliens that built them lived in the oceans, and so the isos come from there, but can live both on land and in the sea). The isos are made with the bio luminescent material.

Flynn still treats everything like it's a game, and Clu does not appreciate that.

Same thing happens, Flynn gets stranded on Planet Tron, Clu destroys the Isos and takes over the rest of the Grid.

Somehow Sam finds it, again through some hijinks involving Flynn's arcade/port/resort

Games probably include something like the ones that Murderbot describes where the humans make the SecUnits fight each other.

Not sure what disc equivalent would be here. Probably still discs because they're a cool concept.

...Thoughts about Ed Dillinger Jr in this universe (or the version that is my muse, anyway...)

Is absolutely an augmented human, though he's hacked his augment because paranoia about surveillance and his safety.

Is something of a political refugee at On Encom's main space station though not by official status.

The suspicion is still there because relations to fCon.

Purchases a SecUnit from a third company after the incident where his father tries to kidnap him.

Immediately tells the SecUnit he needs to see it's code with the intention of hacking it's governor module and making it so it can't send data back to the company. (Because he's paranoid about corporate surveillance getting back to his father. Have I mentioned Ed is paranoid about his security?)

SecUnit already hacked its governor module.

SecUnit politely refuses.

Ed refuses to say why he needs to see SecUnit's code because he is not about to let the company know what he's about to do.

Ed's stubbornness wins this round.

SecUnit waits in anxious silence while Ed goes through it's code.

Ed discovers that SecUnit's governor module is already hacked. It takes him a little while to realize SecUnit hacked its governor module.

There is a conversation. They eventually both come clean about their intentions. Ed apologizes for scaring the crap out of SecUnit, but the damage has been done.

Most of everyone else is not happy about the SecUnit following Ed around.

While there is now an understanding, trust is tenuous from both of them until SecUnit eventually saves Ed from an attack by fCon agents that nearly destroys SecUnit and results in corrupted code, and Ed painstakingly fixes their code.

The Incident eventually gets out, which Ed is not happy about. Neither is Encom, for different reasons depending on who you ask.

...Anyway... not sure where I'm going with this, but I think it would be a cool AU.

#the voice from the void #Tron: murderbot AU

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lens-guy-art · 7 months

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*breaks the door* I'm back with my cringy crossover shit again and this time I WON'T STOP

Anyway- have a Technotic Sonic sketch

I feel like the others would nickname her as Sonic or Techno

Her bass boom causes an earthquake

#yknow what im making an au of this #technotic sonic #transformers botbots #botbots #crossover #skibidi toilet #my art #sketchy #speakerman #Alliance Bots AU

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yourpalghost · 1 year

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✨Lunar Blast AU ✨

Moon(and sun) have a total of 8 targets on them.

Feet, knees, arms, back, and chest(this is the only target that doesn’t look like a target). They do not have targets on their face or head and shooting them in the eye does not get you points. This follows standard laser tag rules of not shooting people in the face because of the damage it could cause to real peoples eyes.

Their role is the laser tag boss/ blaster boss.

Standard laser tag rules apply.

They do not cary a laser blaster. Instead they do finger guns.

Moon does still have wire access but sun does not.

They are not as photosensitive as canon due to the fact they literally are designed for laser tag.

Moon

Originally meant for harder gameplay. His targets are smaller and he blends in more with human players.

Following the virus, sun has been retired from game use so now moon searches the blast map in low light for lost people or items.

Moon has goodies in his pockets which he sometimes uses to form alliances with kids who are ganged up on in matches so he can help them score points.

Moon really loves his job and finds it to be so fun.

After matches and confirming everyone is safe and out of the map, he gets to announce the winners and telling them “good game” is one of his favourite parts.

SUN

Sun used to be used for easier difficulty games (namely with young children) when the room would be brighter. Sun glows making him easier to spot. Additionally his targets are larger and easier to hit.

Aside from easier difficulties, suns job was to search the lunar blast course after every game to ensure no one is lost or left anything behind. During this, all the lights would be turned on.

