Tumgik
#lost light au
bucketwingthoughts · 4 months
Text
Tumblr media
First post on this blog merry christmas and this is taken from my lost light au where starscream gets stranded on the lost light for Christmas (or whatever cybertonians have i know there were xmas specials). he is feeling a little excluded because he's an outsider then Megatron finds him and has a gift for him and the two of them just have a good time.
may write a ficlet for this !
213 notes · View notes
silverxwords · 1 year
Text
@dontpetmeibite replied from here: 
“You’ll manage it if you know what’s good for you,” she says, stepping lightly to sit between his thighs as she transforms her thumbs out of her dewclaws.
“As for the other thing, I’m still firmly convinced that I hallucinated it, and you will not convince me otherwise.” She presses all her weight onto her forepaws on either side of the base of his spinal strut, and begins to knead right where the plates overlap, hooking her thumbs between layers of plate. There’s a twisted wire on one side, which she uses a single claw to pull back into place, careful not to pierce the protective coating.
Megatron rumbled again, but it was more amused than anything else. “I’ll do my best.” he assures her. “I’m sure Magnus wouldn’t mind covering at least a half shift. It’ll give him a chance to catch up on paperwork.” 
He’s about to say more, but then Ravage presses just so and his words dissolve into a groan of relief, tensed cabling easing slightly as she begins, a slight flinch and then another sigh when a wire is hooked neatly back into place.
“I wish that I’d hallucinated them.” he grumbles. “Or that I could blame the whole Primus-forsaken thing on my ration.”
73 notes · View notes
i-am-drift-locked · 1 year
Text
Comm to Megatron and Rodimus (@silverxwords & @matrix-chosen)
Getaway is, apparently, plotting a mutiny.
cc: Ratchet (@there-had-to-be-a-better-way) Ravage (@dontpetmeibite)
PS: yes Ravage I know. I owe you money now.
15 notes · View notes
dontpetmeibite · 1 year
Text
Rodimus' comms return to life.
=^^=:: I'm sorry, Rodimus. You can put everything back when this is all over, but we were in really big trouble and I had to act fast. Are you okay?
=^^=:: No-one but me will receive your response. Except Ratchet. And Drift.
=^^=:: ...and Soundwave
{Rodimus: picked too many idiots}
{Megatron: injured but resting}
{Deadlock, confirm?}
Telepathy is uncomfortably loud. Especially when it's also really pissed off.
::I changed my name, Soundwave!::
::...but yes. Checking him every 2 breems to make sure he's recharging not dead. so far so good.::
::Send coordinates! Ravage, what have you done? You're not supposed to be out of the berth I put you in!::
=^^=:: I'm not? By the way does anyone know where the SIC is?
((@matrix-chosen))
10 notes · View notes
kytherion · 1 year
Text
Comm to Rodimus (@matrix-chosen)
::I'd like to speak with my conjunx endura, please.::
8 notes · View notes
earthstellar · 2 years
Text
Fallout / MTMTE + Lost Light AU Concept: uh oh, feelings
just messin’ around lol but uh oh I wrote up some stuff for this idea below the cut, read on if you enjoy fucking up characters that you love
assorted background development notes for this concept:
-the Vault program was created by Jhiaxus, then Shockwave tried to shut it down, hence empurata-- now Shockwave is a program administrator who was responsible for coming up for 99% of the most fucked up vault experiments
-shit escalates when the Decepticon movement starts gaining ground; the government uses this as an excuse to go Fully Atomic (or Cybertronian equivalent), thus leading to the vaults being engaged
-most vaults are located in the largest city-states; places like Praxus, Iacon, etc. but also in areas like Rodion where there are just conveniently huge populations of people in dense slum neighbourhoods to really, really fuck with :(
-timescale: let's assume everyone is in the vaults for roughly the same duration as the war lasted canonically (centuries)
who ends up in what vault:
okay, these are Fallout vault experiments and somehow I'm a published horror writer, so my ideas here are almost certainly going to be really fucked up.
content warnings: medical abuse, psychological distress, addiction, kidnapping, cult-like fictional religious ideology, solitary confinement, forced body modification, probably more although I have done my best to tag everything I can think of here so please proceed carefully 
if you love putting beloved characters through hell, proceed with due caution below the cut!
