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[kudosmyhero]

Transformers: Infiltration #4

Read Date: February 19, 2023 Cover Date: April 2006 ● Writer: Simon Furman ● Art: E.J. Su ● Colorist: John Rauch ● Letterer: Tom B. Long ● Editor: Chris Ryall ◦ Dan Taylor ●

**HERE BE SPOILERS: Skip ahead to the fan art/podcast to avoid spoilers

Reactions As I Read: ● (cover) we've got Bumblebee hanging off a tank's cannon--I'm not sure if it's a real tank or a Transformer--with Ratchet looking on in concern. The purple and gray flyer… is that Starscream? (nope, it's Blitzwing) ● pg 1. Three years ago, Akron Ohio, Verity having trouble with placement in foster care. Her caseworker seems amazing. ● pg 2. Now in NW Nebraska, Verity is lowering herself down a shaft of some kind while the boys watch from above. ● pg 3. Ratchet and Bumblebee--or at least their human holoform things--are up there as well ● gah, holo-Bumblebee has a creepy smile as well!

● basically they're running an errand for Prowl to get evidence for something that will warrant an alert status upgrade ● the three humans are so tiny next to the Decepticon equipment. ● pg 9. Verity is about to open something… ● pg 10. uhh skeletal remains of someone in uniform ● pg 11. this really spooks Verity but she pulls up her angry outer shell to deal with her fear--just like her caseworker saw 3 years ago ● pg 12. Ratchet and Bumblebee are so cute

● eep! But Skywarp and Blitzwing come at them from above! ● the flyers are there to destroy the base ● Ratchet and Bumblebee tell Hunter, Jimmy, and Verity to abort stat. Verity wants to check one more thing first… ● aw! Bumblebee has a cannon that pops out of his hood ● Bumblebee wings (heh) Skywarp with his laser, while Ratchet takes on Blitzwing ● Ratchet uses Blitzwing's paranoia/overactive optic sensors to spook him with a well-placed flash that causes the jet to veer into some trees ● Ratchet goes to make sure his opponent is out of the fight, but he takes a huge blast to the chest ● Gah! who's the tank?! (I'm still learning) ● yiiiikes I think Verity just walked in on Megatron ● 👏👏👏👏👏

Synopsis: Three years ago, a young Verity Carlo meets with a social worker after running away from yet another foster home. Her social worker sees right through Verity's tough façade and states that all she sees is a girl "in a world of hurt and pain".

In the present day, Hunter O'Nion, and Jimmy Pink watch as Verity rappels into the depths of an abandoned Decepticon fortress in the wilderness of Nebraska. Using their holomatter avatars, Ratchet and Bumblebee watch on; Ratchet is adamant that when this escapade is over, the humans are going home, while Bumblebee warns the trio to watch for booby traps.

As the two boys follow Verity into the shaft and split up to investigate, Bumblebee confides to Ratchet that he thinks that the Autobot medic might be right—but to change Prowl's mind, they'll need hard evidence that something's wrong… and the humans fall into the "acceptable losses" category if it means getting that evidence.

In Dallas, Texas, Drake meets with a group of humans in the Epsilon Holdings building—a front for the shadowy group known as the Machination led by Abraham Dante. Jolly reports on recent events: a series of anomalous vehicle attacks throughout the southwest United States have led the group to conclude that the "visitors" are moving into the next stage of their operations. Having received a homing signal from their deceased operative Stoker, Drake and his team of operatives are dispatched to "accelerate" their "acquisition strategy…"

Deep inside the Decepticon bunker, Verity discovers a strange sight: a jumbled series of glowing green tubes, each one big enough to hold a human. Ignoring Jimmy's warnings, Verity goes ahead and opens one… and is immediately confronted by the gruesome sight of a rotted corpse wearing a military uniform. Despite the shock, Verity manages to compose herself and move on; as she does so, however, she's unaware that, topside, the two Autobots have visitors of their own in the shape of Skywarp and Blitzwing. Paying no heed to the Autobots, the two fliers launch a massive bombing run on the base, forcing the two Autobots to outrun the explosions!