Sun has a “easter egg” type reaction. If you shoot his sun rays, they “fall back” and if you shoot all of them, they poo back up and do a little spin. This does not happen after the virus.

Also following the virus, sun is only allowed to roam the pizza plex after closing acting as security with the other bots. He can not go into the tunnels or anywhere too dark.

He can glow really bright but it uses up a lot of his energy so he has to recharge sooner.

Game modes

Free for all: whoever has the most points at the end of the game wins. Landing shots on the Blast Boss gets you extra points.

Team play: which ever team gets the most points together wins. There is a possibility of up to four teams.

Shoot for the moon: all the guests vs moon. The goal is to get a certain number of shots in on the blast boss in the allotted time. This can be played with or without friendly fire.

#lunar blast au

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sayuricorner · 9 months

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Scum Villain’s Self Saving System X Transformers Prime prompt idea: Cybertronian!Original Shen Qingqiu in TFP

Warning 1: English isn't my first language so sorry if it's confusing !😅

Warning 2 : This prompt idea content references to child slavery, child abuse, sexual assault, suicide, depression, abuse, toxic relationships, mental issues due to isolation, sexual references, "papapa" moments(depend on whoever who use this prompt if they want sexual moments or not) ect...

Hello everybody! 😄

Here's a prompt idea I got about a Scum Villains Self Saving System X Transformers Prime crossover which is based on this idea:

"what if after his death at the end of PIDW Original Shen Qīngqiū transmigrated in the TFP universe as a seeker?"

If you want to use this AU go ahead! Just credite/tag me in return please! ^^

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Before we begin here’s some precisions:

-In this prompt sparklings, younglings(aka babies and young cybertronians) and reproduction by interfacing are a thing.

-This prompt take place during the time Starscream was “neutral”.

-Original Shen Qingqiu will present himself as Shen Jiu.

-Shen Jiu's cybertronian form is a seeker.

Now here's the prompt:

So after his death at the end of "Proud Immortal Demon Way", Shen Qingqiu came back to life much to his confusion but hé realised he wasn't in his world.

To make things even wierder, Shen Qingqiu was brough back to life as a sort of bizarre "metal golem thing"? With metallic wings on his back.

The confusion and nearly mental breakdown passed, Shen Qingqiu decided to search for informations about where he was and what he was while staying hidden, not wanting to get unwanted attention.

His searches and explorations lead him to learn he was in a world, or at least a land, populated by humans with a very advanced technology and who were talking a language unknown to him.

He also find out there was other "metalic golems" like him but Shen Qingqiu being the mistrustful man(now bot) he is decided to not approached them.

One day he found what’s looked like an abandonned ship and decided to go in it to see if he could find anything which could be useful only to fall on one of the “metal golems” or rather the metal golem fall on him, literally.

The “metal golem” demanded who was sending him and what he wanted but quickly calmed when realizing that Shen Qingqiu didn’t know what he was speaking about.

The metal golem present himself as “Starscream” and tried to know who Shen Qingqiu was and where he came from only for a mistrustful Shen Qingqiu to present himself as “Shen Jiu”.

The “wierd desination” confused Starscream as this sounded like a “fleshling desination” and was even more confused when learning that Shen Jiu didn’t know he was a seeker nor doens’t seem to know what was a cybertronian.

The situation was very awkward, Starscream being completely confused by this very attractive, maybe even more than Knockout, but strange Cybertronian who doesn’t seem to even know he is a Cybertronian.

However Shen Jiu’s apparition was still an opportunity for Starscream so he decided to propose an alliance to the strange Seeker:

He proposed they became associates, Shen Jiu help Starscream to survive and to find energeon and in return Starscream help Shen Jiu to learn everything he need to know to be a Cybertronian and a Seeker.

Very wary and suspiscious, Shen Jiu end up accepting, not having really much a choice and deciding that Starscream was his best option.

So Shen Jiu’s and Starscream’s alliance begin with Shen Jiu helping Starscream to survive without his T-cog and Starscream telling Shen Jiu everything he knew about Cybertron, the war ect... And teaching Shen Jiu how to be a Cybertronian.

