#i simply love it when cyclonus suffers >:)

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Ultra Magnus has to step in to be like 'the right to trial by combat was removed from the constitution 10 million years ago'

#transformers #maccadam #galvatron #cyclonus #tailgate #whirl #tf idw #my art #rodimus is like 'ok galvatron you may sit in the captains chair. for 10 minutes. if you promise you wont steer us into a wormhole or smth' #galvatron is like 'yes. of course :) i promise!' while crossing his fingers behind his back #i am not spending 40 hours painstakingly rendering this comic out sorry guys it got a little too long! #i simply love it when cyclonus suffers >:)

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Other characters' reactions to Megatron in a romantic relationship with human liaison reader.

Question's and Quiries

Megatron x human reader

Warnings: non

Word count: 1.6K

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Many aboard the Lost Light would be shocked and concerned to discover Megatron in a secret relationship with the human ambassador for the ship. As Ex leader of the Decepticons, whose sole purpose has been conquest and destruction, becoming emotionally attached to an organic seemed unfathomable to many of the bots.

Word of the unlikely pairing would spread quickly through the vessel's corridors and hab suites. Many Autobots who suffered under Megatron's tyranny for vorns would recoil in disbelief and distrust, and even other bots more worried about the human, were they in a decent state of mind, were they being threatened?. Even neutral crew members found it difficult to accept. Had their captain truly changed after all this time? Or had he simply developed a new, disturbing method of manipulation? Either way, keeping the ambassador closely aligned posed serious risks. 

Rodimus was the first to hear rumours among the crew of the Lost Light that Megatron had taken a human ambassador aboard as something more than a diplomatic liaison. He had heard it from Swerve who had apparently heard Megatron drunkenly confess he adored them, loved them even. 

"Megatron? In a relationship with an organic?" Rodimus laughed incredulously. "That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. Maybe if it was Optimus, but Megatron? He hates all other lifeforms." Rodimus had stated which made Swerve hit him with a cloth. 

"I'm telling you he was mopping around the bar drinking Energex like it was nothing, trying to work on poetry, he's fraggin smitten with the Ambassador!" Swerve states while cleaning more glasses. 

"The mech may scare the shit out of me but he becomes a sobbing mess when drunk, I can see why he never drunk during the war, could have ended it so much earlier with a drunken poetry night" Swerve jokes, trying to calm his own racing spark after the earlier interaction with the ex warlord.

Swerve, ever the gossip made news spread like wildfire.

Rodimus, Tailgate, Cyclonus and Skids and heard it from him. Rodimus told it to Drift who told it to Ratchet, tailgate told it to Whirl who shouted about it publicly. Skids had told it to Rung, who in turn relayed it to Ultra Magnus. 

"Can you believe it?" Swerve asked other members at his bar, optics wide. "The big, bad tyrant of the Decepticons has gone soft! I never thought I'd see the orn." Though said lightly, there may be an undercurrent of hope in his voice.

Tailgate, on the other hand, would be fearful yet curious. A secret admirer of the human ambassador, they were friends in his eyes, he nonetheless knows of Megatron's violent past. The idea of a human so close to the warlord would fill him with terror...yet also he himself was with a Decepticon,  ex decepticon.

As for Cyclonus, his reaction is the hardest to read. Stoic and stalwart, the former Decepticon says little. But observation of his microexpressions hints at deep surprise. 

When Rodimus approaches Drift with a similar story, having heard it from several sources, Drift doubts begin to fade, he had watched them for a while but now it seemed as if he theory had been confirmed. "This can't be true... Can it? Why would Megatron bother with a human?, he isn't very... open to contact”

From there Drift finds himself in the medibay, Ratchet let out an exasperated sigh when Drift told him about the rumours. "Megatron, caring for an organic? I'll believe it when I see it with my own optics. That mech is still as twisted and dangerous as ever, no matter who he chooses to consort with.”

When news finally reached Magnus, an emergency session was called. Shouting matches erupted as Rodimus and Ultra Magnus demanded explanations, one in shock and excitement the other wanting to make sure This wasn't a ploy. How did this happen under their watch, and what were Megatron's real intentions? The safety of the crew and their mission was of utmost priority, something the ambassador's unusual relationship with the former warlord could jeopardise. 

As chaos reigned aboard the ship, few knew what to make of Megatron and his human companion. But most agreed their unforeseen bond, if genuine, heralded great uncertainty for the future...Cybertronians had never tried courting outside of their own species, and so many questions came from it. 

Rodimus couldn't believe it when the rumours started spreading. Megatron, in a relationship with an organic? It seemed too bizarre to be true. Rodimus decided to confront Megatron directly to find out if it really was true. He had found Megatron deep in discussion with the human, hands gesturing animatedly as they spoke. The familiarity between them was unmistakable. 

"So the rumours are true," Rodimus said abruptly. "You and the... ambassador?" 

Megatron turned, his optics glowing dangerously. "What I do is no concern of yours, Rodimus." He tries to defend before eventually sighing and confirming. Megatron said impassively. "They enjoy listening to my writings, and I enjoy watching them when they work on their projects. Now leave us in peace." But when he confronted Megatron about it directly, the warlord didn't deny it. A smile crosses his face as he talks about them.

 Rodimus shook his head in disbelief as he hassled Megatron for more information,  how did a relationship like that even work, the size difference itself, one being Cybernetic and the other Organic. 

Ultra Magnus was deeply uneasy about the whole affair. An organic aboard one of their ships was risky enough, but for them to be fraternising with Megatron of all bots it worries him. He had fought against Megatron countless times and seen the depths of his cruelty.

"Are you certain of this?" Ultra Magnus asked gravely.  "Megatron and a human?" Ratchet could only nod grimly in response, he continues working as Drift sits off to the side. “Shocked me when the Ambassador came in for a health check, learned too much on megatron's interface life, for a lifetime” Ratchet confirms. 

"What does this mean for our relations with humans?" Rung wondered aloud. "Will they still see us as allies?” he asked, slightly worried. 

 It seemed impossible that the Decepticon could truly care for another. He feared this relationship was merely a ploy by Megatron to manipulate the ambassador and advance his own goals.

 But watching them had changed his feelings on the matter. Watching Megatron lift them up to watch the stars throughout the observation deck. Listened to Megatron laugh, a true laugh when in their presence. How Megatron went out of his way to make sure they were content. 

"I do not understand," Rodimus said slowly, turning to his companions. "Has Megatron gone soft? Or is this some new trickery, like dont get me wrong I'm glad that they are happy but does it feel unreal to anyone else?"

Brainstorm, ever the scientist, was endlessly fascinated. "Just think of the advances we could make by studying their physiology up close!" he said excitedly. "Too bad Megsy's being so selfish, keeping them all to himself." Nautica smiled and reminded him that they was a person, not a lab experiment. But privately, even she wished to learn more about these "humans.”

Drift frowned thoughtfully. "The ways of the spark are mysterious. Perhaps even one as Megatron is capable of love." His optics linger on the Larger mech who was discussing paperwork with the human sitting on the table in front of him. Red optics look down at the human softly as they chat softly amongst themselves. 

Ratchet scoffed. "Love is it? I'd believe Unicron had a change of sparks before Megatron. Mark my words, this will end in nothing but trouble and spilled energon. That human has no idea what kind of Mech they're dealing with." 

Tailgate let out a squeak of surprise. "Aww, they look so cute! He looks like a love sick sparkling!" tailgate was wrapped in Cyclonus' arms as they watched the two. 

Drift shoots Ratchet a look, in turn the medic sighs at his harsh words, he knew all too well what it was like falling in love with a Decepticon, he was being. A hypocrite and he knew it. 

And yet, as they watched, Megatron's actions remained gentle, protective even, as he spoke softly with the ambassador. Rodimus found himself hoping against logic that Drift was right - that even the coldest spark held the potential for warmth. 

Rodimus ran a hand over his faceplate. "Primus help us, the Senate is NOT going to like this." He states while downing his drink. "We'll need to address them, try to do some damage control before this blows up in our faces. Once we get back to Cybertron”

As for the senate, they were outraged that Megatron would fraternise with an organic, Megatron has a long and deadly history of oppression, war crimes, and casual disregard for other species. 

 Many councillors would express grave concern over any influence or leverage Megatron might gain through the relationship. 

Some would even demand the ambassador be removed from the ship for their own protection. Cooler heads would argue for letting the relationship play out, while closely monitoring for signs of abuse or manipulation. 

Ultimately, the senate would likely ban Megatron from direct contact with the ambassador until a full psychological evaluation could be conducted. 

 But after Optimus steps in stating it was inhumane and cruel they allow the two back together.

That night, Megatron spends it under the stars with his lover, both of them trading stories of poetry, philosophy, and astrology. In his spark, this was where he wanted to be, with them, and he would fight to keep that spot by their side. 

#transformers #transformers idw #transformers x human #transformers x reader #transformers lost light #megatron #transformers: more than meets the eye #transformers megatron #megatron transformers #mtmte megatron #megatron mtmte #Megatron idw #idw transformers #tf idw #mtmte transformers #mtmte #tf mtmte

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Whirl not only gets away with everything and anything, he is absolutely encouraged by Skywarp. Who is known for pranking his fellow Decepticons. He attempts to reign him in from bothering Megatron once because he isn't sure how he'll take it, but after Rodimus bursts into giggles, Megatron instantly melts from his annoyance chuckles to himself and simply tells Skywarp to teach Whirl to focus on more appropriate targets. Parenthood has had an incredibly mellowing effect. Thr only ones putting in a concentrated effort to reign him in are Thundercracker and Cyclonus. Tiny Ratchet is firm Megatron deserves suffering.

They do have memories that get clearer with age.

Getaway is seething so much. It's Hot Rod and he hates it but Hot Rod also is also one of those parents fascinated with everything their baby does and smothers him in attention and affection which is doing wonders for helping his issues even if he keeps trying to remember he doesn't like Hot Rod. Hot Rod is a very young parent and fussy and worrying so he compensates by trying to keep a cloae eye on him and give him all the attention and affection that Hot Rod as a war orphan lacked in his earliest years.

G1 Ravage finds the smaller version cute and appropriately fiery. He couldn't be happier, and MTMTE Ravage finds a reflection of his own family that he severely missed.

Brainstorm is such a trouble child. He is a genius who preens and saunters around bragging loudly and reminds Skyfire painfully of Starscream, who is definitely eyeballing the tiny jet from a distance. Though there is one accidental kidnapping that results in bonding time and Starscream is veey firm he is nlt attached to Skyfire's kid he just can't trust anyone else to watch him while ransom is negotiated. Regardless of how adorable and clever he is designing weaponry and how much fun helping him build the miniature gun he designed was.

Rung and Megatron are absolute angels, and after one horribly panicked afternoon of losing Rung, he's so small, he is constantly being held by someone.

There are absolutely a few comments especially about Megatron though Ratchet confirms he was there for it.

A few of them have concerns. Jazz worries about how unsocial Damus is and how he struggles to fit in. Wheeljack has similar concerns about Deathsaurus, which leads to his "siblings" being built earlier. And playdates.

The Coneheads are terrified because they have no idea how to raise a motorcycle, and Chromedome is so depressed until he meets tiny Rewind. Ultra Magnus and Hot Rod bond even more about their shared concerns about parenthood.

Springer and Arcee are concerned about Pharma's newly discovered bulkying tendencies once he meets Damus.

Sunstreaker is overprotective of Drift because he is very, very obviously part Decepticon and he isn't Optimus Prime so he hears comments and there are some fights. As far is he's concerned Drift is perfect and anyone who thinks otherwise answers to him.

Shockwave bemoans Perceptor's strange fussiness concerning ethics but indulges him as it is Perceptor's experiments.

Skywarp being a bad influence makes sense, that's adorable and hilarious. He gets away with so much

OO okay makes sense, wonder what'll happen in regards to the memories as they age and start to communicate and everything (how much do they still relate to their previous lives? Is a question that comes with all reincarnation things)

Omg that's so fucking sweet. Getaway is a problem child and Hot Rod is doing the best thing for it: patiently understanding him and caring for him. Aww yes. Smother that fucker in love and see how it affects him.

Exactly, mtmte Rav is gonna get so much

One accidental kidnapping

I have a feeling I know what happened /hj

Baby!Rung is so fucking little, both physically and in little guy vibes. I wonder how he'll differ from his previous life

It is yet again baby Tarn time and it's always fun to see how he fits into a new life (when his memories begin to bubble up again it's going to be a nightmare)

Also seeing little Des and the dinobots play is an adorable image

Adorable image of the coneheads and just. Itty bitty motorcycle.

It's interesting to see how some mecha are drawing off of their old lives for new patterns, makes sense but still. Fascinating.

Awww YES SUNNY WIN. that there is his child and talk shit get hit

Shockwave: odd request, but I do not why i should not grant it

#maccadam #transformers #lots of characters #it'd be interesting to see how similar/dissimilar they grow to be from their previous life #and whoever realizes their children are from a harsher universe than their iwn #it's interesting

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Could thee perhaps do hc's for mtmte Megsy, Cyclonus n First Aid where their bot "S/O" attacks them completely out of no where, and no amount of talking gets through to them and after a while this has been going on their actual S/O walks in and is just

Confused but ready to kill the moment they see injuries on their lover

Apparently Brainstorm tried to clone them or something but it didn't work out like. At all.

Thamken, have a flower 🌷

I imagine Brainstorm might have been fiddling with multiverse technology when he accidentally created a "shadow clone" of sorts that had the emotions of the individual in question reversed. Thus, immense hatred for your beloved drives said clone to attack! Thankfully contact with the original makes it vanish, or at least, from this reality. I hope this backstory works and makes sense, here we go!

Megatron

Accustomed to being ambushed, Megatron was still caught off guard when you attacked, and suffered a few blows to the helm before taking hold of your wrists. Struggling against surprising strength, he finds himself pleading to no avail for you to stop. Is something wrong? Have you been afflicted with some disease? Can he help you in any way? As you struggle against him with boundless ferocity he can't help but fear you've simply had a change of spark, as he always worried you would...

You're relentless when you finally break free, and for all of his skill defending himself is a struggle. Even as you draw energon he can't bring himself to strike back, because he won't dare injure you too badly. He hesitates to even call for help; what if they open fire? Thus, he's left temporarily trapped at your nonexistent mercy, a tiny voice in his mind telling him this was only a matter of time...

Everything stops when you, or a second you, appears in the doorway. Having heard the commotion, you freeze at the sight of Megatron and yourself grappling in a very one sided fight. You lose all capacity for questions as soon as you see your beloved bleeding. Needing no instructions, your actual self charges in, ready to defend from even the most absurd of threats.

The battle ends as soon as you touch your doppelganger, their enraged form fading to shadowy smog the instant you grab hold of their arm. A moment of silence passes before you turn your attention to Megatron, who's injured but not gravely from the ordeal. He flinches at your initial gesture of comfort, experiencing whiplash at how your optics have gone from furious to loving, and needs a moment to confirm this is the real you. A gentle servo over his cements the reality. You would never hurt him, never betray him... For all he's done, he can rely on you to be there, no matter how strange the circumstances.

Cyclonus

Ever the reactionary, he hadn't hesitated to strike when an ambush had been attempted in his own room, but he'd been mortified to see you bleeding at the end of his blade after his dodge and retaliation. Though the wound was superficial, he'd still dropped his sword and moved immediately to apologize for his actions. It was then he'd received a slash in kind across his chest. Baffled, he'd been defenseless for the flurry of attacks that followed.