(also because I'm gay for robots, I'm doing Dratchet first, so fair warning for y'all, it is possible this content may result in Feelings.)
Drift: Monastery Inspired Solitary Confinement Vault
Drift, shortly after being repaired by Ratchet post-overdose, ends up evacuating into a solitary vault in an alley after the sirens on street level start going off and is automatically shut in by himself-- the door was set to close and lock externally after one Cybertronian lifeform registered as having entered.
No comms, radio signals, etc. can penetrate this vault; Drift is alone. The only recreational/activity materials in the vault are religious in nature,  and over the centuries, this is what drives Drift towards spiritual enlightenment-- Only this time, he is genuinely unhinged about it, having struggled severely with the lack of syk / stims in the vault with which to taper himself off of his addition.
Between a brutal forced cold-turkey cut off from syk and the total isolation over such a long period of time, Drift comes out of it having swapped out his circuit booster addiction for applying his addictive tendencies to his one-bot cult; Obsessive prayer cycles beyond what is reasonable, initially to fill the time and create some kind of schedule or structure for himself, then gradually he started to pray out loud just to hear a voice (even just his own), then he began to build effigies and icons of the Thirteen Primes and Knights of Cybertron and essentially occupies his time by devoting himself to Primus and genuinely, fully investing in the only engaging thing he can do: Creating his own little temple.
Over time, he does indeed become a true believer. Being alone for so long, he at first occasionally hears a voice here or there, but can still recognise it as being a trick of the mind, a need for socialisation driving his processor to generate whatever it can to fill the space left by absent others.
But eventually, he starts getting more and more mentally exhausted, desperate, and has a low point in which he starts talking to himself aloud almost constantly during waking hours, becoming frantic when this no longer provides any degree of self-soothing effect.
When he breaks out of this, he is mostly quiet-- He no longer feels the need to try talking to himself or creating any kind of socialisation-mimicking stimuli. It is a temple; It should be quiet here. For prayer.
Endless, lonely prayer, although some are still read aloud when appropriate or called for by the scripture. Constantly maintaining items and icons which have no way of getting dirty-- They are cleaned regularly. Daily. It gets obsessive.
When the vault doors unlock automatically after X number of centuries, Drift does not notice.
It is Ratchet who eventually discovers Drift's vault, and ventures inside.
--
Ratchet: Look, Primus-- No Hands!
Fuuuuuck.
Okay.
Ratchet was on his way back from doing his charity medical work, trying to get back into Iacon to take shelter there.
Little did he know, Jhiaxus had already caught out Shockwave, and had a shortlist of all the people close to those who had been planning on assisting Shockwave in destroying the Vault Program.
This included Orion Pax, and all of his friends.
This included Ratchet.
So, as a result, Ratchet does actually make it back to Iacon once the sirens start going-- But he is caught before he can enter the nearest vault, and is knocked unconscious just outside the giant vault door.
He is taken to another vault entirely, by Enforcers working under the direct orders of Jhiaxus.
This vault has been designed by Jhiaxus himself, personally. As were all the vaults made for the bots on his special shortlist. Shockwave's Traitors.  
As such, it is not a solitary vault;
It is a vault full of seriously ill patients.  
Some are acutely, critically ill and are dying. Others are chronically ill with long-term conditions, likely to have poor outcomes regardless of anything, but not in palliative care (not yet, at least). Some require extensive care or complex treatment, but are not actively unwell.
It is a fully equipped hospital-style environment, with adequate supplies and maintenance materials for all the machinery and other bits and bobs.
But Ratchet wakes up there with no hands.