However, things were about to became very messy when they got unwillingly involved in the TFP S2-S3 events.

Prompt details:

-Cybertronian!Shen Jiu

-Seeker!Shen Jiu

-Neutral!Shen Jiu

-Neutral!Starscream

-Alliance Starscream-Shen Jiu

-Starscream redemption

-Shen Jiu been extremely beautifull by cybertronian standarts.(If Shen Jiu is ridiculously beautifull as a human then there’s no way he isn’t going to be ridiculously beautifull as a cybertronian as well!)

-Shen Jiu and Starscream been very untrustful toward each other at the begenin of their alliace but still stayed associates as they have no other options.

-Shen Jiu’s and Starscream’s growing trust toward each other being a very slow burn.

-The Autobots and the Decepticons wanting to recruit Starcream and Shen Jiu on their own side after having saw Shen Jiu’s abilities.

-Megatron being very fascinated by Shen Jiu ‘cause he remind him of Starscream back when he forst met the Seeker on Cybertron and want to make Shen Jiu summit to him just like he managed to make Starscream summit to him.

-TFP canon divergence: Thanks to his alliance with Shen Jiu, Starscream didn’t go back to the Decepticons and stayed neutral.

-Soundwave being the one stealing the omega keys from the Autobots instead of Starscream.

-Shen Jiu and Starscream becoming Amica Endura at one point.

-Shen Jiu’s slave mark as a cybertronian been the remaining of a slave coding in his system which have been forcibly removed.

-Shen Jiu not being very impressed by the Autobots, finding their “holier than you” attitude annoying.

-Badass Shen Jiu.

-Wheeljack hitting on Shen Jiu, luch to the latter’s dismay.

-Protective/possessive Starscream

-Protective/possessive Shen Jiu

-Starscream and the Autobots finding about Shen Jiu’s past at one point and being horrified for what Shen Jiu have gone through.

-When Predaking get in the picture, Shen Jiu convinced Starscream to not mess with the predacon to avoid another “little beast” catastrophe.

-Other SVSSS characters like Liu Qingge also transmigrating in the TFP world as cybertronians after they died in PIDW.

-Original Luo deciding to ditch his empire and his harem to go into another world to find his “kind shizun” by using Xin Mo and found himself in the TFP world as a young predacon.

-Shen Jiu’s and Starscream’s abusive/toxic past relationships being discussed.

-Shen Jiu and Starscream having a lot of issues.

-Ships: You can do the ship you want, just no MegatronXStarscream please! ^^

#transformers #scum villain's self saving system #Transformers Prime #svsss #tfp #shen jiu #original shen qingqiu #starscream #autobots #decepticons #maccadam #crossover #prompt idea #au idea

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starsha-k-luna · 10 months

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Hi everyone,

So after rewatching the Netflix Series Transformers Botbots for the possible 3rd time & reading some Botbots Fanfics & AU’s I decided to come up with my very own Botbots OC, but their a bit different from the rest.

Presenting my Botbots OC (drumroll please) Ember with an E, who’s alt mode is a broken Amber Amulet.

She’s a shy bot due to being abandoned in the first days of her life.

She’s a member of the Lostbots.

Burgertron & Spud Muffin are her Unofficial Dad’s

She’s extremely close to her Dad’s and the other Lostbots, although it takes a while for her to trust them,

Dimlit was the first one out of the others she opened up to.

She’s very creative and loves to make things and can be often found tinkering with things to see how they work.

She also likes to act desperate her shyness, when she’s playing a character her shyness just disappears for while.

It was Burgertron who introduced her to acting to help boost her confidence.

She likes to hang around the Gamer Geeks and the Science Alliance because of her love of inviting.

Some info about her backstory:

Long before the Energon Cloud hit the Mall an expensive antique Amber Amulet was abut to be sold from the Antique Store at the Mall, but just before it was bought the seller dropped it on the floor and it was badly damaged, so the buyer decided they didn’t want it any more & now broken Amber Amulet was left there after the Store was closed in the now infamous “Dark Side of the Mall!”