Pleading for you to stop and tell him what was wrong, he tried to restrain you, but found himself overwhelmed by an endless barrage of furious attacks. You were as tireless as you were enraged. All he could do was grab his sword to prevent you from using it, frozen as he tried to understand and survive without hurting you. In that moment he considered his death would be preferable to your own if it meant you would survive to be helped...

Thankfully, he never got the chance to see that through.

In the blink of an optic, you'd run in behind your copy, having seen everything from the door and acted without a second thought. Your clone had dissipated so quickly Cyclonus stumbled forward without something to push back against, and his hands locked around you, the confusion and pain on his face evident all the while. You had to talk him down, gently removing his hands from their deathgrip before he brought one tenderly to your face. This was you, the real you, who loved him so dearly... He could believe in that, at least.

First Aid

Something had obviously been wrong with you, he could see that from the way you moved; the twitching suggested a number of possible problems. However, he'd been unable to ask you anything before you'd lunged at him. As calm as he was under pressure, he'd been caught far too off guard to react in time, and had been pinned to the ground in a painful slam. Only instinctive reactions had spared him a full assault on his helm.

His medical training had struggled to surface under the barrage of blows to follow, but he'd still done his best to try, looking for visible symptoms of what might be causing the behavior. This can't be right, so he has to figure out what's doing it, but what could possibly be responsible? He needs to help you, but he can't! The helplessness makes him more vulnerable to every strike.

In an unexpected mercy, you're tackled off of him by... yourself? The you that had been pummeling him fades in a flash, leaving a far more normal looking bot behind who immediately rushes to his aid. Though he flinches, he still accepts your hand to rise, but he immediately guides you to sit down so he can observe you. Were you suffering some sort of failed cloning experiment or dimensional warping? His own injuries can wait while he finds out, he needs to know that you're okay, no matter what.

#transformers #maccadam #mtmte #more than meets the eye #lost light imagine #lostlight #lost light #idw #tf #ll #my writing #my asks #anon #requests #megatron x reader #cyclonus x reader #first aid x reader #human reader #self insert

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ladies and gentlemen this is ask dump no. 5

aw scrap here we go again!

answered asks include body modification as the opposite of empurata, Mutacons making bandages out of kibble, kibble used as furniture, numbers of Sweeps, a DILF alligator, RID15 Tidal Wave, a BIG infodump on dealing with the circus that is Iacon’s media, Cybertronian muppets, a WIP of Elita Infin1te (or rather her sword), and the many secret sufferings of Alpha Trion.

yea, sorta! body modification in SNAP is more limited than in canon. you can’t simply switch out your body like the total frame reformats of IDW or TFP, and losing a limb can be permanent if not healed in time. for the most part, the frame you have is the frame you’re stuck with, and those frames fall within specific parameters.

HOWEVER-

some modification and upgrades do exist! the most prominent here would be a prosthetic helm like Lugnut. if the processor is left intact and attached after a helm injury, a new helm can be sculpted, with extra optics to make up for the lower quality of artificial optics, and as visibly different as possible to differentiate from empurata. other replacements and prosthetics are common after debilitating injury where the original body part cannot be saved. whether or not the prosthetic is as good as the original depends on the individual and the specific injury. there are also functional medical upgrades, like thicker armor attachments, alt mode additions, etc. almost every upgrade is for the express purpose of improving one’s frame for their function, and there’s definitely a limit to them. you can’t give yourself new limbs if you only had four to begin with. a grounder cannot become a flier. the spark can only power so much mass in the frame, and some people have adverse reactions that mean the upgrades don’t take and must be removed.

this sort of relates to the next point here-

yes, with some caveats.

Cybertronians are a segmentary species, so they can detach some body parts for a bit without negative consequences, as long as that body part is reattached for revitalization and repair. many folks can do this without any medical assistance for the less integral kibble. for instance, Kup uses his tow arm as a walking stick, but he has to reattach it whenever he wants to go into alt mode, and if he doesn’t transform he still needs to reattach it for a couple hours every day at minimum. so if a Mutacon were to create a makeshift splint out of kibble and detach it, it would likely be fine, as long as they got that kibble back. otherwise, they’ve lost a whole chunk of their body that they can’t just regenerate.

for shifting armor to cover a wound without detaching it, that depends on the nature of the wound. if it’s ragged, large, or in areas with a lot of joints or movement, it might be difficult to shuffle around plating to cover it. a more superficial injury in a less delicate area would be easier

sort of! it’ll depend on the individual’s kibble, of course! double checking SNAP Bulkhead, i don’t think he could, because his kibble isn’t large enough. but Scylla could probably use her alt mode arms as a chair, Wreck-Gar has a built in backpack and belly bag, and of course the Necrobot uses his wingcloak as hands. different kibble with different bonus uses

the ideal number of Sweeps is seven, since less than that means they don’t have enough collective processing power to function optimally. more than seven, however, puts a strain on that collective processing power to smoothly operate so many at once. so there’s usually packs of as close to seven as they can get.

as to how many can just exist at the same time, it’s limited only by how many Scourge is willing to forge. he first invents them in s1e06 A Use for Army-building! An Upgrade to Sweeps. by the next episode they figure out that having dozens of them running around is... well it’s about as chaotic as having dozens of flying puppies with hands and weapons would be. in large numbers they’re very difficult to control. good thing Galvatron is excellent at commanding his new army!

(the post this is referring to) @oldboyjensenhinglemeier​ thanks Dilf Waitress, i can always rely on you

(the post this is referring to) i think that’s fantastic, i’d love to see a Cybertronian whale. imagine the size of the holding cell you’d have to have for him!

oooohohoho what a sticky subject. here’s a quick rundown on faction ideology to give you some context for how they operate and thus deal with the media. the heroes aren’t referred to as heroes, but rather as vigilantes at best and violent gangs in a turf war at worst. Froid has remotely diagnosed them with pathological dissent. at the same time, some folks have jumped on the market to make hero merch, and it becomes a very lucrative business for some. public opinion is constantly torn between fear and anger at how they do whatever they’d like and gratitude and admiration for how they throw themselves in harms way to prevent disaster and save people. it’s really a giant mess all the time that changes by the day.

there is of course the whole snafu surrounding the media’s portrayal of the Elite Guard as a backup team for the Autobots, and Elita 1 as Optimus’ sidekick. and Elita 1 is Not Happy about that. Elita 2 is startlingly good at winding the reporters around her little finger and always seems to know just what to say, whereas Elita 3 just grumbles at the cameras, even sometimes demanding they respect boundaries or be locked in the nearest building with the use of her powers. Elita 4 barely notices them unless she’s in the mood to prank someone, and Elita 5 just avoids them, as they tend to dramatize her size and thus her danger. given their excellent teamwork and how they’re (mostly) in favor of reform instead of anarchy, the Elite Guard would actually have a good shot at getting along with the news, except they bow to precisely no one, including the people wanting to interview them, so instead they come across as a standoffish and self-serving clique with dangerous habits

the Decepticons are in the bad-boy limelight and they love it. well, at least Galvatron, Hellscream, and Thunderblast do. Galvatron takes advantage of every opportunity to pontificate on the evils of society and the right to rise up for freedom. broadcasters have learned to cut the cameras as soon as he starts speaking so his ideas don’t get the chance to spread too far. Hellscream cares less about principles and more about scaring the living daylights out of every reporter he sees, often leaving them with cracked equipment and ringing audials from the sheer destructive power of his voice. Thunderblast just wants to preen in all the attention and boy does she get it. Cyclonus actively avoids most gawkers, Scourge talks too long and complicated to make good news, Drift either ignores them or sends them away with some lofty spiritual advice, and Triptych is dangerously unpredictable so most reporters have learned to stay away from him.

the Predacons came into existence in a negative light, and they were grimly prepared for it. after all, Sixshot used to be a Decepticon, and their falling-out and defection caused quite a stir. when Abominus first appeared, the fearful reaction of the public to such an ‘abomination’ is actually how he chose his name in the first place. Airachnid loves tormenting reporters with nuclear-grade sarcasm and subtle threats, but if anyone makes her truly mad she’ll string them up in her web cabling and leave them hanging. she also flaunts that cabling by using her darts to knit nets, shawls, and other decorations, despite the fact that getting cabling tangled up in seams and joints can lead to something called entrapment protocols, mentioned in the seventh ask here. Enforcers use capture equipment designed to trigger entrapment protocols, so her mimicry of that as nothing more than a casual accessory is a big ‘frag you’.

Soundwave.... is a category of his own. he only comes into being in the fourth season, but the media soon learns to quake at the thought of encountering Soundwave, and his minicons are little better. there’s at least one instance where he Rosanna-rolls the entirety of Iacon.

the Autobots keep wavering between ‘the only true good ones of all these vigilantes’ and ‘the worst possible people in the world, hide the children, lock the doors’ in the eyes of the media. Optimus does his best to treat everyone fairly, and the Mistress usually has something encouraging to share. much like Galvatron but for completely opposite reasons, broadcasters have learned to cut cameras when Ultra Magnus starts talking, because his encyclopedic knowledge of law means he regularly lists every instance of malpractice, abuse, illegality, and disrespect that he sees in the average reporter, Enforcer, or politician, which is not the kind of upbraiding that would serve the propaganda machine. however, it does get him the attention of Tyrest, who leverages legality and public opinion to try and draw Ultra Magnus into an agreement during s3e03- A Councilmember’s Boon! An Upgrade to Legality. Rodimus is a chaos beast who has been known to snatch cameras for selfies. it’s kind of a tossup as to whether Cheetor will be going slow enough to show up in the footage or not.

now, i can’t talk about the media without mentioning the feral force of nature that is Rewind. the best of the best, he’s the only one willing to brave the battlefields for an up-close look, constantly endangering himself in order to get the freshest scoop. he might not always hold opinions in line with the mandated propaganda about these vigilantes, but the media lets him get away with it, since he’s the most successful at getting them more news. this has caused him to be targeted at least once, unfortunately.

love this question. love it. you know those lil remote controlled robot dogs, or things to that effect? i’m imagining that’s what Cybertronian muppets are like, since they can create robotics and animatronics with a lot more finesse and ease than we can. in fact, making fabric is probably harder for them than robotics, since they don’t have the same materials as we do to work with. but anyway, these muppets wouldn’t be limited by what a hand can do to puppet them around, being instead remote controlled from off stage, so i don’t know if they’d have that kind of visual gag. maybe instead there would be fourth-wall breaking where one muppet snatches the remote of another?

the painful thing about this answer is that i have a design i’m happy with EXCEPT FOR THE HELM i have sketched and resketched a dozen different ideas ugh. the body looks fine, all five of them combined in a way that makes sense to me, but i just CANNOT get the helm right i’m so angry. anyway here’s the Cyber Caliber, all of their swords combined into one massive weapon

the more accurate question is, what hasn’t happened to him. he’s been through a lot, the poor mech. but i’ll list some things for you:

that one time he had a sibling be erased from reality

that one time he had to murder another sibling because they decided evil was fun

that one time a fragging beachball stole his work

the fact he doesn’t know if his twin is alive or not

that one time he was a junker running for his life

that one time he was too late to save the Terminus Blade, and it was stolen

that one time his pride and joy, the Athenaum Sanctorum, was destroyed, and everything archived there was lost

that other time the same fragging beachball stole his work

that other time he was a junker hiding for his life

the fact that the theft of his diary started a whole new branch of religion and he has to read his own words as if they’re sacred

the fact that the title of Trion was in fact derived from his diary, and the sheer painful irony of being given the title of Trion.

that one time he had to rip off some fingers to fit in

that one time Trypticon showed up, awhile before the JAAT was founded, and he had to take it on alone

that other time Trypticon showed up when the JAAT opened and he had to hand out some precious relics to children to protect the school

aaaaand his current reason for drinking! the fact that of all twenty-something heroes running around, he only knows who THREE of them are because he only gave out THREE RELICS! and relics just keep disappearing from the collection he’s guarding

someone help him he is not having a good time. and it’s only going to get worse...

#ask dump #worldbuilding #cybertronian biology #Empurata #mutacon #sweeps #gatoraider #cybertron #cybertronian culture #autobot #elite guard #decepticon #predacon #rewind #elita infin1te #Alpha Trion #faculty #i've given so much away about alpha now sheesh #well not really i guess but ITS STILL A LOT

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Okay I just need to go on a rant about Whirl because I love him he might just be the most tragic character in the entirety of MTMTE and considering the candidates that’s a pretty hard position to cinch. Some of this is gonna have mentions re: self harm, suicidal tendencies/ideation, overall bad coping mechanisms etc so if that’s not your cuppa please scroll on. 

This gets long so here’s the obligatory read more. 

Let’s write “tragic” in flickering neon letters with the fact that Whirl’s first appearance in MTMTE, dropping the titular “how to say goodbye and mean it,” is a personal soliloquy delivered as he’s in the midst of constructing his own funeral pyre. Whirl is lost, directionless, trapped and unwilling to be such in a postwar environment. But how did we get here? 

Whirl is without a doubt a driven character. In the prewar functionist society, he had no qualms switching careers, risks be damned. Whether he’s always had a knack for disobeying authority or was simply driven by passion or both isn’t elaborated on, but he’s got a hell of a hardheaded streak that’s impossible to ignore. When destroying his business wasn’t enough to deter him from further rebellion, the Senate was happy to turn him into an empuratee and destroy not only the opportunity but the capability of continuing to rebel by pursuing his passion. This is what I’d personally consider the big ‘whump’ moment, less so the use and abuse as a pawn that followed but the point of trauma at which we begin to see Whirl’s psyche begin to twist.

From this point forward we see Whirl in and out of prison, let loose when he can be useful to someone else’s ploy and otherwise incarcerated for a buffet of offenses. No longer able to be constructive and having little if any control of his life, Whirl becomes aggressively destructive. In response to having everything he aspired toward ripped away from him, permanently, he builds a mental defense of bitterness and anger and paves over his black hole of self worth with a veneer of outright assholery. It’s here that he bares his metaphorical fangs and pushes - with gusto - anyone who might even suggest they’re trying to appeal to reason or get close to him as an individual. 

It’s hard to imagine, given even subtly different circumstances, that Whirl would not side with the decepticons for the war. While he’s single-handedly responsible for radicalizing Megatron towards violence, the ‘con intent at the start of revolution - that movement in society should be possible and a caste system based on alt mode is unethical - aligns quite nicely with what he’d already aspired to do with his life. His conscription to the side of the autobots is just another instance in which his autonomy is cast aside. 

Whirl is a tool. Whirl had a passion for watchmaking, but now he can’t, so his new passion is violence. Whirl is a gun and someone else has always told him where to point and all he’s ever been given for his cooperation is the blame of pulling the trigger. Whirl is an asshole, Whirl is unpredictable, Whirl isn’t a mech anybody would ever think twice about saving - the answer would always be no. Whirl wants to die. Whirl only wants to die on his own terms and he’ll be damned if he’s going to keel over under the orders of someone he doesn’t respect, for a cause he doesn’t believe in. 

A few years of this sort of treatment would be enough to drive anyone insane, let alone the millennia of warfare he suffered through. Worse yet is the one time he found a group, a team that was known for the unorthodox and taking on the big messy challenges, the Wreckers kicked him out. Whirl was too much for the mechs that were too much and there’s no way in hell that doesn’t still sting. 

That’s how we get here:

Whirl defends himself through isolation from others. He can’t be hurt by others if he never lets them close enough to be hurt by. In a hypersocial society, he has no close long-term friends, he is one of the few with no roommate aboard the Lost Light. He made himself as unpalatable as possible. He’s crass, he’s volatile, he makes it clear with every word and action that Whirl is first, you don’t mean anything, I’d leave you for dead in an instant..... But that’s not true, is it? 