His servos have been removed, and for good measure, his arms have been soldered off about halfway down both forearms, with internal cabling intentionally frayed, melted, and individual cabling filaments destroyed to make repairs as difficult as possible-- If any repairs can be made at all.
None of the other bots present in the vault have medical training, knowledge, or experience.
He is the only medic in a vault of about 50 complex needs patients.
The facilities and tools etc. are all there-- But Ratchet can't effectively use hardly any of it, and it takes more time than some of these patients can afford to train anyone else who might be capable, as much as certain types of training would be possible to provide, anyway.
The early days of being in the vault deeply traumatise Ratchet.
He is forced to watch several patients die within the first few weeks alone, who he knows he would have absolutely certainly been able to save otherwise.
Gradually, he does train up two of the patients, who have long term chronic conditions which will eventually result in expected earlier than average deaths, but for a time, this makes the situation manageable.
Over time, however, it is inevitable that more patients die-- Either from natural causes as a result of their conditions, or because Ratchet is simply physically unable to provide the level or type of care needed;
A patient here or there suddenly takes a turn for the worse and needs more complex aid which his two makeshift assistants can't provide, or more than one patient becomes critically ill at one time and his assistants are occupied trying to stabilise the others, so he is left alone to watch someone he could otherwise have saved die in front of him.
It is a vault designed to be hell for Ratchet, and it really is.
Eventually, all of the patients die. His two assistants are among the last to die, as their conditions were relatively manageable, although still ultimately degenerative or otherwise resulting in requiring some period of palliative care before their expected death.
Jhiaxus is a piece of shit, and had the lock on the door of the vault timed to coincide with the death of the final patient.
Once they're all dead, the door opens automatically.
Ratchet goes forth, and winds up finding Drift's vault after he went back to his old charity clinic in Rodion / the Dead End, planning to shut himself down there if he can manage to do it.
--
They Find Each Other: Cybertronian Wasteland Let's Goooo
He doesn't do it.
Instead, he goes looking around for any other bots that might be in the area; These slums were highly populated, after all. Maybe someone else is around.
His hands are gone, but his medical coding isn't; He's wired to look for any survivors. To deliver whatever aid he can, at least.
(More stuff happens, but it starts to rain and it's corrosive, so he dips into the alley... And sees a door to a vault slightly askew.)
He goes in, and finds a beautiful temple-like interior, totally devoid of others...
...Until he hears a very quiet prayer, just loud enough to echo in the totally empty vault. 
Someone is alive.
He goes further into the vault, looking for where the voice is coming from, struggling with some door latches here and there but otherwise it's a very spacious vault, with far larger hallways and rooms than his hospital-style vault--
--And in the lower level, there is a massive single open room with a shrine/altar in the centre, with life-sized icon statues of the Thirteen Primes in immense detail placed in a circle, and Drift is kneeling in the middle of it praying out loud.
(More stuff happens here, too.)
Initially, Ratchet can't help but express his bitterness and frustration in regards to Drift's one-bot cult and religious ideology which results in near-violence now and then, while Drift for an extended period of time at first struggles to believe Ratchet is real and treats Ratchet like a vision from Primus, believing him to be a "lesson" or "mission from Primus", so there is some ableism which throws Ratchet off completely because he still struggles to acknowledge that he is disabled himself and it's overall a very difficult start for both of them.
Gradually, Ratchet is able to acclimate Drift to being around another person again at least enough to reintroduce some semblance of stability on a more consistent basis, eventually helping to address as much of the negative psychological/emotional effects of long term isolation as far as any of that trauma can ever be functionally resolved,
and Drift assists Ratchet with all kinds of things, including Ratchet's own trauma and helping Ratch come to terms with his disability.
They become a couple, once Ratchet feels reasonably able to reassure himself that Drift is mentally healthy enough by that point in time to genuinely consent to a closer relationship. 