Then the Energon Cloud hit and all of the Botbots were born! But a stray Energon spark was still going around “The Dark Side of the Mall!” And it wasn’t until a few years later that it finally came out to create a new generation of Botbots! Including one created from a Broken Amber Amulet.

Her name was Ember and she woke up in a dark, scary and strange place, there was a few other Botbots around, but they didn’t want to be around her because well, due to the Amber Amulet being broken Ember had no legs, so she couldn’t walk around. They all left her there even though she begged and cried for them to take her with them, but they just walked off leaving Ember to cry all alone.

It wasn’t until a few days later that President Burgertron and Spud Muffin came to the Antique Shop and they came across a little Botbot properly one of the new ones that were just born and they were all alone. (It was Ember) They walked up to them, making sure they didn’t scare the little Botbot. When they got closer Spud Muffin spotted that this Botbot had no legs!

He knelt down and said: “Hi there, my names Spud Muffin and this is partner Burgertron”.

“Hi there, sweetie” said President Burgertron.

“Hello” replied the little Botbot.

“Do you have a name?” asked Burgertron.

“My name is Ember, with a E” Ember replied.

“Nice to meet you Ember with a E” said Burgertron with a chuckle, “Why are you here all alone? Where’s your Squad?”

Ember just looked to the floor and just started crying, Burgertron and Spud Muffin looked at each other in shock and concern.

“They just left me” Ember finally after a few minutes.

“Who left you?” asked a worried Spud Muffin.

“The other Bots who where here!” Ember Screamed out, “They just left because I’m Broken!”

Now both Spud and Burgertron looked at her in horror as she started crying again, tries started flowing down their faces as well. Then Spud wiped his face and told Ember.

“Hay, why don’t you come with use to the “Lost and Found”? You can stay with us until we figure things out”

“But I’ll just get in the way, look at me I’m Broken!” she replied.

“Don’t you ever say that about yourself! screamed Burgertron.

“Burgertron!” said Spud Muffin in surprise, “Your scaring her”. Gesturing to Ember, who is shaking a little.

“Oh, Ember I’m so sorry for scaring you sweetie, I just…. I don’t want you to say such a thing about yourself” said Burgertron who had knelt down in front of Ember. She looked up at him and Spud Muffin.

“Why not?” She simply replied in a small voice.

“Because, you’re not broken” Burgertron said, “You’re a Beautiful young Bot, who others don’t understand”.

“My partner’s right” Spud Muffin cut in, “So you a little different, you are so much stronger than you think”.

Ember looked up at them wiping away the tears off her face, “You really think I’m strong?” She finally said.

“Of course” said Spud Muffin. Ember look at both of the older Bots in front of her trying to see if these Bots are trustworthy, she could see that they really did care about her.

Then Burgertron put his hand on her shoulder and said “Now how about you come with us to the “Lost and Found” We can’t just leave you here all alone, we’ll look after you”.

“You really mean it?” Ember replied.

“Of course” said Burgertron, “I promise and I never go back on a promise”

“It’s true, you can bet on that” said Spud Muffin cuddling Ember causing them both to giggle.

“OK” was Ember only responds. And true to their word they brought her to the “Lost and Found”, of course Spud Muffin had to carry her there, but she didn’t complain rather Ember enjoyed being carried and even held on to Spud feeling safe for the first time in forever. They had some explaining to do with the other Lostbots, but when they told them Ember’s story, they too looked concerned and understood their decision to bring her here.

They’re questions were like”Who is she?” “Why was she all alone there?” “Why did those Bots leave her?” “How long has she been there?” and these were just a few.

Ember was very cautious round the other Lostbots, in fact all the Botbots she’d encounter around the Mall. Except for Burgertron and Spud Muffin, they were the only ones she trusted, they actually cared about her, they were kind to her and got her out of that Scary Store. She would usually be with ether one of them at all times, more often than not holding on to one of them.