Whirl is shown being completely, dramatically, self-destructively caring throughout the series. Between risking his life for the scraplet colony disguised as a protoform, participating in an untested spark jumpstart to save a life, coming up with a plan to rejuvenate Tailgate’s spark, and performing a spark transplant surgery on Megatron - without whom the world would never have been even a fraction as cruel to Whirl as it had been - Whirl is far from the most selfish character in the series. It’s in his nature, however, to deny such, to the point where he more than likely believes his own narrative that he’s irredeemable, self-absorbed, invincible, degenerate, and neither capable nor deserving of close interpersonal relationships. 

It’s also how we get here:

Whirl is one of the characters that we more frequently see in a state of disrepair. He fights passionately and recklessly, with no regard whatsoever to whether or not he makes it out of a scrum with all his limbs intact. Injuries like these, and those that he experiences elsewhere in the series, would put other mechs out of commission through pain alone, but as long as Whirl is conscious he doesn’t stop until the fight is over. 

As depressing as it is to think that Whirl is simply at this point accustomed to extraordinary pain, it’s even moreso to think about the more likely concept that he wants to be hurt. Whirl doesn’t have control of a lot that happens to him, but do you know what he does have control of? Who he chooses to shit-talk. More often than not we see Whirl being blatantly disrespectful of his superiors, and some of the more dangerous mechs aboard the LL. While obviously his intent when insulting Ultra Magnus isn’t to start a fight, harping on Drift (and subsequently getting cold clocked) or Cyclonus is a little more self-destructive in nature. 

While Whirl has been in therapy, we see during the encounter with Fort Max that he’d shared very little of what he actually considered traumatic with Rung. With no material to work with, Rung wouldn’t have been able to give Whirl instructions or advice as far as a healthy coping mechanism, and so I’m firmly of the belief that Whirl goes out of his way to get himself hurt as a way to have a vague sense of control. 

On his actions and guilt:

Whirl is immensely guilty. When he’s overcharged, he admits that everything feels like his fault - and unfortunately a lot is. Whirl believes he’s the bad guy, and he’s willing to take the fall for actions that others might find immoral. There’s a lot Whirl has done that he’ll likely never forgive himself for, even if he garnered the ability to start forgiving himself for the small things, but the character he’s created for himself has been part of him for so long that it’s near impossible to tell where to draw the line between caricature and his genuine self. 

At this point in time, Whirl is not capable of improving himself without external assistance. 

He has accepted (however wrongfully) that he is not cared about, trusted, wanted, or respected. 

His assumptions become self-fulfilling prophecy as he - consciously or not - works to perpetuate his image. Whirl is a dick, he’s unfazed by anything anyone says about him, if someone is insulting him they’re probably right, why bother arguing unless it’s with the intent to get in a fight? He doesn’t pay attention to others, he doesn’t pay attention to himself, nothing that anybody could say could possibly make a difference. 

Right? Right?

Wrong. Part of what makes Whirl so heart-wrenchingly tragic is that it is so incredibly clear that nobody has ever told him he mattered. Rodimus throws out what could be interpreted as a snide remark, “even the crazy bastard makes a difference,” and that aside sticks with him. Millions of years of warfare, of being a tool to use, an expendable soldier, a rabid dog to throw at their enemies, and not once did someone turn around and say he was anything good. He’s been thanked for saving lives, for contributions, for individual acts, but his reaction to Rodimus really cements in my mind that nobody has ever said that he, that Whirl, was important. 

Whirl is a broken character. He’s subsumed by his own self-hatred that he perpetuates and justifies with a mask of cruel indifference and aggressively abrasive snark. He’s alone, by what he thinks is his own choice but is really a horribly misguided attempt to keep himself safe. He’s got no potential for growth unless someone wants to force their way through his defenses in order to help him find the line between who he is and who he pretends to be in order to keep from being hurt. Whirl is terrified of abandonment, and guarantees that nobody will ever be able to leave him by never letting them come close to begin with. He’s not a good person, he’s violent and callous and has little regard for the consequences of his actions, but he is that way because of the life he was forced to lead. He falls into consistent patterns because he craves control, even if those patterns are self destructive. It’s proof of the little growth he was allowed during the course of MTMTE/LL that after their quest was over, he didn’t attempt suicide again but instead got into the revolving door of incarceration for petty offenses. 

All in all, Whirl is one of the saddest characters in any media I’ve consumed and please someone get this despicable bastard helicopter a new therapist and a stiff drink 

#maccadam #whirl #mtmte whirl #character analysis #transformers

[pastelgrungewrecker]

My Pride Goeth Before His Fall

Stand up high in the prow Noble barque I steer Steady course for the haven Hew many foe-men

{More fallout from this, mind the tags, warning for eye trauma.}

“What will you do, Whirl of Polyhex, if your son’s retaliations become more... severe? How will you feel? What will you say?”

Whirl swallowed the lump in his throat, feeling his better eye brimming with tears that dripped over the lid- dewdrops that tangled in his arctic lashes.

“I’ll tell my young’n I’m proud. I’ll tell my baby bluebird I’m so, so proud...”

The words spat in the face of victims will always be cruelest- they will always be demanding and vindictive, ordering them to be Bigger and Better than the Poor Lost Souls who Hurt Them But Not Really That Much.

It will always be wrong. But still, it will continue.

This was no different.

Quickdraw breathed deep and slow, eyes no longer able to blink doe-long lashes over flickers of summer sunshine; sunshine snuffed out by someone who’s life had been so dominated by old and outcast ideals that they took Judgement on someone they deemed unworthy solely by their birth. Their existence. 

Their family.

He answered questions with a voice level and cold and calculating to a fault- a voice that felt near robotic, digressing his pain and fear and suffering and choking down the feeling of being a spectacle...

They asked him to prove his cybernetic eyes were real, he did not cry as he held his eyelids wide and slid one free- as it was taken by a lawyer as a man in gold watched in burning horror.

He did not look at the cameras all around the courtroom. He did not look at his selected peer with his destroyed hand and rage-twisted scowl. He did not feed the vindication of his audience, he did not drink down their shame as he outlined the pain and cruelty he had lived so long through.

“I retaliated as any scared little brother would.”, he said quietly, “My sister had been shot, had been beaten. They were hurting my big sister like they wanted to hurt me for so long. I had to make it stop, in that moment. In that exact second, all I wanted was for them to stop. To let me help her. To let me try to keep my big sister with us.”

“And then?”

“And then, when my sister recovered, they wanted to hurt my little sisters. My little sisters who’d... never done anything to them. They held Chrona and sliced her cheek. They restrained Dani, and Kiki.”

“They sliced your sister’s cheek? So you knew the defendant had a knife?”

“Yes.”

“And still you aggravated them?”

“They gave me a choice, did he tell you that?”, asked Quickdraw, his circuitboard eyes drilling holes through the sleaze and grease coating the loaded question, “It was either they hurt my sisters... or me. I still remember what he said, exactly.”

“A-ah. And can you say for those present...?”

“You want us to let her GO? Alright, then we wanna make a deal. You won’t let us erase the Conspawn? You want us to leave your bastard sisters alone? Then you gotta pay up Quickdraw.”, he recited, “ You pay the piper and the kiddies go home free.”

“Is that so- can you back that up with evidence?”

“Yes, the security footage that was shown yesterday also includes audio, and he can be heard clearly saying it.”

A patronizing stare before the lawyer chuckled to himself, “I find that hard to believe-”

“Then play it.”

Silence.

Quickdraw’s eyebrows tilted down- just a degree, just enough, “If it is so hard to believe, then play it. I insist sir.”

Quickdraw watched the color rise in his oppositions face before they spat demands, as the judge pursed their lips and nodded. As the footage rolled and Quickdraw refused to flinch at the sounds of gravel and rattling fences.

You want us to let her GO...

The lawyer’s face darkened in anger. He stomped to the mockingbird cage of the stand and slammed his hands onto the wood, staring between Quickdraw’s unnerving eyes.

“Tell me, sir. Is it fun to watch?”, he asked in a hiss, a glimpse of Whirl’s manic sneer visible, “Does it make you all warm and tingly, watching them rip my face open after threatening the only people I’ll ever care about?”

“Witness dismissed.”

The judge nodded as Quickdraw rose and stepped away- His growing hair tied in a braid and swaying slowly in time like the serpent trying to tempt a Messiah.

Whirl watched, pain in his face as his chest clenched like a fist closed around each lung and twisted. When his name was called, summoning him to the stand his son had already haunted, he walked like he was set for the gallows.

He sat uncomfortably, frame and soul and grief too large for the box the law settled him in in this sideshow trial.

He listened to his sins read aloud, the sneer curling so many faces except the ones that mattered. He hung his head, his own braid overlong like the anchorchain of old ships in legends forgotten by everyone except those who sang the old songs.

He knew this tactic. He knew they wanted him angry and loud and brash and cruel. He knew they wanted to use his mistakes as the ink to sign away his son’s soul.

He felt the fire that always burned in his chest cavity snuff out, tendrils of smoke leaking up and up and out through his mouth to curl into words laced in the mist of tears cried at midnight into a bottle he hid between the headboard and the wall before Brainstorm woke up.

“What will you do, Whirl of Polyhex, if your son’s retaliations become more... severe? How will you feel? What will you say?”, asked the lawyer, pondscum clinging to the words.

Whirl swallowed the lump in his throat, feeling his better eye brimming with tears that dripped over the lid- dewdrops that tangled in his arctic lashes.

“I’ll tell my young’n I’m proud. I’ll tell my baby bluebird I’m so, so proud...”

“Pride, in violence?”

“He’s... He’s been through hell, my poor li’l dino nugget.”, said Whirl, choking on his words and unable to blink away traitorous tears, “He’s seen... He’s seen too damn much. Too much I couldn’t save him from and my GOD did I try to save him...”

The lawyer faltered, seeing the liquid stardust running down both of Whirl’s cheeks now.

“He’s seen all his parents fall the hell apart- and thank God we had Frogyy, I mean. Mimi. She kept alla us goin’, kept my babies safe during that mutiny on the Lost Light.”

Those present shifted uncomfortably.

“And then we made it here- and it was s’posed to be safe, sir.”

The lawyer flinched, the judge leaned to the side to gently rest a hand on Whirl’s shoulder.

“Take a deep breath, Mister Whirl- I understand this is hard to talk of. Take your time.”

A shaking breath, “I was a fuckin’ Wrecker- cream o’the crop and all. I had killcounts and I had mission successes and I had downright MURDER under my belt and I... I helped make. I helped make Quickdraw. QD. My li’l bluebird- me ‘n my honeybee made that! And Quickdraw is...”

Whirl wiped his face with a metal hand, “Quickdraw is ev’rything I thought I fuckin’ lost, back when they took my hands... my eye.”

He looked to the lawyer, “And then someboys decided that my li’l bluebird’s wings had to be clipped. They took his eyes cause his big sister’s Papa was a Con once upon a time. Cause her daddy suffered and burned down and built back up and she used that strength to stand tall and help her siblings do that too.”

The lawyer’s face was mottled with anger and fear.

“And you’re gonna stand here, in front’f your God and your Country and your HONOR... And ask me what I’m gonna tell him when he grows into his talons and defends the nest? I’m gonna tell him I’m proud, sir. I’m gonna look at him and tell him I’m proud that he stayed soft an’ loving in all the ways I couldn’t. And I’m gonna tell him I’m proud that he knows when to fly away and call the flock and I’m proud he knows when to stand and flare his claws and fight back.”

“Don’t you-”

“Counsel, I think that is quite enough.”, said the judge flatly, “So far, the past three days have been nothing but you desperately trying to say that a boy, when faced with violence, was wrong in defending himself and you should be ASHAMED of your behavior in this court!”

The silence was heavy and thick.

“You have proven nothing except, time and time again, that the attack on this family was mindless vigilante cruelty! There is no justification for these actions and all present know it. This... constant tearing of stitches is now over, Counsel, and the jury will now be dismissed to decide the outcome.”

The slam of a gavel, the rustle of people rising to their feet.

Whirl’s head hung down, words and images swimming round and round like dying minnows in polluted lakes before someone reached in to hold his steel hands tight.

He raised his head, expecting Brainstorm or Perceptor or even Ratchet or Cyclonus.

Xaaron looked down at him, tattoos on his chin warping from the way his lips trembled.

“I... I am sorry, Whirl.”, he whispered, “I am sorry for my assumptions- about you, about the family, about everyone. I... I simply did not understand. I did not try.”

Whirl blinked, slowly.

“I can see, now, that my... my grandson, your. Your bluebird. Is a survivor. As his parents are, as. As I once was. I spent so long in misery that I forgot that it loves company- but often mistakes it for competition. You have born much, and you have fought to never let it touch him, and something in you has broken from this.”

“I tried to keep my fam’ly safe, Mister Xaaron. And I fucked it up.”

“No. No you did not. You did all that you could, with all that you had- when those who could have helped turned their back upon you.”

Whirl rose from his seat, his prosthetic hand and Xaaron’s clenched together in some kind of unity, of steadying.

He stepped down from the stand for Xaaron to stand in front of him, and bow his own head.

“I am sorry for letting my own foolishness compound this family’s grief, and pain. But I want, more than anything, to make amends.”

Whirl swallowed, another lump in his throat made of baby’s breath and grave lilies as he felt Brainstorm seem to appear at his side.

“Then come visit.”, said the scientist quietly, “Come visit, get to know them, us. Without all... this interrogation. Come learn who Quickdraw is, aside from our names and the kid’s pain. Please.”

Xaaron’s head rose, and he nodded, “I will. Once the verdict is delivered, when you all go home I.. I will come and. And visit.”

Mimi stood by Quickdraw, watching the trio converse. Mimi’s arm went around her taller but younger brother’s birdcage ribs, and she hugged him gently.

“It’s gonna be alright, pigeon.”

“Why d’you always call me pigeon?”, he huffed.

“Cause you’re actually a dove, Quickdraw, you just don’t recognize it yet.”

#pastelwrites #humanformers #fankids #crim is going to Destwoy Me UwU #mentions of eye trauma #cybernetic prosthetic fuckery

[thanksjro]

Dark Cybertron Chapter 2: Going from Zero to Antichrist Real Quick

Bumblebee and his camp buddies are trying to figure out what to do with the Titan who just popped out of the ground like a prairie dog, as the sky looks like a Lisa Frank notebook thanks to the portal to the Dead Universe. It’s honestly very nice, we should should get more pretty apocalypses like this.

Bumblebee starts throwing out orders at everyone, much to Slag’s chagrin. When Slag brings up the point that they probably can’t do much of anything to a guy roughly a hundred times bigger than they are, Bumblebee tells him to shut up and do as he’s told.

Yeah, I had about the same reaction, Slag.

So the Dinobots do their thing. Swoop, who I think is the only guy here who can fly, goes up to see what the Titan’s doing. It’s not much, other than looking really upset. Oh no, what if he’s afraid of heights? Poor guy.

Even if the Titan isn’t moving, the mere presence of the thing is jamming signals, which is kind of an issue. Ironhide’s ready to shoot it in the foot, and Arcee will help, because she’s a team player now. Bumblebee has a minor crisis over whether this is the same Titan that told Starscream he was a prophesied son of a gun, but Prowl doesn’t seem to think that it is.

Prowl, who has been suffering from short-term memory lapses over the last several months or so because a bug-man was controlling his mind.

Yeah, let’s maybe take his opinion on the matter with a grain of salt, even if he is right.