Because I'm not a completely deranged asshole lmao, they do eventually manage to reasonably well balance each other out, and make about as good of a life as anyone possibly could in such a situation with one another.
(Ratchet does not have a shortened lifespan in this AU, but I will spare how they ultimately die for the full story if I ever get the time to write all this up in full.)
--
HOPEFULLY I DIDN'T DEPRESS ANYONE WITH THIS, BUT I PROBABLY DID LMAO I'M SORRY
50 notes · View notes
grimxark · 8 months
Text
Wrote a little ficlet based on AU i made like a week ago that I haven't stopped thinking about. It is rodimus/drift but one sided and drift is kind of a dick.
Here it is : )
3 notes · View notes
cobalt-cougar · 9 months
Text
Posted at the entrance to the oxygen farms on Sanctuary Station:
So far as we know, the green turbofox does not have an owner. He is not causing any problems, however, so please leave him alone. We are not sure how he is reading the posted notices, but, like the sparklings who play here, he is better at following the rules than many of the adult mecha who come here.
Howlback Stanixa Chief of the Station Security Committee
2 notes · View notes
Nearly five million years and he's still taking care of these kids.
He wouldn't change it for anything in the universe, actually.
Pharma once asked him if he ever felt bad about knowing how many Autobots had been killed because he kept those three alive when they were young and stupid.
It had hurt at the time.
He knows Drift is lying about not being hurt and it irritates him, but he also knows that it's a stupid and misguided act of love.
How the hell did Magnus get stuck in his armour.
3 notes · View notes
keferon · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
In shocking turn of events Drift appears to be a boomer
2K notes · View notes
silverxwords · 11 months
Text
When he wakes, again, it's quiet. The lights are dimmed-- did he sleep the day away?
He feels.... better. Stronger. His thoughts come more easily, though that same clarity thankfully remains. He is done with the war.
... Should he try to check on Ravage? Is she even in the secure wing?
46 notes · View notes
i-am-drift-locked · 1 year
Note
:: ...best knife cat... :: (@matrix-chosen )
:: I love you ::
:: also where are you? ::
:: also again did you ACTUALLY challenge her to meteor surf? ::
13 notes · View notes
dontpetmeibite · 1 year
Text
Deep in defragmentation, while her mind puts everything that's hers into its proper place, and her Recordings from the Lost Light into her partitioned storage, she rests.
She's almost home.
Somehow, they'll all be a family again.
There'll be adjustments and amends that will have to be made, but they can do that. They'll all be together.
They'll all be alive.
3 notes · View notes
kytherion · 1 year
Note
@stalwartcommander asks: "Ah-- may I have a moment of your time, Soundwave?" Ultra Magnus asks, carefully.
Tumblr media
"Of course. And welcome to Sanctuary, though all you've seen of it so far is from the outside."
(He must be feeling relatively comfortable. His syntax is almost normal. At least right now.)
"Are you aware that over eighty percent of the minds I've felt just walking around on this ship are angry at Getaway because he screwed everything up and used unacceptable means of obtaining compliance, and not because they feel you and the captains deserve to maintain your roles? I'm not actively trying to read them. I'm having to use all my training and assistive technology to shield myself from their hatred."
Soundwave sighs. "They want Megatron dead. They want me and my conjunx dead, too. We will not permit these people to go without fuel or necessary medical care while things are being worked out, but they will not be permitted to enter the Station.
"As for you, and Rodimus, and the others...I don't force anyone to stay here at the Station against their will, but the place is called Sanctuary for a reason, Ultra Magnus. The Lost Light is not safe transport for you, its Captains, Ratchet, Drift, or the rest of the people who helped Ravage and I get you here. You are welcome to claim temporary asylum here until you can safely go back, as long as you do not proselytise the Primalist cultus or the Autobot Code to my people."
0 notes
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
i've been asked multiple times for Awake Barnaby so instead you get messy lights out Laughingstock doodles
815 notes · View notes