A few days after discovering her Burgertron and Spud had the Science Alliance make Ember a Wheelchair so she can around on her own. Ember of course was thrilled with this, she got the hang of her new Wheelchair rather quickly.

Even though they had stuff to do, Burgertron especially, I mean come on he’s the President! But he and Spud Muffin made sure at least one of them was with Ember due to her Separation Anxiety after being alone for the first part of her life.

Bonz-Eye is asked to look into who was the Bot or Bots that left Ember all alone in the first place, both Burgertron and Spud, if fact all the Lostbots have some questions for those heartless Bots who did that to her.

Ember starts to feel more comfortable around other Botbots over time and ever explores the Mall on her own after a while, which the Lostbots are happy about, especially Burgertron and Spud Muffin who had become her Unofficial Dad’s.

She becomes friends with some of the Botbots from the Gamer Geeks and the Science Alliance after discovering her love of tech.

Eventually Ember meets the very Bots who had left her all that time ago and they try to act like nothing like that happened due to her being so close with the President, but of course Burgertron and Spud Muffin knew all about that and go to confront them, but it’s Ember who reveals everything in front of all the Botbots (much like how Spud revealed everything at the Gold Rush Games)

Those Bots try to deny everything even saying Ember’s lying, but Burgertron and Spud Muffin defend her telling everyone (only the Lostbot knew beforehand) how they’d found her and how scared she was.

Of course all the Botbots are horrified hearing this and before anything else happens, the Bots who left Ember left the scene and even ran out of the Mall, not wanting to face the consequences for their actions.

OK, that’s all I got so far about Ember’s backstory, if you want any more Art Work or Info about her, please let know.

Also before I finish up, I loved the idea of Burgertron & Spud Muffin being together (I’m kinda shipping them😅) so I made them Ember’s Unofficial Dad’s.

Anyway hope you like my New OC and her backstory.

See you next time.

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lucky-cleric · 1 year

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Okay so perhaps I should explain my Split Burgertron AU a bit more.

TF Content Masterpost

Somewhere, somehow, the lost bots get their hands on a machine. (Most likely from the science alliance)

They’re not entirely sure what it does, and while Dimlit and Bonz-eye try exercising caution, Kikmee accidentally throws a button at it

The machine picks a random victim, that victim being burgertron, and suddenly there are two of him.

Bonz-eye wasn’t kidding about him being full of himself

One of them starts acting far more egotistical than Burgertron usually does, but the other… is rather shy

They show Dave (I headcanon they talk to him casually after he saw Spud Muffin) and he named the two Sun Burgertron and Storm Burgertron

We get some exposition from the science alliance, and they “suggest” that Burgertron was the machine’s chosen victim, because he was already kind of at war with himself.

The two act VERY differently. Sun Burgertron immediately goes back into the flow of being a hunger hub. He flirts with Ulf, he tends to be the life of the party, and he starts acting all macho

Storm Burgertron is very different. He’s very concerned of what others think of him, he tends to be a bit more quiet, and he just wants to be left alone to write his fanfiction

Immediately the lost bots are trying to figure out why exactly Burgertron wasn’t “agreeing with himself” or whatever the science bots said.

Dave, is trying to keep an eye on the two Burgertrons but we all know how well that would go

I have more ideas like Storm runs into Spud Muffin, but that’s kind of it for now

#transformers #split burgertron au #botbots

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junk-jester · 4 months

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Transformers: Ashen Wings Information Page

For those curious, unaware or just stumbling randomly, welcome. For a good bit now, I've been thinking about writing my own Transformers AU, where I use the figures I collect as the main way to tell its story.

Having been inspired by this post I found completely at random, I'm now going to compile everything I've written down in one place for future ease of reference.

This'll be a long post, too, so I'm putting all this info under a read more cut so anyone who doesn't want to scroll for an hour or so can go right on by.

[Section 1: List of Characters]

The cast of Ashen Wings is split up into four primary factions; Autobots, Decepticons and Terrorcons.