Over at the Lost Light, Orion Pax is visiting Brainstorm’s workshop, where everyone’s favorite science man is admitting to having studied the Dead Universe’s effects on the living and interviewing people who had been to the area.

Man, I sure hope that guy signed a waiver, otherwise Brainstorm’s going to be in a spot of trouble.

Then we get a quick rundown of what the Dead Universe is: an omnicognizant parallel universe that functions on fundamental principles that differ from our own and wants you to die. So, obviously not a place you would want to go to. Still, we gotta, because that’s where the plot is the Dead Universe is gonna vore Cybertron if we don’t.

Brainstorm agrees to cook something up to make the trip through the Gorlam Prime portal easier.

Back on Cybertron, the Titan looms in the distance as we check in on an oddly pristine-looking Iacon. Rattrap tells Starscream to come out of the closet, because the Titan still hasn’t moved and doesn’t seem like it’s going to anytime soon. Starscream does come out, but it’s with his arms full of weapons of Autobot design that he appropriated from the ruins of Kimia, because he doesn’t trust that Titan to not start some shit. Rattrap suggests that they maybe get a second opinion before they start murdering people for standing in a barren field.

Back on the Lost Light, there’s a little shindig going down at Swerve’s, everyone staring down the table where Optimus, Rodimus, and Ultra Magnus are seated. Swerve takes the opportunity to do what everyone else is probably really wanting to, and snaps a few photos of them for his scrapbook. As soon as he’s done, we get to the Emotions portion of our issue.

Rodimus is letting himself be vulnerable in front of the man he idolizes, and I think that’s very brave of him.

Nobody’s feeling super great about the situation they’ve been presented with, but there isn’t a lot that can be done about it now. Just gotta work with what they got. Rodimus asks Optimus how he feels about Starscream being elected leader of Cybertron.

But I thought that freedom was the right of all sentient beings? You know, like the freedom of choice in our government officials, even if they aren’t the best option we could possibly have, because at least they’re better than the guy who had bombs planted in people’s heads for crowd control purposes? Are you saying that it only counted when the concept of freedom could be manipulated so you could go kick Megatron’s ass, and that actual freedom of choice doesn’t jive with your personal sensibilities as much as you’d like everyone to think it does? No wonder you’re going to try to overthrow the entire Earth’s government system to get humanity annexed into Cybertron’s bullshit in a few years’ time.

But perhaps this Starscream thing is actually the work of Megatron! What will Orion do then?

…I mean, do I even have to say it?

ORION, THAT’S GAY.

And I thought we’d already figured out what to do with Megatron back in “Chaos Theory”, where you spent three issues waffling on the subject until the man himself told you to execute him, because even he was sick of your crisis of self. The only reason you didn’t get to act on it was because Megatron disappeared after Vector Sigma blew up and then you fucked off into space without even bothering to check if he was actually dead.

But enough of Orion promising to kill/kiss Megatron, it’s time to see what Brainstorm’s cooked up. It’s not much, but to be fair, he’s only had a few hours to pull something together- our ship’s genius has made a few forcefield generators, using nothing more than some forcefield generators and juice he squeezed out of a bug. Science truly is amazing.

And I bet Trailcutter hates this invention too, for multiple reasons this time!

Cyclonus, who is looking especially purple today, agrees to join the excursion to the Dead Universe, even though it’s pretty clear he really, really doesn’t want to. Hardhead seems in better spirits than our resident space jet, though maybe that’s just bravado macho-man bullshitting on his part.

With our team put together, it’s time to jump out of the spaceship and into a place that quite literally wants them dead. But first Rodimus has a little chat with Ultra Magnus about his feelings. A lot of sharing this issue.

Magnus doesn’t feel fit to be in charge while Rodimus goes off to save the day and maybe die, because he doesn’t have that special something that makes a leader a leader. Charisma? The ability to think on your feet? The ability to see people as people and not numbers? Not having people know you’re actually a much smaller man running around in an Ultra Magnus suit? Whatever it is, Rodimus seems to think that it’s trumped by a mysterious something in his hand, and that Magnus will do just fine.

While Team -Imus goes into the murder reality, Magnus and the Lost Light will be going off to find Jhiaxus, because they need something to do while our protagonist and his absentee father go on their own adventure.

Back on Cybertron, Starscream’s visiting prison, and wants to talk to a very good boy without the guards overhearing. Jazz makes a very vague threat about what will happen if any harm comes to the prisoner, then steps away.

Let’s talk about how to sell toys for a second.

This issue of “Dark Cybertron” had a cover featuring Scoop, the very good boy I’ve mentioned before, because it was paired off with his Generations toy. We know from reading RID that Scoop is the leader of a group called the Construction Patrol, and he likes to help simply for the sake of helping. Sounds like a nice, if generic, character. How is this issue going to introduce people to him? Will he bust out of prison to save the day? Fight evil through heroic sacrifice? Do anything besides talk?

No, he’s going to tell Starscream he’s a herald of death that was foretold in the robot bible.

Yeah, that’ll move some fucking product!

This isn’t even the most batshit thing Scoop’s going to pull in this event, but it is what they decided to put in the issue that “features” him.

Over with Shockwave, we’re treated to some renewed friendships, as Nova Prime and Galvatron reveal that they don’t hate each other after all, but have a mutual respect based in subjugating those weaker than them.

I’m guessing this is a contrast to their previous relationship dynamic in older publications, but I’m not going back to comb through the likes of Heart of Darkness to check, because it really doesn’t matter.

There’s a bit of a snag in Shockwave’s plan to bring Galvatron and Nova Prime back to the Not-Dead Universe, as the space bridge in the Titan burnt up when it got there. Gee, that sucks. I guess all those “Prelude” issues about getting the Titan from Gorlam Prime were sort of a waste of time, weren’t they? Love it when I’m told I wasted my time reading motherfucking Ramondelli issues.

Speaking of Ramondelli, it’s Dead Universe time.

Sigh. Hello, public domain pictures of space on the overlay layer option in Photoshop. It’s nice to see you.

No, it isn’t. I lied.

I’m sorry, public domain pictures of space on the overlay layer option in Photoshop, this isn’t your fault.

So we’re here in the Dead Universe, and it’s looking pretty wild and crazy, though the characters are likely thinking this for a completely different reason than we are as readers. It turns out, the Dead Universe… is dying.

…MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM THAT’S SOME GOOD WRITIN’ RIGHT THERE

Also, Cyclonus has disappeared, not that anyone actually gives a shit, because they’re too busy dealing with the giant space leeches that just showed the hell up. Dang, why’s that happening?

…That only happens as a form of population control, or if the young in question are sickly and have a low chance of survival, not just because the mama rabbit got a bit peckish between lunch and dinner, you stupid fucking robot.

Half of this writing team won awards a couple years after this was published, I want you to remember that.

They fight the cyberwraiths for a bit, things look like they’re getting dicey, then suddenly they fuck off as Cyclonus shows up, probably fresh off the end of a goddamned panic attack because he’s back in the Dead Universe. Then he proceeds to vomit up some black energon. That’s a fun thing, glad you made me look at that.

Rodimus is concerned that one of their team members has got the Hollywood Tuberculosis cough, but Cyclonus doesn’t want his fucking pity. The fellas decide it’s time to get a move on, seeing as they’ve been here a grand total of 20 seconds and been attacked, so they need to get this over with ASAP.

As Team -Imus flies off in a ship I don’t remember them bringing along, someone decides that they’re going to stick their finger in that puddle of vomit.

Nightbeat you fucking idiot, there aren’t any sinks in the Dead Universe! Now your hand’s gonna be all gross for the entirety of this event! He’s not even analyzing it, it’s just on his hand! Why is Nightbeat having zero concept of personal hygiene a running theme in the things I read? Fuck!

You may be wondering what Nightbeat’s doing in the Dead Universe, or even where he’s been for a good chunk of IDW. We’ve seen him in flashbacks from before the war, but not during or after, least not within anything I’ve covered. So, what’s be been up to?

Fuck you, you’ll have to wait for a later issue to be told what Phase One bullshit you’ll have had to read to understand why this dumbass is here.

Back on Cybertron, Prowl is telling Bumblebee that he sucks because he’s not acting. I’m not exactly sure what he expects Bumblebee to do about the Titan who’s just standing there. It’s not like issuing a loitering ticket is going to do anything. Then the Decepticons attack them, among their ranks being the scariest fucking Ravage I’ve ever seen.

Why do you look like that? Rojo’s supposed to have the cutesy style on this team, why the fuck did he turn the kitty cat into one of the terror dogs from Ghostbusters? 

Anyway, that’s the end of the issue. Sure hope you’re invested enough in trying to figure out what the fuck Nightbeat’s deal is to snag Robots in Disguise #23.

#transformers #jro #dark cybertron #issue 2 #mtmte #issue 23 #maccadam #Hannzreads #text post #long post #comic script writing

[brotherdusk]

transformers for 1?

thank you rowan!! <3

Favourite character: this is so hard but I think ratchet reliably brings me the most joy across all continuities

Least Favourite character: tarn is so relentlessly cruel and the djd stuff is so grimdark that I don’t get any enjoyment from reading or thinking about him

5 Favourite ships (canon or non-canon): in no particular order: minimegs, lug/anode, nightbeat/rung, magnus/swerve, simpatico

Character I find most attractive: sh. shockw. shockwave Big Pruple. P. Purp (I don’t even have an explanation for this I just see him and I go a little feral)

Character I would marry: metroplex because my god he deserves love. what a sweetheart. I care him

Character I would be best friends with: minimus and I would understand each other. I would appreciate his well-maintained spreadsheets and we could commiserate about being tiny together

a random thought: I’m genuinely really excited for the netflix show despite fandom elders and most tf pundits grumbling about it after seeing one teaser? maybe I’m just a fandom baby and every piece of fresh content is still new and exciting to me. there seem to be a couple of new twists on the old story and the way they textured the models is gorgeously stylised. even if the story is a bit shit I’m gonna watch the whole thing for the texture work

An unpopular opinion: the djd - pet dynamic isn’t cute or quirky?? do people forget that that’s A Real Person trapped and suffering in there? stop it I had to blacklist the pet on twitter because people can’t control themselves

My Canon OTP: cygate. I dare you to read the way cyclonus talks to/about tailgate in later issues and not cry because I can’t! I remember full-on sobbing in my bed when they reunited and hugged on mederi

My Non-canon OTP: nightbeat/rung because their friendship was SO sweet and they deserve better... rung balances out nightbeat’s tendency to (fatally) run at mysterious things headfirst and nightbeat genuinely cares for rung and takes the time to figure him out when most dismiss him

Most Badass Character: kup!! go grandpa holy shit. honourable mentions to wheeljack for being wheeljack, astrotrain for being a ROBOT STEAM TRAIN in SPACE and g1 unicron for orson welles’ voice acting

Most Epic Villain: I REALLY wish froid and sunder got more chances to shine because they were so disturbing and terrifying and their designs are so good! I wish there was more of them in the mutineers arc because the little we did get was so much fun. getaway being disturbed by sunder’s serial killer speeches and being taunted about his limitations by froid could have led to some really interesting exchanges if jro had had the time to explore it. in this essay I will

Pairing I am not a fan of: rung x any of his long-term vulnerable patients like skids, red alert, fort max etc. it doesn’t get me angry the way the fandom treatment of the pet does but I simply Do Not See how people manage to see those relationship dynamics in a romantic context and idk why it’s so popular or at least used to be

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): rodimus in the "bad end" of lost light didn't sit right with me for reasons that others have articulated better than me. the idea of him doing mundane things and being so discontented with it just hit a sour note like... growing up and maturing means learning to accept being terminally bored and unhappy? what? the tone of the "bad end" had multiple problems but rodimus' were most egregious I think and it lowkey hinders my enjoyment of the “good end”

Favourite Friendship: minimus and ten are almost unbearably wholesome... I hope minimus kept the miniatures ten made of him when the quest was done

Character I most identify with: rung, unfortunately. I’m comically wimpy, need glasses and would rather eat candy and construct (digital) models than admit I have ever had a problem in my entire life

Character I wish I could be: g1 ratchet (especially from what I’ve seen of the 80s comics) is just so gung-ho and delights in being snarky and doing silly shit and inventing dinosaurs all day? so Him

send me a fandom/character/ship and I’ll answer these questions

#long post #ask games #praesaepe #tf

[mekklord]

The whole James Roberts/Megatron controversy is wayyy overblown and people are treating James Roberts like he’s writing Megatron as if he never did anything wrong but let’s not forget the following points:

1- Megatron acknowledged his wrongs and accepted to be trialed until he let his pride take over and decided to have the Knights of Cybertron judge him so he could be remembered as the guy who found them rather than the guy who started a four million years-long war. His position was never “I’m sorry, forgive me now” but “I’m sorry and I’m going to be judged fairly and accordingly”. Which, given what we now of the Autobots’ war crimes themselves, is only just.

2- Nobody really forgives Megatron anyhow, for what it’s worth. Even characters like Ultra Magnus or Rodimus who grow closer to him still argue that there is no way they will let him avoid his trial. And they are not portrayed negatively for that, but rather for their handling of the issue, with Rodimus’ concerns over the situation relating more to the Lost Light mutiny and his own hatred of Getaway.

3- Speaking of Getaway! Getaway is undeniably a jerk. Literally built in the middle of a battle, so tough circumstances, but still a jerk. I mean, the guy worked under PROWL. Trying to get Tailgate killed so he could incriminate Megatron doesn’t help either. But Getaway didn’t just evict people who liked Megatron. Because nobody really “likes” Megatron. Getaway asked every single crewmember two questions: “do you think Megatron deserves a second chance?” and “what would you do if someone staged a coup?”, not “is Megatron pure and perfect and flawless?” and there are fundamental differences there. Let’s make a character-by-character analysis of why they might have been ousted: - Rodimus has been growing fonder of Megatron due to their time spent together relating on things such as finding Thunderclash overhyped. Rodimus has also been the key target of Getaway’s mutiny, who deems him a terrible captain, so it’s likely he wasn’t even asked the questions to begin with. - Ultra Magnus loves justice. Ultra Magnus probably wouldn’t like mutiny, nor would he like people going out of their way to murder Megatron. - Whirl hates Megatron. Whirl also had differences with Getaway and Atomizer, ultimately ruining their plans. - Nightbeat and Chromedome have probably somewhat neutral opinions on Megatron, having spent too little time socializing with anyone during the war (or having forgotten about it) to really be affected by the loss of loved ones, an dare probably loyal enough to Rodimus to be uneasy about a coup. - Skids lost his memories. His own character arc is that he’s trying to rebuild himself from the ground up, starting from scratch. It’s not too much of a stretch to consider that he might think the same could be possible for Megatron. Let’s not forget that Skids was the one who chewed Megatron out on his hypocrisy, which actually moved the former Decepticon leader. - Nautica and Velocity have never been part of the War and may have only vaguely heard about it, period. Similarly, Cyclonus seems to have a vision of the war that is mostly neutral but biased enough to convince Tailgate to become a Decepticon at first until he’s injected with anti-Decepticon propaganda by Rewind. - Rewind and Brainstorm attempted to murder Megatron and may still carry some guilt over it. Tailgate might have similar feelings over his own attempt at “brainwashing” Megatron, and is still very upset at Getaway. - Rung, in his own words, has “learned to forgive anything”. Rung’s professionalism also meant that he had to look and study Megatron from an unbiased point of view, and his generally mellowed-out personality would be the reason behind his refusal to partake in any mutiny. - I don’t think I need to explain why Ravage was evicted as well. The people who have been pushed out haven’t been pushed out for being fans of Megatron, because (minus Ravage) they aren’t. Which brings me to my next point:

4- The people who mutinied aren’t being portrayed as assholes either. A lot of the characters presented in the spread have valid reasons to want to get rid of Megatron, including but not limited to: - Perceptor, who had been grievously wounded by Turmoil’s crew, was part of the Wreckers for a while, and was also recently on the receiving end of Megatron’s anger, going as far as calling him out on it. - Blaster, who had been a primary assassination target for Decepticons, going as far as mind-controlling Beachcomber to do the job. - Mainframe, who had a recent run-in with the D.J.D. that led to one of their friends, Trailcutter, dying in a particularly gruesome way. - Hoist, who was friends with Trailcutter. And not to mention a large portion of the crew was already somewhat upset at Rodimus after the Overlord incident (many of which were seriously injured at Overlord’s hands), with opinions continuing to decline as more incidents happened. My point is: no one is purely presented as an asshole for wanting Megatron and/or Rodimus out. 5- Terminus is also brought up by Roberts’ “attackers” as an argument, but let’s not forget that Terminus is: a) someone who skipped the war entirely; b) someone who probably wasn’t told the extend of Megatron’s or the Decepticons’ atrocities during the war; c) someone who believes (believed?) that violence was necessary to push for social change. Terminus’ appraisal of Megatron, the young idealistic and kind miner he took under his wing and who became a powerful and respected leader, makes a lot of sense without being a flawless defence of Megatron: he does argue with Megatron about staying in the Functionnist Universe rather than facing his trial, and may have possibly sabotaged Megatron in order to make him stay where he (Terminus) considered that Megatron would be most useful. The problem with the whole “Terminus is 100% praising Megatron” argument is that it’s only really problematic if Terminus is presented as a saint. But he isn’t. 6- People who have “criticized” Roberts’ writing may believe that they are justified but they... aren’t. There seems to be an unhealthy focus on Megatron’s “abusive” tendencies due to his relationship with Starscream, and some of them are even going as far as to portray Starscream as an “abuse victim” first and foremost as if Starscream wasn’t a sneaky scheming egomaniac to begin with. Roberts’ reactions, though unprofessional, are also somewhat justified in the sense where attacks against him and his writing have been really far-fetched and unnecessarily aggressive to the point where they were more alienating than constructive. Which is a recurring problem on this website. I feel like the real issue is that people tackled on this issue as if it were a simple black vs white matter when it’s much more nuanced. Yes, Megatron has way too much time in the spotlight because of Roberts and season 2 of MTMTE somewhat suffered because of it. No, Megatron’s character arc isn’t just a simple redemption arc: it’s so much more than that, because Megatron is so much more than that. Nobody simply pretends like Megatron suddenly joining the Autobots is acceptable, and everyone from Rodimus to Tarn has valid reasons to be at least upset about it. The real issue, however, is how people started making Roberts’ writing about them rather than about the comic-book space opera it is and how they chose to focus on aspects that they could somewhat relate to rather than take a glance at the bigger picture.

This isn’t about you. This isn’t about your abuse beings wept away. This isn’t about a tyrant getting off scot-free, because he doesn’t. I hate to sound so condescending because it will give people an excuse to ignore my arguments, but grow up.

#transformers #lost light #mtmte #more than meets the eye #james roberts #megatron #oh boy i'm gonna get crucified for this #but hey i'm tired of seeing all these aggressive posts against roberts #stuff's not just all black or white and anyone treating it like it is is stupid imo #but hey feel free to debate me #as long as you don't lose your shit #also let's be clear on this #james roberts' writing has some flaws #but people are reading wayyyy too much into this #or maybe not enough?

[ivorytowerblr]

Site Write Feb ‘17: Entry 27

Fandom: Transformers Prompt: 27th: Have your character write their own eulogy. Summary: The final words of Optimus Prime, describing events perhaps not entirely familiar to listeners.

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Greetings to you all. It’s likely you know who I am, but should you not, I will tell you now:

My name is Optimus Prime, and I am -- or rather, was -- leader of the Autobots, and the last of the Primes. Once, I was an Enforcer by the name of Orion Pax. I did my duty and I had many friends. I lived a simple life and I was happy to serve my function.

Still, I saw what was around me and I wondered. I wondered what it would be like to be greater than I was, to visit others. I wondered what it would be like to have a permanent relationship with a loving partner. I wondered what it would be like to be a Caretaker, and have a Sparkling of my very own.

I did not wonder what it was like to be a Prime, because there had only ever been two. Zeta and Sentinel, powerful and permanent. The tales of Malleus were old when I was young, and I was grateful that I had not been born into an age of darkness.

I was foolish, naive. I ignored what was in front of me for a long time, but not long enough.

A friend revealed a terrible truth, a friend that has passed into the All-Spark before I have, and it was from that event, that re-Ignition of my Spark that I became the next Prime, the third to be born into the Age of Twin Suns. Out of not precisely fear, but caution, I fled. I traveled to Kaon to find one who might help me.

You will all recall who I found, and perhaps, this is a memorial for as much his memory as mine. After all, no one will remember him quite as I did. I remember when he was noble. When he cared for the plight of those who suffered. When he… believed. I contributed to his failure in belief, I believe, and that saddens me, even as I record this.

I will spare you the details of the war, but I remember little things. I remember meeting Sunbeam. Her smile, the beauty of her finish. The veils she wore, claimed as she was by Sentinel. I remember her anger most of all. Anger at the Primes, anger at injustice. Anger at a system gone wrong, expressed through artwork and the flick of digits. I remember how she took her energon -- warm, with cobalt flakes.

I remember the day Sunbeam lost her smile and her sheen, and perhaps it was my fault too.

I remember meeting Ultra Magnus for the first time. I remember thinking him terribly stern, but he possessed a sense of honour and a desire for justice that none have matched since that day. I remember the gentleness he had for those who were very small, or very fragile. I remember  that he rescued a disgraced senator for no other reason than his own nobility.

I remember the Joining ceremony that he and Pharma had, as elaborate as any state event, simply because of how many loved them. I was there, and it made me happy, even though I was  never to have one of my own.

I remember the youngest ones, the littlest. I remember the day he returned to us, exchanging the Decepticon identity of Deadlock for the Autobot, Drift. I remember Tailgate and Cyclonus, so very different but so very much in love. I remember so very many.

I remember Hot Rod.

I remember countless years of pain and suffering, and doing all I could to stop it, but never quite managing. I remember locking myself away to consider strategy and watch the ebb and flow of  battle like the tides on an organic planet.

I remember Earth, and the way the war was finally won.

As I think on my own death, my own mortality, I want to say this: I am sorry. I am sorry that the war took so long. I am sorry that it hurt so many, that we lost so much. That Cybertron was shattered and so slowly rebuilt. I am sorry that the Decepticon message was lost amid so much pain and suffering. I am sorry that the Autobots stood more for the Prime than they did for what was good and right.

I am sorry to be leaving you, my dear, beloved friends. My family. My home.

Some might wonder, what has happened to the Matrix? Will it emerge? Will it choose another?

The simple answer is, no. The Matrix is empty, its use done. I will never again allow it to be used. Your destiny is up to you, and while I have said much today, let these be the last words of mine you hear: goodbye, and good luck.

End

#transformers #fanfiction #site write #entry 27 #optimus prime #do i tag this for character death? #it's a eulogy after all

[thecrewnbeeteam]

Total Takeover...

“We can’t allow her to do this… She’ll destroy everything we have worked towards.” Piper looked over her team, an extreme amount of concern in her optics. She had called together a specialized group to assist her on her new mission; stop Rose from trying to take over the High Council. Pacing back and forth, her servos behind her back, any and every idea came racing through her processor. In which she shot down mentally, knowing well that it would fail.

“Well, now that Linx is out of the picture we have to take care of that kid of hers. I still have no idea how they brought her back,” Speaking softly, Greenbelt watched as Piper paced back and forth across the room.

“Energy transfer, it’s a mad mans work. Most likely SciFi, but as far as I can remember she was in cahoots with the Wreckers still,” responded Piper as she stopped for a moment. Looking back at Greenbelt, she saw the femme tense up and look away. “Right?” “Well about the Wreckers… We kinda all took a break. Met had gotten seriously injured and would be in the infirmary for a few weeks so we all decided to take a vacation. And well… I guess she got hired on in the Blacklist team.”

Sighing softly, she rubbed her forehelm, a massive processor ache taking over. She took a moment to gather her composure before looking back at her team.

“We have to go to Cybertron…”

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“Piper you are insane! We can’t go back there! They’d throw us all in prison for even being on our home grounds. And to make matters worse, the last time you talked to Cyclonus you shot him down romance wise. So you aren’t exactly on his “teamie” list.”

“I know the situation isn’t ideal Aayliah, but we can’t let Rose do this. And you know the High Council will let her take over with no problem seeing how she is Linx’s offspring.” “Uhm, hi mom I’m your offspring and they almost offered me the position. They’ll bring in anyone they know will and cause a good amount of damage to anyone who opposes them,” responded Abby to her mother’s comment.

“But you were made by their top scientists. They knew they had power over you 4 at that point in time. Until you found me Abby, then I got all of you out of there.” “Your mom has a point Abs. But even so, let’s say they do give power to Rose. What the hell is she gonna do? Cyclonus will put a major restraint on her, which will only piss her off and send her to do what Rose does best. Hunt.” “Greenbelt… We can’t play the let’s say game. We have to play it safe. Now we have to do this, and I will do my best to protect all of you. You have my word,” Piper looked over her whole team with a motherly stance, uttering those last few words softly.

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“Alright roll call… Greenbelt?” “Here boss.” “Cross? Blindside? Highway?” “We’re all here bossbot,” responded Blindside.

“Greycat? Aayliah? Kai?” “Aye! We are all present,” spouted Aayliah cheerily.

“Goldenclaw? And finally Reverb?” “We’re both present Piper,” Goldenclaw spoke softly as she watched Abby rush up to her mother in a fit. “What the hell mom? Why aren’t we on the roster? We’re always by your side!” “Which is why I can’t bring you or your brothers Abby… If anything happened to you or your brothers, I would never be able to forgive myself.” Piper watched her daughters expression soften, a more understanding look took over her faceplate as she slowly lowered her helm. Gently lifting her helm up, she softly kissed her daughter’s forehelm.

“What if you don’t come back home? If you don’t make it back to Earth, we will come for you mom…” “No you won’t, if I don’t make it back… I want you to take over until you can go through proper procedure.” It killed Piper to see tears running down her daughter’s faceplate, but all she could simply do is wipe them away and give her a goodbye hug. Placing something in Abby’s servo, she made a signal for everyone to load up and head out. Before Abby could protest what Piper put in her servo, the team was gone in an instant. ______________________________________________________________________________

“Well, well, well. If it’s not the Bee team, and what does the High Council owe to thee?” “Why are you all doing this? Taking over Cybertron… Trying to take over Earth?” Bumblebee watched Cyclonus slowly walk towards his captured team, which unfortunately included the decepticon Steeljaw. Before Cyclonus could answer, he head the rushed footsteps of other intruders. Turning he saw his former companion Piper storming in, relief sweeping over him as he glanced at Steeljaw. “Thank the allspark she’s here,” spoke Steeljaw in a whisper. “Cyclonus, where is she? I know she is here,” Piper walked up to him in a hurry, fury burning bright in her optics as her team put every High Council member on lockdown. “Why… I’m right here my lovely,” Rose sashayed her way into Piper’s view with a venomous smirk on her faceplate. As Rose made her appearance so did her gang. Piper’s team quickly finding weapons to the heads and in their faces. “I must say Piper, your timing is impeccable. I didn’t expect you here until… Oh a few hours later than this.” Her faceplate dark, she watched Rose weave her way through all the bodies that took up the chamber they were in, “What can I say, I hear about dangerous criminals I have to get involved.” A laugh erupted from Rose as she was behind Piper in a blink of an optic. She watched Piper keep her composure and made sure she had an optic on her at all times. Slowly spinning her way in front of her, her tail gently grazed up her side. “I have waited too long for this day… To repay you for ending my life. To take over what is rightfully mine. To make everyone suffer for all the ridiculous shit we have been put through.” “Rose, why are you so hellbent on this take over? Over taking my life? You brought this upon yourself when you tried to take over Earth before. You knew I couldn’t let you take over Earth, and I can’t let you do this now.” “Oh my dear Piper, I don’t want to kill you… I’m going to own you,” Rose responded with a harsh and snarky tone.

Greenbelt laughed at Rose’s response before looking at her over her shoulder, “Baby get in line, a lot of people wanna own that ass.” “True, but I’m not like others. Piper and I have a… deep history,” Rose appeared behind Piper and rested her servos on her shoulders, smirking seductively. “Don’t we my little lovebug?” Piper looked away as she clenched her fists, “You know what we had was never going to work, especially when you went crazy over taking over the universe.” Rose’s tail wrapped around Piper’s frame and managed to make her spin to look at the taller femme, “Oh but it could have Piper! If you had just seen it my way instead of having to be the god damn hero, it would have been beautiful! A wonderful ceremony would have been held like we had always wanted.” “You’re insane Rose…” “Merely imaginative Pipes,” she spoke softly her faceplate inches from the other femmes. A deadly smile took over her lips as a stinger appeared from the end of her tail, landing it right in the soft part of Piper’s thighs she injected a knockout serum into her system. Laughing as she caught the quickly unconscious femme with one arm. “Stick all of them in cells… We have work to do.” ______________________________________________________________________________

Upon waking up, Piper looked around to see her small operations team and Bumblebee’s team in cells. In a lot of confusion she attempted to stand up, but was stopped short. Seeing what was keeping her from fully standing, her servo’s were wrapped up in a metal that kept her from using her spark energy to blast her way out. A massive chain was attached to it and connected the the floor, only long enough for her to stand in a crouched position. Knowing there was no way out of it, she knelt back down and stared at the floor. “You okay bossbot? You seem a bit shaken up by the fact Rose isn’t looking to cause you any damage,” Greenbelt watched her leader, a bit concerned. “Piper, how is it that you and Rose had that much of a… intimate relationship. I just thought you two were best friends,” Bumblebee watched Piper with intensity in his optics. “We were at first, we were inseparable. Anything that needed done, we did together. Then things just got… I guess you can say out of hand. It started off with Greenbelt and I, we experimented together and then Rose got curious herself. Green and I cut it off and Rose took up Greenbelt’s place. And what was suppose to be only experimental turned into something serious. We needed each other, especially when Linx and Cross took their leave and left her in charge. She was stressed all the time, and was constantly running to me.” “She…she was stressed when we left? We did our best to avoid that from happening to her,” Cross spoke softly as she looked away. “Cross, stress will always find its way to a leader. But Rose… Rose wasn’t prepared to handle it, so she handled it the only way she knew how to. Turn it toxic. When she ran to me we’d would always fight to figure out a way to resolve it, but it’d end up in a love making session. And she’d go back and only cause more damage and more stress. Finally she snapped, and I couldn’t let her get away with anymore damage to the Crew. Linx wouldn’t help us, and Rose was on a path to destruction. So I killed her.” “And now the crazy bitch is back and thirsty for power. Like Steeljaw! How funny,” Aayliah smirked and looked over at the con that was pacing around in the cell the other team was held in.

“But why does she want you alive? No offense bossbot, but you killed her. Like when you killed her, you had no mercy on her. You’d think she’d want to repay the favor…” Greenbelt looked at Piper with an optic ridge raised high. “The only logical explanation is she’s still holding onto the hope that things will be like it is in her imagination. Us being an unstoppable force, her ruling the universe, and taking what is supposedly “hers”. But she needs a reality check, a major one…” “I know exactly how to give her a wake up call,” Steeljaw responded with a husky tone before making his way to the front of the cell to see Piper more clearly.