The Autobots are comprised of: -Earthrise/Kingdom Optimus Prime -Legacy Evolution Commander Armada Optimus Prime -Legacy Override -Earthspark Twitch -Legacy Wreck N' Rule Impactor & Spindle -Legacy Bulkhead -Studio Series ROTB Bumblebee -Legacy Arcee -Legacy Evolution Animated Prowl -ROTB Beast Alliance Targetmaster Rhinox -Studio Series ROTB Cheetor -Studio Series ROTB Airazor -Legacy Evolution Nova Prime -Legacy Evolution Junkion Scraphook -Legacy Evolution Junkion Crashbar -Legacy Evolution Junkion TrashMaster -and Legacy United Windblade

The Decepticons are made up of: -Studio Series Gamer Edition WFC Megatron -Studio Series BBM Megatron -Legacy Evolution Tarn -Legacy Evolution Skyquake -Legacy KnockOut -Legacy Armada Starscream -Kingdom Waspinator -Generations FOC Shockwave -Prime RiD Soundwave -ROTB Beast Alliance Targetmaster Skullcruncher -Legacy United Rock Lord Magneous -and Legacy Jhiaxus

And the Terrorcons are made up of: -Studio Series ROTB Scourge -Studio Series ROTB Battletrap -Studio Series ROTB Nightbird -Studio Series ROTB Freezer -Kingdom Paleotrex -Kingdom Ractonite -Kingdom Wingfinger -and Cybertron Sideways

[Section 2: General Worldbuilding]

-In the ancient past, Cybertron was a rather tribal society, where they worshipped two deities; Prima, Goddess of Light, Day, Order and Life, and Unicron, God of Darkness, Night, Chaos and Death. -Ancient Cybertronians believed the two gods, brother and sister, where locked in an endless war, their planet caught in the middle as the two tumbled around each other in the sky above, each and every sunrise and sunset signaling Prima's small victories and defeats in conjunction with her brother. -One day, this balance was interrupted when the Ancient Cybertronians witnessed their first Solar Eclipse, where the planet's twin moons blotted out the sun. Fearing for Prima's safety, they created a series of super weapons known as The 13 to destroy the moons and bring Prima's light back. -The plan worked and the twin moons were destroyed, but at the cost that Cybertron was tidally locked. As one half froze and the other burned, the Ancient Cybertronians pleaded to their Goddess for help. -Prima seemingly obliged, and The 13 would transform before the people's optics, becoming immensely powerful warriors now known as The 13 Primes. The 13 Primes would then undo the damage, making the planet spin once more, before 12 of their members suddenly vanishing without a trace. -The last Prime left behind, Alpha Trion, sought to grant wisdom to his kin and created The Legacy of The Primes, a contingency plan that sought to pass his powers onto future generations of bots so that his wisdom should never leave their side. -In the modern day, the line has continued unquestioned, with Nova Prime-- a well-respected and publicly adored hero figure-- being the latest to carry Alpha Trion's mantle. -However, as the generations have passed, Alpha Trion's wisdom has been increasingly forgotten or omitted and those that bare the Prime title have not sought to teach his ways to their kin, resulting in the formation of the Functionist Council, which seeks to limit and control Cybertronian society by prescribing roles and jobs to bots based on their natural Alternate Modes. Fast cars become racers adored by the public, Jets are enrolled in Air Force Academies to defend Cybertron from alien threats, Tanks are forced down into Cybertron's underbellies, mining for resources in hazardous environments so that the politicians can build golden cities higher and higher.

[Section 3: Important Plot Points]

The story begins as you all may know it, with the Great War on Cybertron.

-Standard Aligned Continuity depiction of Pre-War Cybertron, with a Miner named D-16 (later rebranded "Megatron" by his admirers) fighting for the equal rights of all Cybertronians from the Gladiatorial Pits of Kaon. -Megatron allies with Orion Pax, a librarian at the Iacon Hall of Records, and Ratbat, a Political Senator working on the Functionist High Council. -The three meet, but while Ratbat speaks of violent revolution, Megatron and Orion want more peaceful means to reform the system, preventing the incitement of chaos. -Ratbat, left vindicated by the duo's refusal, bombs and assassinates the Council, gives himself fake injuries, plants evidence and blames Megatron for the attack. -Megatron is shortly arrested, but he knows Ratbat is the real mastermind. His rage swells and he causes a mass riot, rallying other prisoners (such as Soundwave and Starscream) to his cause and escaping, saying that if Ratbat wanted a true violent revolution, then that's exactly what he was going to get. -Ratbat is soon murdered by this group of prison rioters, dubbed Decepticons by a news media outlet, but the chaos wouldn't end with him and the Decepticons would keep attacking everything in sight, despite Megatron's orders to stand down. -As chaos consumed Cybertron and the remnants of the Functionist Military were unable to hold them back, Orion was approached by the ailing Nova Prime, who had sensed his time was coming to an end and a new successor was to be chosen. Naming him Optimus Prime, Nova would pass along the Matrix of Light-- Alpha Trion's dormant Weapon Form-- and everything he knew or had ever been taught. Optimus, with this renewed sense of purpose, would confront Megatron alone. -Megatron was prepared to fight Optimus, calling him a betrayer to everything they stood for, but Optimus corrected him, telling Megatron that he had lost sight of their goals, and if he wanted to truly make things right, he should truly consider long and hard what should be done next now. Megatron, heeding Optimus words, would fly off into space to begin a long process of soul searching among the stars. -Back on Cybertron, without their leader, the Decepticons were left in disarray and most were re-arrested as Optimus sought to get things under control. -Those remaining Decepticons who avoided imprisonment would make a bot named Tarn-- who Megatron considered to be an adopted son-- be their new leader in Megatron's absence. Tarn tried to lead the Decepticons, but found too much pressure on his shoulders, causing him to leave their ranks and flee into space as well. This would land Tarn on Earth, who hid out on the tropical islands of Hawaii. -Shockwave and Jhiaxus, two bots who had been arrested by the Functionist Council for pursuing careers in science instead of the military as ace fliers, would then end up hiring a team of skilled Bounty Hunters-- the Terrorcons-- to retrieve Tarn. In turn, Optimus would send a small team of his own-- the Autobots-- to do the same, led by his own adopted daughter figure, a famous champion racer named Override. -Upon getting to Earth, the two factions would scuffle a bit as they searched for Tarn. Quickly realizing that his team is outnumbered, Scourge, leader of the Terrorcons, would have his allies dig up some dinosaur skeletons and flood them with a nanotech virus, creating the Fossilizers Paleotrex, Ractonite and Wingfinger, as well as their combined mode, Gravesite. -Eventually, the Autobots would find Tarn first and escort him back to Cybertron. The Terrorcons, enraged at losing a major payday, would reveal their true colors as cultists who worship Unicron and were mutated or enhanced by his dark powers, hence why they could revive the dead. They would then begin to take over Cybertron, using more of Unicron's powers to brutally injure Optimus and create a false clone of Megatron, weaving a conspiracy that Megatron had actually been dead this whole time, murdered in cold blood by the cruel and unfeeling Optimus.

Tarn, Override and their remaining Decepticons and Autobots would work together to form a resistance against Scourge and the Terrorcon-controlled Cybertron, but no progress in taking back the planet could be made up until the real Megatron would return from his soul searching.

During his time in space, Megatron would happen upon The Chemical Lenses, the dormant Weapon Form of Alchemist Prime, a master of manipulation over matter and energy, able to transform any one element into another.

However, the Chemical Lenses were infected by Space Barnacles, and in his attempts to clean them off, Megatron himself was infected. Alchemist's ghost, noticing Megatron's plight, saved them both from Space Barnacles. Megatron apologized for his failure, but Alchemist denied the apology, saying he did what he could and that's what matters.

Alchemist would then bestow upon Megatron a special power, but without telling him how to use it, saying only Prima herself could show him, and only when the time was right.