“Pht, you? What is it wolfbot, you and Piper kiss in front of her and confess your love for each other? Cause that’s so lame if that’s the case,” Aayliah made a yawning motion as she smirked at the con. “No smartass, Piper and Bumblebee have to act a little bit. I have noticed something about Rose when she’s even in his presence, she is all over Piper. And I believe it has something to do with the fact that Piper and Bumblebee had a small relationship. So she’s going to get defensive and enraged. And the madder she is, the more vulnerable she will be.” “Steeljaw,” Upon uttering his name, Piper had the wolfcon’s full attention. “She will know right away that it is a ploy to get her at her weakest. This is Rose we’re talking about, she’ll simply move me to a different room to keep us apart. What we need to do is hit her at her most sensitive point.” Strongarm was the one to finally speak up this time, “What? Tell her that she’s crazy?” “No… that she’s going to be alone forever.” ______________________________________________________________________________

“Oh yeah that’s going to work for sure! Tell her she’s never gonna find love and we’ll see how long she’ll keep all of us alive,” Sideswipe spoke in a snarky manner towards Piper. “No, we have to convince her. Which is not hard with Rose, she is a easily influenced person when it comes to her love life. We can not simply tell her that she’ll be alone forever. We have to make her believe that we mean it. And maybe we can hit her where it hurts the most, and just possibly make her see to reason.” “Piper, you need to let go yourself. You are still hanging onto the idea that she’ll come around and be on your side. But you need a reality check yourself, she’s gone Piper. She’s not the Rose you once knew, she’s going to do what she can to get what she wants. Even if it means using you,” Bumblebee spoke with reason and concern towards her. He noticed her get lost in a trance as he made a soft sound to bring her back to reality. “Once you let go yourself it’ll be easier.” Looking at him with bright optics she slowly nodded, “I know… and you’re right.” They all quickly got quiet when the door opened to reveal Cyclonus, he slowly stopped in and glanced around the room. Making sure everyone was where they were suppose to be, his gaze shifted to the knelt femme. Kneeling a bit himself, he stared at her faceplate for a few good moments. As if memorizing her faceplate like it would be the last time he would see it. “She’s ready for you…” When he spoke he sounded like a broken mech, which was highly unusual for Cyclonus.

Watching him curiously, Piper slowly stood when he disconnected the chain that was keeping her knelt to the floor. Keeping her optics on him as he started towards the door, she took a moment to look back at everyone else. Steeljaw quickly caught her attention, when the mech gently rested a servo on the energy barrier that was keeping them enclosed in the cell they were in. Her mouth opening slightly as if she were going to say something, she simply closed it and followed Cyclonus out of the room. Leaving the rest of her team and Bumblebee’s to watch her as she walked away. ______________________________________________________________________________

Piper was brought back to the main chamber where she confronted the High Council and Rose. Taking a quick look around she noticed Rose in front of some monitors going over plans with the rest of the High Council.

“Why did you all move here anyways? You all were perfectly safe, hidden, and protected by the higher ups. Now you’re more easily located and the others won’t be able to get to you to protect you.” Cyberwarp looked down for a second before glancing back up at their newest addition, “If I am honest it was Cyclonus’s idea. He wanted to take over from the inside, he thought if we beefed up our security we would be ok.” “Thank you for throwing me under the bus Cyberwarp, yes, I wanted to do things from the inside out. Is that such a shame Rose?” “Not necessarily, unless you have a death wish upon you and your colleagues. It’s a good idea until you have someone smart enough or strong enough to infiltrate you. Like we saw earlier, right Pipes?”

Rose smirked at Piper in a way that made the smaller femme shiver with uneasiness. Piper watched as Cyclonus groaned and made his way back over to his fellow peers. Leaving her unprotected and alone, but it wouldn’t be long before Rose made her way over to her.

“Leave us to talk in private please. We have many things to discuss.” And with that, the few of them there were headed out to a different chamber. Leaving just her and Rose, her focus had never left the taller femme. Rose looked back at Piper, her optics went from being hard and cold to soft and caring.

“I’m sorry for having to keep you cooped up, but we needed to discuss a small change in power.” “Let me guess, you’re the one in charge now?” “You could say that, but that’s not what we’re going to discuss.” “Oh? Please, do surprise me with our topic of debate Rose.” “Piper, you and I both know that we can try to be enemies. But in the end it will either result in one of our deaths or a complicated relationship, and I do not intend to die again. But we must put our issues aside for a moment.” “Why? I thought you weren’t going to stop until you take over every planet, every moon, every galaxy, and so on.” “And that’s what I plan to do… But we both have a bigger problem at hand, one that even with the High Council, Optimus, and even Eclipse’s help we’d still be low on manpower.” Piper seemed completely confused as she stared hard at Rose. Rose then removed the metal that encased her servos. Stunned Piper slowly rubbed her wrists as she watched the femme toss the metal aside.

“Piper, I need you and the others help. There is a mech bent on destroying anything and everything that the Cybertronians have created, inhabited, and colonizing. He has a army of all kind of species behind him, and he won’t stop until he has succeeded. The longer we he stays out there, the more he destroys and the more of a army he gains.” “It definitely doesn’t sound like Megatron, he conquers. Who is it?” “Does the name Betrelli sound familiar to you?” Upon her uttering his name Piper almost fainted, the room swirling and spinning around her. Rose calling her name almost sounded distant as memories flooded her processor.

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“Piper I need your help, Linx must be stopped. She has committed crimes that is completely heinous, and she won’t stop until her bloodlust is fulfilled.” As she read all the crimes that were logged under Linx’s profile, she gently shook her helm with a soft sigh leaving her vocalizer. Glancing up at the tall and large mech, Piper took in all of Betrelli’s changes and new features.

“This isn’t the first time Linx has been arrested for crimes against the Cybertronian race. But this seems highly unlike her, I mean why would she go after officials with murky backgrounds? She could care less…”

“I don’t know, but our people are in trouble and fear for their lives. We gotta stop her pumpkin.” She thought for a moment before looking up at him, “Like I said before, contact Gazelle. If you pay her enough, she won’t question, and she won’t hesitate. And the job will be done with ease and careful precision.” “Excellent…” he said almost venomously, which in turn made Piper raise an optic ridge. When Betrelli noticed Piper’s change in expression he gave her a goofy, reassuring smile. He patted her shoulder before heading out of her base. Something didn’t quite sit well as she watched him leave. ______________________________________________________________________________

“Betrelli are you sure this is the right thing to do? I mean you can’t just take out the High Council, we need them for certain situations that we can’t handle ourselves.” Betrelli growled loudly as he slammed his servos down on Piper’s desk. Staring at her with crazy intensity, when he spoke it was harsh and rude, “Piper they’re corrupt bastards and need to go! We can run Cybertron better than they ever can!” “I’m not here to take their place, I am here to run my Crew the best I can. For all I care they can let Cybertron go to the scrapyard. Cybertron isn’t in our protection or jurisdiction, so there is nothing I can legally do. And even if we did try, we’d both get thrown back into prison.” “Oh please, you and I could run that shitty stockade from the inside out. My money, your leadership, Piper baby we’d have all of them eating out of our servos.” “Betrelli, why are you acting like this? You were never like this before…” “Pumpkin I’m the same as I was when we were in prison and fuckin’. Now, I’ve got stuff to finish. I’ll come talk to you later after you’ve had some time to… reflect on what I said.” “Don’t Betrelli. I’m not going to help you with your crazy idea.” Scowling the mech left in a huff, leaving Piper to try and figure out why he was suddenly acting like a dictator.

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“Piper? Piper! Hey wake up! Please, are you okay?” Piper came to, only to find herself lying on the floor with Rose hovering over her. The odd thing was there was no concern on the other femme’s face whatsoever. But that wasn’t what was worrying Piper right now. Betrelli was out on a rampage, and Rose was right. There was no way they could stop him with the few they had. With money Betrelli could buy himself very powerful allies, and become almost unstoppable. But why? Why was he going after Cybertron, and everything Cybertron had worked towards. What grudge did he have against them? And why did he try to mislead her into helping him take over and destroy planets, galaxies, and more?

“Piper, do you know who he is?” “Of course I do… He’s Betrelli, I’m surprised you don’t know who he is by now. We were in the Stockade together when I went in the first time for my very first “crime.”

“So you know him better than anyone ever will. Excellent! You’ll be able to make him see reason better than any of us here! But we will need firepower in order to get him.” “Not necessarily. But we do need to let the others know what is happening and figure out a plan. Together.” Rose didn’t seem to ecstatic about the idea, but she gave a nod of agreement. Gently waving her servo for Piper to go and release the others, Piper did exactly that. Running down the corridor it wasn’t long before she was in the cell room. Upon her opening the door, everyone seemed to jump up at once. “Boss! What’s going on?” “I second Greenbelt, but did you let Rose down easy? Or did you crush her? You devilish you,” Aayliah smirked at her leader and wink in a teasing way.

“It’s Betrelli we have to worry about… Not Rose believe it or not,” stated Piper as she began to unlock the cells releasing her team first, then Bumblebee’s.

“Who is Betrelli? Don’t tell me he’s another Megatron wannabe,” snarled Steeljaw.

“No…he worse than Megatron. He destroys, and doesn’t think twice about what he’s destroying.” “Piper what the hell is going on?” Cross seemed a bit irritated, as well as confused. But everyone’s look seemed to change as Piper looked at them all with extreme concern. “We have to go on a life or death mission with all hands on board…”

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#2015 rid #transformers spark #tfoc #maccadam #long reads

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I saw a post you made from a little while ago about a group of young liaisons and was wondering if you could do that same prompt with fort max and megs? (If it’s not too much a bother)

Big bots with little human friends is... yes. That's far from a bother, dear anon, it's a privilege. I've completed Megatron alongside Cyclonus here, but I'll give some extra love to this big guy! For those who haven't read them or would like to reread, there's also a post for Rodimus, Rung and Drift plus the original with Tailgate, Ratchet, Minimus, Swerve, and Whirl!

Fortress Maximus

·Ever the expert of security and order, but not very knowledgeable on humans, he does a fair amount of research when the liaison initiative is announced. Earth proves a planet as diverse as it is complex, but what stands out is how small the dominant species is. It worries him to a considerable degree. Forget security threats; how are they going to handle the possibility that one of them could be stepped on?! It's a conundrum he still hasn't solved by the time the group is coming on board for the first time. At least accustomed to handling crisis, he's one of the crewmembers that greets the young liaisons when they arrive, but upon seeing them he's absolutely floored. They aren't just small; they're tiny to an impossible degree. Even the tallest one is smaller than the research could have ever conveyed. Of course he puts on a polite smile and welcomes them all, but deep down he's panicking over the mandatory safety measures they'll be needing, so much so he doesn't even notice how the humans fawn over his immense size.

·After burying himself in his work, it's only when he decides to summon the liaisons to his office that he meets them again, this time intending to lay out some rules and to check in with them so far. Unfortunately his train of thought more or less dissapears when he lifts them all onto his desk and is confronted with their tiny stature up close. It's then that he realizes they are not only small, but agonizingly adorable. Unable to recall the well thought out plans he had to discuss with them, he ends up answering their many questions instead, most of which are centered on his incredible size and strength. Their wide eyed fascination cements his dedication to protecting them with every ounce of power he has. It's with some embarrassment he has to admit to himself that their cuteness is overwhelming, to the point each and every one of them has him wrapped around their finger from day one.

·Though his commitment to keeping them safe continues, he can't help but look for reasons to meet up with them, and at times he has to simply make things up. Making things easier on him, the entire group quickly grows very fond of him. It's soon apparent he's their favorite bot on the ship. Having them around makes him happy in ways he's quite unaccustomed to, as if their innocence rubs off on him. Such feelings are only intensified by how they insist on hanging out with him by, more or less, relaxing on the broad expanse of his shoulders. It's the easiest way to chat while ensuring no one gets squished.

·After struggling with his trauma for so long, he feels a kind of peace he hadn't known he was missing out on. Therapy sessions become easier and more productive, and those around him can't help but notice the change in his mood. Some are just baffled to see him brimming with positive energy while a group of young humans sit across his shoulders like tiny birds, while most are happy to see him turning around, especially with how he's suffered in the past. It's impossible to deny he's uplifting the entire ship. Admittedly he went through a brief frenzy upon finding out the humans he had befriended were, technically, still protoforms and thus had developing to do. Thankfully though, that was resolved with assurances they would be fine with proper guidance.

·It had been with said knowledge that he'd set about trying to teach the liaisons everything he considered useful. While his experience is somewhat... grim, he has learned a great deal through his life as a soldier. They take to the idea of learning how to fight incredibly well, to the point the challenges of having such tiny students are almost nonexistent to him, meaning he doesn't even notice how difficult it is to guide their tiny hands into proper positions on their practice weapons. Using his stories as inspiration, albeit with many details watered down for their sakes, he mostly enjoys the idea of helping them learn to defend themselves. He doesn't want them to know the full extent of his past, but he does firmly believe he's come to terms with most of it. Their acceptance certainly makes that easier.

·Everything seems to fall apart when an incident far more recent is brought up by an unthinking crew member; his breakdown and attempt to reroute the ship by taking hostages. The liaisons are all shocked to hear their large but lovable mentor could do such a thing, let alone that it happened such a short time ago. Max can only see disgust in their innocent expressions of curiosity as they gently ask if it's true. Paranoia long banished from his head sinks in deep, and with the softest of confirmations he has to leave before he breaks under the trauma he'd thought defeated. He realizes in a flash that he'd adored how these little ones gave him a fresh start, and now that his scars have been revealed he can't ever have that again. It's all he can do to seel himself away as the emotions overwhelm him.

·Bearing no ill will for their beloved mentor and friend, the liaisons first seek out answers for context they're obviously missing. Other bots are able to put the pieces together, and they're both surprised and horrified to hear Max endured unfathomable torture before having his episode, as the happy mech they know has never shown any signs of such pain. Regardless, they know he's suffering now, and they want to help him. Though he lets them into his room, it doesn't take much observation for them to see he can barely face them, and the group grows emotional as they let him know they've heard what he went through.

·Before he can say a word he's surrounded by tiny hugs, with each human expressing the deepest sympathy for all he's endured and the greatest administration for their beloved mentor. His protective instincts kick in and he scoops them all up for the closest thing to a hug he can give them. Feeling the extent of their adoration makes it apparent he's far too beloved for his past to change their perception of him, and the entire group takes some time to bask in a much needed moment of healing. He resumes teaching them and they continue to flock around the massive mech, perching where they can as he carries them and marvels over what incredible beings they're becoming before his very optics. For the first time in his life, he's able to be something other than a soldier, and the weight of his past is far lighter with so many tiny hands to help him carry it.

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Could you perhaps do Rung's Cyclonus', Tailgate's and First Aid's reaction to their human S/O being trapped in the same room as Rung and Whirl while Fort Max he has his psychotic episode? And Fort Max isn't exactly gentle with them either so

Couple of broken ribs there at least

I love how you guys are so invested in this situation and all the potential prompts because it miiiiight just be from one of my favorite issues of MTMTE... Changing canon for all of these in that Rung emerges from this whole situation with his head intact.