With this new unknown power in hand, Megatron would return to Cybertron, only to see what the Terrorcons had done to the planet. Enraged by their chaos and discord, Megatron would singlehandedly carve a path of death through the Terrorcon ranks, killing his clone, Nightbird and Battletrap before then moving on to Scourge himself.

Scourge was saved at the last minute by Sideways, but not before Megatron had unleashed the power granted to him by Alchemist Prime. Antimatter leaked from his eyes like tears as he reduced Gravesite to atoms and dust.

With the Terrorcons fleeing and scattered, Megatron would then use his power to repair and upgrade Optimus, giving him a Super Mode.

Optimus and Megatron would then work together to rebuild what the Terrorcons had destroyed and unite Cybertron under one banner. Should the Terrorcons ever return, they'd be ready.

[Section 4: Side Stories]

Beyond what the main plot tells, various side stories also take place at various points in the timeline.

During Tarn's stay on Earth, he would witness the battles between Override's Autobots and Scourge's Terrorcons from afar, where it would quickly become apparent that he had fallen in love with her.

Tarn would initially be terrified of this fact, but after being taken back to Cybertron and leading the rebellion against the Terrorcons with her, his love would be actualized, and he would ask her to be his Conjunx Endura by the time of the real Megatron's return.

Before the onset of the Great War, Starscream was a prominent Military General working for the Functionist Council, but was court marshalled and imprisoned when he refused to fire on civilians. When Megatron escaped and the Decepticon Riots ensued, Starscream was at the forefront of the chaos, guiding fellow Seekers in bombing several buildings. However, his longtime Conjunx Endura, Windblade, had been inside one by mere chance and was injured by debris. Windblade would break up with Starscream and swear revenge for his seeming betrayal, causing them both to grow cold and distant, though they would cross swords several times at several points in time. Windblade would eventually find peace after the Terrorcons occupation of Cybertron was removed by training with Prowl in the art of Metallikato, but Starscream hasn't had similar luck. He now roams the galaxy as a vagabond, trying to find any possible way he could apologize to his lost love.

At some point in time, Tarn is visited by the ghost of his future self, taking the form of a Samurai named Bludgeon. Bludgeon tells Tarn that he hails from an alternate future where Megatron fails and is slain by Scourge, and he has become haunted by the action, unable to pass on. Bludgeon demands Tarn not make the same mistakes he did, to prevent that future from taking place, and Tarn agrees, though without clear instruction. Regardless, Bludgeon vanishes into the afterlife, leaving his sword and skull mask behind. Tarn has since begun taking up both, training day in and day out, waiting patiently for Scourge and Sideways' inevitable return.

[Final Section: Misc. Details & Fun Facts]

-Megatron's Antimatter powers gifted to him by Alchemist Prime mix the jagged spines of WFC Dark Energon with the clouds of energy emitting from his eyes of their IDW depiction, making them extremely dangerous and unpredictable.

-Early drafts of the story had Tarn and Override be Megatron and Optimus' biological kids, but it was changed so they're adopted instead so that the timeline makes more sense.

-There is no Ashen Wings version of the DJD or Damus/Glitch. Tarn has always just been Tarn and, likewise, was never corrupted from being Optimus' friend into a worshipper of Megatron. --There was plans initially for an Ashen Wings version of the DJD, but they would've had different code names and group title, but without Hasbro making any Legacy figures of them, they can't be included.

-The plot of there being a conspiracy regarding Megatron's death and the creation of a clone wasn't the initial plan, but things sort of evolved this way when I wanted Studio Series Bumblebee Movie Concept Art Megatron, but had to justify its existence in conjunction with Studio Series Gamer Edition Megatron when I had just gotten that before BBM Megs was announced. --The same line of thinking also applies to Earthrise Optimus and Legacy Armada Optimus, but instead of a clone, I relegated the LA figure to being an upgrade.

In conclusion, that should be everything of note about Ashen Wings. If anyone has any more questions, I'm happy to answer. This AU's plot is also always updating as I expand my collection, so this post will no doubt be updated in time.

For now, however, this is where I'll leave everything off.

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