Rung

·He's accustomed to the risks inherent to his profession, and despite his tiny size compared to his larger patients he's more than capable of handling himself in most crisis situations, you knew that the moment you heard that one of his more recent positions involved treating the Wreckers. But when Fortress Maximus burst in to his office, clearly in the fog of an agonizing psychotic episode, he felt fear like he hadn't in ages. His terror isn't for him however. You were preparing to head out so Whirl could have his appointment, your smile as casual as could be as you bid him goodbye from the doorway, when you were snatched up by the colossal Autobot forcing his way inside. Just seeing your fragile organic body in that gigantic fist... Whirl had been unable to stop him before being stabbed to the floor, and he'd been equally incapable of doing anything to save you as he was pinned to a chair with a few errant pieces of warped metal.

·With what Max endured, he knows the hulking mech is suffering from pain he hasn't even begun to acknowledge, but that doesn't make it any easier for him to stay calm and proffesional as you're held firmly in his grasp. Words can't begin to describe how badly he wants to ask for you to be released, even if only to be set down on an available surface so you can breathe, as his sharp audials can pick up every tiny gasp from your struggling body. Yet he doesn't dare to risk upsetting the mech and potentially spurring him to squeeze. His always in control temper is almost able to break loose as Whirl antagonizes Max with you in such a vulnerable position, but he settles for broadcasting audio from his thumb's recorder to the camera he spots on the ceiling. All he can do is hope the bots watching are planning a rescue in short order...

·Things go south quickly when Maximus realizes his demands aren't being heeded, and of all those in the room it's you that pays the highest price. His thumb being torn off hardly compares to his agony watching you be held aloft as a warning and squeezed, your hoarse cry of agony wheezing out into a whisper as your bones audibly crack. Max actually seems horrified for a moment, particularly as you cough up crimson, but he doesn't end the ordeal. Clearly guilty but not deterred, he only lays your tiny body on a nearby surface as he returns to his demands. Nothing had ever hurt more than the agonized little coughs you emitted as you lay so perilously still... It had been enough to compel him to try the worst thing one can do in a hostage situation, ask something of the captor, even if it's little more than weak pleading for only your release.

·He has no way to describe how badly he wishes he could tear himself from his bonds, but when the footage of Overlord is projected on the wall and Maximus collapses under the weight of his trauma, he still finds the softness in his spark to lean forth and comfort the weeping giant with an embrace. While he'd hear later there were plans for taking a shot through one of the many windows, the presence of your tiny body had made it impossible, and thus he had the freedom to end the situation on peaceful terms. Fort Max had been gently led to a guarded room for solitary confinement, Whirl had been proffesionally extracted from his impalement, and you had been rushed to the medical bay while he was still being unstuck from the chair... He hadn't even cared about his missing digit when he'd been told you were being taken to a private room for emergency treatment, from which the medics had refused him entry due to the intensity of your injuries.

·When he'd finally seen you afterwards it had almost broken his spark. You had looked so unlike yourself; frail, lifeless, and connected to a number of life saving machines that beeped and hummed to keep you stable. It didn't matter that you'd be fine, the suffering you had endured already and would face while recovering was enough to overwhelm him with guilt, as he blames himself for the whole ordeal. He hadn't seen the potential for Maximus to suffer a break, and hadn't even been able to talk him down, resulting in suffering for you and so many others. Though he's encouraged and comforted by his friends, he keeps a tireless vigil at your bedside until you wake, occasionally brushing a digit against your tiny hand to provide some reassurance that he's here and watching over you.

·When you do wake up, he's the first thing you see, his gentle smile looking down at you while he welcomes you back to the waking world. The guilt behind his lenses is even more apparent than the pain in every part of your body. Initially he's steadfast in denying he has any such inclinations. All he wants to focus on is your recovery, and making certain you're not traumatized by what you've experienced, he says and insists in a way you know is merely half true. Only when you've recovered enough strength to pressure him does he break, expressing his boundless guilt at having failed you in such a high stakes situation, which he shouldn't even have allowed to happen in the first place. Your reassurance that the only one to blame for the ordeal is the mech who tortured Fort Max brings a measure of perspective, but it's the feeling of your hand in his that solidifies the sense of comfort, your total lack of blame allowing him to turn some of his boundless forgiveness inward. You made it, everyone had made it, and the two of you could bask in the wonder of that simple victory together. That was enough for now.

Cyclonus

·It takes a full legion of bots to hold him back when news of the situation reaches him. You'd been near Rung's office when Fortress Maximus had apparently grabbed you in his rush, and he cares little for calm or strategy when the full weight of the situation is explained to him. The only two other bots in there with you are Rung and Whirl, meaning that you're not only without protection, you're in the middle of a powder keg. He's only prevented from overpowering the barricade when a firm reminder gets him to see the need for caution; all Max need do is bat you aside with his hand and you'll die, which makes your survival unlikely in the event of any altercation. Such painful logic reigns him in to a simmering silence. Joining the main team on the bridge, mostly so he won't try another break in, he's left to watch everything play out on the security feed.

·He only has optics for you as he stands silently by. Though his motionless self could be mistaken for a glowering statue, any bot who looked closer would see the rage boiling in his glare, and how his claws twitched every time there was sudden movement on the screen, which was often due to Whirl gesticulating and Maximus pacing with his weapon ready to fire. Like a hawk ready to dive, he keeps track of it all. You're the center of his focus of course, but he needs to be ready the nanosecond you need him, and that means knowing the terrain to plot out potential rescue missions. Ten minutes into the ordeal he already has fifty or so plans to remove you from just as many scenarios that might play out. While he's initially fine letting the commanding officers take control for the sake of a unified front, that quickly ends when he sees that no effort is being made to storm the room in order to ensure there are no casualties, a goal he hardly agrees with.

·For all of his efforts he fails to hide how incredibly worried he is for you in this situation. Though he snaps the instant someone tries to reassure him, declaring that he has no undue concern but merely wants them to consider the delicate nature of organics, he convinces no one. As he watches Rung lose his thumb, his claws dig so deeply into his crossed arms that they bleed. The lack of audio which follows only makes his worrying turn to nauseous panic. Watching your impossibly tiny form sit tensely on a table brings up a deep buried bit of self loathing, an internal voice taunting him for putting his spark on the line for something so weak, but he crushes its efforts by thinking back to the happiness you've given him. You aren't weak, he's seen the strength of your spirit time and again, your body is simply fragile... As if to cruelly make his point, Fort Max picks you up in a sudden rage, holding you aloft as he roars threats none of them can hear before he squeezes.

·The sight simultaneously breaks his spark and flips a switch inside of him. Ultra Magnus himself is an insignificant obstacle as he does what he should have when this whole thing began; run to your rescue. Cries for him to stop go unheeded, and thankfully for the sake of saving time most are smart enough to get out of his way. As fast as he is, the room you're held in is a fair distance from where he was, and thus there's an agonizing amount of limbo he has to endure on the way there. Even through the dull camera feed he could see how you'd spasmed in Maximus's grasp, and the way your face had contorted in absolute agony... It hurt in a way he wasn't ready to comprehend. There's no way for him to know if you're even still alive, but as unthinkable as losing you may be, he's well aware of what will happen if he arrives to find you lifeless behind the blockaded doors. Hopefully for Fort Max it won't come to that.

·There's a sobering dose of bewilderment when he arrives to see the doors opening of their own accord, but that hardly delays him for long, and he barrels forward to discover a hostage situation that's been settled for precious few moments. Ignoring anything and everyone else, he grabs your tiny self and runs, silent as he's informed through comm that Maximus has surrendered and the medics are ready in the medbay. Unable to be grateful at the sight of you so damaged, he holds you closely but gingerly as if he might break you further, willing your ragged breaths to keep coming unaided for just a little longer. One of his last thoughts as he arrives at the medical bay and the medics take you away is how small your body is in his claws, which somehow makes what's been done all the more agonizing. What reason would any member of his species have to hurt something so incapable of fighting back? As he waits in the common area for news of your condition the question almost mocks him with his own history of misdeeds...

·Seeing you after the surgery does nothing to quell his conscience. Though he's told you'll live, it's difficult to restrain the urge to execute violent revenge on your attacker, and only his greater need to ensure your safety prevents him from doing so. The vigil he keeps over you is tireless and appears stoic to others, but when he's certain you're alone his demeanor is soft and caring, his digits gently adjusting your blankets or brushing errant strands of hair from your face as he waits for you to regain your strength. You awaken slowly and peacefully to the sound of a regal baritone singing a soft song in a language you don't recognize. A familiar thumb brushes your face as you open your eyes, the gigantic claw that greets you not intimidating in the slightest as you behold the faintest hint of a smile on a face otherwise wrought with pain. He's barely able to contain his guilt as he relays his ineffectiveness during your capture, but his gratitude to see you alive is equally obvious in the way he relaxes as you lay your hand in his palm. Weak as you may be, you reveal that you were still conscious when he took you to the medical bay, and how his protective grasp around you had allowed you to believe everything would be okay. The news has a profound effect on him. To hear that he brought peace to you even once, in a manner similiar to what you do each and every day, is beyond anything he could ever imagine. It's enough to make him content just to enjoy the simple gratitude of having you back.

Tailgate

·When he's informed that you're being held hostage he nearly has a panic attack, and when the details of who you're with are relayed only his drive to protect you prevents full on fainting. Through his panicking he's able to convince the commanding bots to let him in the crisis room, if only because not knowing what's going on behind the heavy doors simply tears him apart in a way he can't endure. Knowing what you mean to each other, he's allowed in, and his little visor locks onto your image on the screen without hesitation. Nothing beyond your somewhat blurry face exists in his mind. Small hands clasp as they usually would to hold yours, but the emptiness due to your absence makes him feel pain instead of any kind of comfort, something he doesn't know how to process as he watches you with sad intensity.

·From the moment Maximus makes his first demand he's pushing for your rescue and advocating giving whatever Max wants to facilitate your release. Though he knows that isn't possible, the helplessness of being stuck on the sidelines makes him desperate enough to want Rodimus to give it a try. That sense of powerlessness is exacerbated by the sight of you being held up in the giant's fist. He's woken up after six million years to find someone he adores, and he's going to lose them like this, after so little time together? It's not fair to anyone, but especially you! Rage boils over in his spark as the injustice of it all tempts him to consider charging in himself. All you ever did to Fort Max was be nice, and this is what he does in return? Knowing the bot is suffering a psychotic episode does nothing to quell his anger.

·With nothing good happening on the screen, he tries to recall all the happy moments you've enjoyed together to keep himself calm, replaying the fun movie nights and dates at Swerve's that showed him how wonderful life could be... But the strategy does little to help with his traitorous optics constantly flipping back to the video feed. Nothing has changed each time, but he still can't help looking in some desperate hope that Fort Max will realize you are innocent and either let you go or end this entire ordeal. In his frustration he snaps at the commanding bots for not doing something, and their continued lack of action angers him almost as much as their reassurances. Don't they know how important you are to him?! How you made everything better and that losing you might destroy him?! He's on the verge of a kind of furious panic attack when the situation on the screen goes south dramatically fast.

·Being a small bot means he knows how terrifying it is to be grabbed and pinned by larger Cybertronians, but he can't even begin to imagine how afraid you must be when Fort Max swipes you up far more aggressively than before after an argument none of them can hear breaks out. You're endlessly brave as always, resisting the urge to scream despite the fear and pain visible on your expression, but his worrying turns to a near breakdown when you're held up high and squeezed. The spasm that passes through you is so great he can practically hear the crack of your little bones despite the lack of sound coming through. Resisting the urge to be sick, he grabs onto Rodimus and demands that action be taken before he's forced to do something himself, and despite his tiny size his tone is determined enough to give every present bot pause. By convenient timing that moment is concurrent with Rewind finally getting into position and projecting horrifying images of Overlord into the room, debilitating the hulking Autobot and leaving him helpless whilst Rung talks him down. With you lying motionless in the line of fire Rodimus makes the call to quickly but peacefully have security forces take the room.

·Tailgate is tearing down the hallways before anyone can say another word, desperate to see you as soon as he can if there's still time. The distance between the command center and Rung's office means that he takes some time to arrive, and while he's a quivering mess of panic by then it's only made worse when he hears you're already in the medical bay and receiving emergency care, as your injuries are potentially fatal. Between exhaustion and grief he briefly loses consciousness, but when he awakens in the medical bay he has to be kept from leaping off the berth to aid you. Hearing that you've been stabilized gives him some level of peace, but he still pushes to see you as soon as he can, and no number of visitors can distract him from the agony of waiting, leading to him absolutely jumping when he's told he can see you... Though he finds no comfort in finally beholding your broken body on the medical slab. Still, he takes a dutiful place by your side and whispers idle conversation in a tireless watch that breaks only when he's forced into brief naps by sheer exhaustion.

·Your slow return to consciousness is greatly sped up when, in a rather natural gesture, you squeeze the familiar presence in your hand and get a loud squeak of surprise as a result. A blue visor brimming with tears welcomes you back to wakefulness, but the babbling that pours from the minibot is so emotional you hardly catch even a word at first, and your aching ribs make it almost impossible to speak loudly enough to get his attention. Once he finally gathers himself enough to speak clearly and relay the situation, he's despondent about his nonexistent role in your rescue, something you have to reassure him isn't his fault in the slightest. Weakly but with a smile, you reassure him that thinking about him was the only thing that kept you calm. He tears up again, but this time in a kind of relieved happiness, his helm gently leaning forward to nuzzle you with soft buzzes of affection. Knowing he was able to help in some small way... there's still a lot of healing to be done, but he's determined to stand tall by your side through it all, because you've reminded him that he's strong enough to hold others up.

First Aid

·As a medic, he's usually one of the first bots informed when something goes wrong, to get him ready for a potential influx of patients if nothing else. But this time he's contacted because he's an affected party, and his ever present ability to stay calm is put to a whole new kind of test. Though he manages to keep the panic on the inside, it's raging like an inferno in his spark as he's escorted to the crisis room, his imagination keeping him fully stocked on all the potential ways you could be hurt. Considering Maximus grabbed you in a rush to drag you into the situation, it's not at all unlikely you're already injured. Watching the grainy footage of you in the company of your less than ideal fellow hostages has his processor simmering with terrible possibilities. The reports from the medical bay regarding the rampage victims leave little doubt; Maximus is as powerful as he is unhinged.

·His optics are locked on the screen the instant he manages to gather himself. Every movement, every action and once the audio starts coming through every word is analyzed. Between searching for a solution and ensuring you're okay his thoughts are absolutely racing. There has to be a way to get you out safely, and the moment you're freed as you will be he'll need to be ready for any potential injuries. Losing you isn't an option. In the short few months since meeting you he's become so very close to you, closer than he's ever been to anyone, and in that brief amount of time he's already realized he wants to be with you always. You make him feel worthy, which is perhaps why this helplessness is so incredibly agonizing. For the first time since your relationship began he's feeling that certainty of his incompetence once more.

·The pain of his own self depreciation is offset by simmering anger at his commander's inability to resolve the situation. Deep down he's experienced enough to know they can hardly be expected to control a situation so volatile, but that logic hardly has an impact on his passionate need for action. It only gets worse as things in the room deteriorate. Whirl is hardly staying still to prevent further injury from his impalement, and while Rung covers his bleeding hand to prevent further energon loss, the casual way Max ripped off his thumb makes it clear he has no qualms about violence. An unyielding imagination fills his processor with terrible thoughts about what that same strength could do to your tiny body. Grisly images flash before his optics and drive him to try begging for action once more, though it appears too late as you're suddenly snatched up in a gigantic hand.

·The universe stops moving as you're squeezed with what he knows is too much force for your body to safely handle. The lack of sound doesn't stop him from identifying that you've undoubtedly broken bones, and in fact his hyperactive processor is already trying to work out what damage has been done. Crushed ribs, snapped clavicles, perhaps a fractured humerus, and then there were your softer organs and tissues... The blood on your lips as Maximus lays you down on the table makes it clear something important has been injured that needs immediate medical care. Demanding that a rescue be launched for your sake, he's given a rare bit of luck in the form of two minibots on rivet duty. The specifics of the operation are a blur he can't bring himself to care about, even as the gory footage of Overlord covers the wall, as your limp form is all that exists in his perception. Attempts to count your very breaths only end when the situation is reclassified as under control and he's moving before anyone can say another word.

·Immediate communication with the other medics keeps him in the loop, so he knows you've been extracted the moment it happens, and he plots his course to intercept the team that recovered you even before they reach the medical bay. A random bot on the security detail has you cradled in careful but uncertain hands when he arrives, and is more than willing to hand over the tiny body to someone who actually knows what they're doing. First Aid feels his processor split between his medical training and his personal feelings for you, with the former a calculated source of experienced reason and the latter a maelstrom of agonized panic. Though he's more than able to keep the proper half in charge, he's unable to prevent his emotions from tearing into him as he gets you to the medical bay, where Ratchet and Ambulon have already prepared for emergency procedures. His CMO is adamant on his involvement being voluntary, emphasizing that he knows all too well how hard it is to operate on those you care about, and that he can focus on their other patients if this will be too difficult. First Aid replies that he's grateful for the offer but unwilling to choose anything that doesn't mean giving his all to save you.

·Stabilizing you is a team effort only made possible by the research each medic did in advance on your species, and while he's grateful he took the time to prepare for something such as this, he'll never regret anything more than having to use that knowledge. Waiting for you to wake is harder than it's ever been for any of his past patients. As a medic he has work to keep him busy, but he constantly finds excuses to check in on you, and every spare moment is spent by your side. He checks reports, takes his meals, and even rests all at your bedside. By great fortune he's present when you finally wake up, and you've barely opened your eyes by the time he's checking you over. A worried expression is the first thing you comprehend as a gentle voice asks if you have any sedentary pain. Somehow it's a relief to have your worried medbot be the first thing you see, but you quickly put together this isn't just his usual level of concern, and that there's active remorse in his features. Firm insistence is required to get him to confess; for all of his analytical skills, he couldn't think of a way to resolve the situation to save you. It seems to surprise him when you bring up that he's literally one of the bots that saved your life. An attempt to deflect on the grounds that being a medic is just his job is stopped by himself at your look of silent pleading, and he remembers in an instant how much faith you have in him. Even if he doesn't always feel worthy of that admiration, he knows there must be something to it if it's coming from one such as yourself. That simple reaffirming of his abilities lets him focus on the miracle of having you here with him, and he begins gently and lovingly fussing over you as he always does, bringing the smile back to your face that he so adores.

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Fathers and Well-Wishers

{Semi-Direct Sequel to This}

There are moments that the words don’t reach. There’s a grace too powerful to name.

“I’m DONE TODAY.”

Whirl sighed, disappointed, as Mimi gathered her crutches with grinding teeth and situated them under her arms. The heavy sounds of unsteady and new steps was loud in his ears as she passed through the back door into the house.

He shook his head.

It was more of the same through the day.

It was Perceptor and Mimi reduced to a screaming match because “You need to be ACTIVE Froggy- sedentary activities could have disastrous side-effects and I don’t want you suffering anymore than you have!”

It was Drift and Mimi snarling at each other when he told her to listen to her father because “He has your best interests in mind, and you need SOMEONE to look after you!”

It was Brainstorm trying his best to be gentle, and ending up being heavyhanded enough for Mimi to shakily get up on new prosthetics and limp away from him with a stormcloud expression.

It was Ratchet knocking on her shut bedroom door, and getting no answer but the sound of a dresser being shoved in front of it.

It was Whirl, after Mimi had stalked in and set off the house, shaking his head and rubbing his temple from the headache that had formed. Ratchet sat in his usual armchair, Perceptor perched on his thigh while Drift lounged on the floor in his feline way.

Brainstorm paced angrily, wracking his brain for a solution to a problem that was still clouded in his vision when Cyclonus returned along the sound of rampaging feet. The gathered adults looked up at the kids who ran in, only to tip toe down the hall and listen at the door for a moment.

They watched, and Quickdraw knocked softly.

“Hey Mimi? You okay in there?”

“I’m fine.”, was the sighed answer, “Just... having a day, okay?”

“‘S all good, sis. We’ll be playing a couple rounds on the tv in my room, if you wanna join later. You want first shower tonight?”

“I’m fine, QD.”

“Okay.”

Ratchet raised an eyebrow as Quickdraw shepherded his siblings away from Mimi’s bedroom door with hushed tones.

Cyclonus looked over the silent living-room gathering, and frowned deeper as his gaze froze over at the visible stress on each face. Perceptor breathed a sigh of relief when Cyclonus’s back went ramrod straight, and he stepped silently to Mimi’s door.

Tap, tap, tap. Overlong nails, perfectly kept, rapped on Mimi’s door.

“I am coming in, little one.”

He pushed against the door, and frowned at the weight for a moment until the sound of furniture sliding on the floor was suddenly loud in the air. The door opened to show a glimpse of Mimi pulling herself back onto her bed, prosthetics left beside it, and then Cyclonus closed the door behind him.

“He’ll talk some sense into her.”, said Perceptor matter-of-factly, “It’s a specialty of his with the kids.”

“Not sure about that, Perce.”, said Brainstorm, “His expression didn’t exactly say Not In My House.”

“Then what do you think he’s going to do?”, snorted Whirl as Ratchet chuckled.

Brainstorm glanced back at the door, “The look on his face was like an angry hen discovering their brood’s been messed with.”

Cyclonus was in Mimi’s room until night fell. The moon had begun to rise, the other children tapping on Mimi’s door and softly calling their “G’night!” even though there was no answer.

Once again, worried parents gathered in the living room, television playing but the volume too low to bother noticing. Ratchet’s foot tapped a rapid two-time tempo out on the carpet as the door finally opened, and Mimi stood with Cyclonus’s arm around her shoulders.

His face looked like thunder and lightning; like hurricanes and hellstorms as the crags and sharp cliff-edges of a long life stood in stark relief.

He led her out; gentle in his touches but still shaking with anger.

He sent a look from parent to parent, before he growled his words like a dragon breathing fire.

“I have never seen so stupid and insensitive a group in my long life.”

Stunned silence. Cyclonus held Mimi closer, letting her arms go around his waist and her face bury itself against his side as she murmured, ��Don’t be upset, Papa-Cy-”

“Your eldest has lost her LEGS. She has lost her sense of SAFETY she has sacrificed the only DUTY that MATTERED to her... And the lot of you do nothing but poke and prod and pinch at her. She has been home from surgery for LESS THAN A MONTH.”

The sea of shocked and paling faces simply ramped Cyclonus’s anger higher.

“YOU ARE ALL AN EMBARRASSMENT.”

He looked to Brainstorm, “When you were tearing your hair out over that Quark fellow- what did the ones around you do?!”

“N-Nothing, really they-”

“They let you be, they let you realign, did they NOT?”

Brainstorm squeaked softly at the sharp uptick in Cyclonus’s barked words but nodded.

Cyclonus looked to Ratchet, “And you, old medic- when your hands were damaged, when you were lamenting your loss of importance- were crewmates hassling you to work more, work harder after experiencing pain?!”

Ratchet said nothing, but gave a short shake of his head.

Cyclonus looked to Drift, and narrowed his eyes, “I will not mention the coddling you received from Rodimus- I still find it distasteful; if, in the end, necessary. And yet you did not afford your CHILD the same respect. Pathetic.”

And then to Whirl, “You, who knew firsthand how being disregarded felt; how could you, Whirl. How could you simply ignore what she was working through in order to sate your desire for The Way Things Were.”

Perceptor opened his mouth to speak- a terrible decision as it were. Cyclonus rounded on him, in highest of tempers and coldest of rage.

“I didn’t need so much time after I lost-”

“You refused to ACCEPT such time, Perceptor; and we all know how that colored your treatment of Mimosa for HOW LONG exactly?”

A killing blow, as the color drained from Perceptor’s face rapidly and all who gathered looked to the shivering young woman clinging to Cyclonus’s side.

He spoke again, “This is not wartime. This is peace, after a fashion. This is new- and so is she. You have all blinded yourself with your dependency on her active showing of love. Blinded yourselves to the point where you forgot one simple thing.”

He looked at them all, disgust and some kind of disappointment on his face.

“She is a child, compared to us. She may be the eldest of the younglings but for Primus’s sake she is a CHILD. She is far younger than any of us were when we experienced this kind of LOSS.”

“She is no wide-known scientist. She is no premier CMO. She is not a star Aerial Corps member turned Clockmaker,  no artisan defiled in his decline.”

He rubbed Mimi’s arm, gently murmuring comfort to her a moment before continuing, “She is no deahtbringer wounded in battle. She is no nightmare turned hero. She is our Mimi, and she has not yet graduated school- She is our eldest daughter, and she has experienced a sudden and painful loss.”

His eyebrows tilted down.

“How dare all of you deny her the chance to MOURN.”

Whirl stared at his metallic hands; oddly fingered and scuffed and remembered how long it took him to accept them as part of himself. He winced, remembering as he berated Mimi to simply “Get with the program, Froggy- they’re your legs now, no going back!”

Brainstorm covered his trembling mouth as he looked back on his “well-meaning” prodding, seeing it a new and nagging light and turning his back on Cyclonus.

Ratchet let his exaustion and worry show, trying to say his apologies for looking away from behaviors he had known shouldn’t happen, shouldn’t be promoted- and yet were allowed under his watch.

Drift gnawed his lip and hung his head, hugging his knees for a moment before he remembers seeing Mimi trying to do the same in the hospital while he sat by her bed- remembering hearing her fidget and begin to sob and realizing what she had tried to do, what she had realized had been taken, “...You tried to... You cry when you hold your....”

Perceptor was stunned, silent; Mimi looked at him, and looked away. All this time he had thought he had been comforting her, consoling her, when- He simply had assumed it was his place to...

“Thankfully, our other children respect such things. And act accordingly. I am glad to know our eldest raised them right.”

The room was heavy and silent; pained and regretful. Cyclonus nudged Mimi to give him room to move, and took her face in his rough hands before kissing her forehead.

“I am sorry, for what has happened. Take the time you need, youngling- I will be here when you are ready. Now... Go wash up, tomorrow is yet another day. If you would like; you may come with me to the Primal Temple, and see the gardens, or pray if you like to.”

She nodded, “...Yeah, yeah I think I’d like to do that, Papa Cy.”

“Very well. Get ready for bed, little one. It’s late.”

No eyes followed her as she limped; as her slow steps took her away- unsteady as a fledgling and measured as a mourning widow.

When the bathroom door closed, Quickdraw stepped out and shot a glance at his fathers, and he shook his head; tapping at the bathroom door and murmuring loud enough for Mimi to hear that if she needed help, to call for him.

Cyclonus nodded his approval, turning once more to the silently gathered.

“She is proud, and strong, and resilient. But she is not untouchable. She has experienced a new kind of pain- a pain we all may be familiar with, but a pain we were given time to deal with.”, he said, low and level and calm, “I am ashamed of you all right now, that you would act this way. I expect every last one of you to apologize to her; it is the least you could do.”

And with that, he walked away. A pause by the bathroom, listening to be sure Mimi was not having difficulties, and then he continued- safe in the knowledge that the second she was in trouble, Quickdraw, at least, would answer her call.

And for the night, the house was quiet.

When Mimi awoke the next morning- it was not to her normal blaring alarm clock; the sun was long up, the house quiet, and Cyclonus gently shook her shoulder with a tiny smile.

“Come, the gardens await you- and, perhaps, peace on some level.”

Mimi paused, listening for the usual calls of her name and giggles of her siblings and heard nothing. She blinked, and laughed weakly.

“...Papa Cy?”

“Yes?”

“....Can you... Can you help me grab some clothes? I still haven’t rearranged things to make them... easier to get.”

“Of course, little one. When we arrive home, perhaps that will be something that can be taken care of- if and only if you feel up to it. Otherwise, I would happy to start on it for you.”

“That... That would be really helpful, actually.”

She dressed in immodest silence, leaning on Cyclonus when she needed to and teaching him the way she adjusted the straps on her new legs. The door creaked, and she looked up.

Brainstorm waved slightly, his smile tight and his eyes averted.

“Hey kiddo- I... I brought some things, to help with the pressure of the, uhm. Legs. I know Whirl mentioned they can rub pretty bad.”

“...Thanks Bee.”

“Of course. You two have a good day, okay? And... And I’m sorry. For not understanding.”

Mimi looked down, holding padding and covers for the ends of her thighs, and nodded, “...It’s okay.”

“It’s... It’s really not.”

Brainstorm stepped closer, kneeling down and putting his hands over hers as she set aside what he brought, “I always brag about how smart I am, and here I am making some really stupid decisions for my own dumb reasons. It’s okay to be hurting- it’s okay to be sad and it’s okay for all those things to be confusing and hard to deal with. I’m sorry for not giving you a chance to do just that. I’m sorry for trying to make everything be what it used to be. It’s okay for things to change- it’s not your fault; but some of this stuff? The blame falls right on me- on all of us.”

“Bee, it’s okay, really, you and all the dads are only human-”

“You’re human too.”

Mimi jolted, looking to meet Brainstorm’s gaze before blinking away the dampness in her eyes, “... Thank you.”

“You go see those gardens, okay? You and Cy make a day of it. We’ll hold down the fort here.”

He kissed her cheek, making a grand and goofy display until she cackled and whined “Beeeeeee!” before he ruffled her hair.

With a nod to Cyclonus, he got to his feet, smoothed out his rumpled shirt, and took his leave. 

Mimi sat for a moment before trying to push herself to her feet and huffing when it was hard to get it just right- And two iron hands came into her vision. Cyclonus raised his eyebrows, his smile widening slight as Whirl stood in his just-awake glory. Mimi looked up to him. 

He smiled weakly, tired, apologetically.

“C’mon, I’ll anchor ya, ‘kay?”, he rumbled, “It’s tricky, gettin’ used to new balance.”

“So you’ve said.”, she mumbled, almost bitter but mostly tired.

A wince, and a sigh, “...Yeah. It... It takes a while to get used to but- if you decide you want me to, I’ll help ya figure things out. When you’re ready.”

She got up slow, Cyclonus following, and stumbled onto her still-new feet and landing against Whirl’s chest. His arms went around her and he kissed the top of her wavy mop of hair as he hugged her tight. She was still for a moment, then returned the embrace.

The moment passed, and then Whirl released her and stepped back- his hands cold but gentle on her shoulders, “You have a good day with Cy, m’kay? The kids are already off to school- Perce and Ratch’ll get ‘em in a few minutes. They’re on half days for a bit longer. Drift is on dinner duty, and Brainstorm’s got dibs on homework hour.”

Mimi nodded.

A careful squeeze of her shoulders, and he was gone. Cyclonus offered his arm to steady her, and they walked through the quiet house and out the front door.

Mimi’s alarm clock sat silent- the digital face dark. The cord hung limp, unplugged from the wall.

Later, it would be replaced by a small envelope. Marked with shakily written glyphs for Dri, filled with words he had never been good at saying.

She liked the Primal Temple’s gardens.

They were quiet, they were calm. They were walled and lonely in all the right ways....

They were safe, to someone who’s dreams felt the exact opposite.

#pastelwrites #humanformers #crim is going to punch me for this