Ratchet yells for the humans to evacuate the base as fast as possible; while Jimmy and Hunter comply, Verity, determined to make up for losing her cool earlier, ignores Ratchet's orders and goes to investigate the last section of the base. As she does so, battle breaks out as the Autobots try to buy time for the humans—Bumblebee pits his superior processor speed against Skywarp's teleportation power and comes out on top, while Ratchet shoots Blitzwing out of the sky. When the medic goes to make sure that his opponent is downed for good, however, he's not so lucky, and is quickly taken out by a volley from his opponent's tank mode…

…and, underground, Verity discovers that she's not the only occupant of the Decepticon fortress as she enters the last room of the base and comes face to face with its other occupant: Megatron!

(https://tfwiki.net/wiki/Infiltration_issue_4)

Fan Art: TFA Blitzwing by Kath-the-shadow

Accompanying Podcasts: ● Swerve's Bar Podcast - episode 07

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[elitaxne]

I'm excited to announce I'll be joining my friends over at the Swerve’s Bar Podcast for the Extra Life 4 Kids Game Day Nov 5th-6th !! I'll be playing on behalf of Children’s Hospital Foundation of Manitoba — an amazing children's hospital that has personally helped my family greatly over the years, and a charity that is near and dear to my heart.

Help show your support by donating now HERE !!

Catch the 24hr stream hosted by Kilobyte Prime on Kilo's Twitch and watch my non-gamer ass fail at some games... for charity !!

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[lapisdragon01]

I did a quick Q & A segment on a podcast some friends of mine run! I'll be appearing on that podcast quite a bit in the future, now that I've joined their Transformers themed DnD campaign!

If you're interested in watching/listening to the Q & A episode, click Here!

#transformers #dnd #podcast #swerves bar podcast #maccadams #mtmte

[swervesbarpodcast]

Get ready to meet another fantastic Artist. This week we interview the fabulous @LFlowerdrop and find out how they first got into Transformers and the special secret they use for making amazing art!

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[loveofbots]

Gently lays down. I want to tell Swerve that I like listening to him talk and that I genuinely love having him around and that he deserves to be listened to more- you don't have to do a write or headcanons if you don't feel it I just want Swerve to know he's loved and the world needs to HEAR IT

Anon listen you’re so right here have some headcanons as a treat

Based on me n a couple of buddies going over what makes a cybertronian physically attractive/cybertronian beauty standards (which I will go into another time) Swerve is actually pretty hot! However it's canon that a mech will prefer someone's personality over their looks, and that's why Swerve gets no bitches

If Swerve ever found out how big of a fanbase he has online, he would explode, reform, and then explode again. Not only does he have an autistic fascination with humans, he would be THRILLED to know we have an autistic fascination with him.

He knows undertale exists, and yes sans is his favorite character.

I really think he's smart. That bitch must have a LOT of memory to contain all of human media plus cybertronian knowledge plus bartending knowledge PLUS his old degree (he's educated!!) And I think this is why he and Skids and Nautica get along. They are all fucking nerds

I'd love to start a podcast with him. Like a weekly Lost Light podcast with a catchy af name. Just talking about whatever went down the last few days, he does little advertisements for his bar, reader gets to bring up new human concepts to him/learn cybertronian concepts n stuff. Just overall good cheerful fun.

Swerve is nonbinary, or at least doesn't abide by a binary in general. Gender is a human concept and for cybertronians it just doesn't make much sense. If you were LGBT+ on the lost light he'd be your number one supporter. That's all for now! I love me some Swerve boi

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[vernadskova]

Guy laughing at a podcast so hard he swerves into oncoming highway traffic and flies over the railing. The paramedics fish him out the car, battered corpse clutching phone with "my life ending explained" in the search bar.

#sorry im bringing this back

[lapisdraws01]

The Knights Of Cybertron from my Transformers DnD one shot on the Swerve's Bar Podcast Love these silly guys! Link to the one shot HERE!

@hexamis @killobyteprime @swervesbarpodcast

#transformers #maccadams #dnd

[arizonaautobots]

A few of our members had a fantastic time guest staring on an episode of the Swerve's Bar Podcast! Be sure to check out the episode! The podcast is entirely Transformers themed, so be sure to listen to their other videos as well!

You can listen to the episode Here!

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[watermelonlipstick]

Dreams, Chapter 8

If you haven’t read this series before, you might want to start on Chapter 1, or check out the Dreams Masterlist! Here’s the series description:

When Dean dies for good leaving Sam and his girlfriend (the reader) behind, they must figure out how to carry on without him. Alone, reeling, and unsure what to do next, trying to honor Dean’s memory and follow their hearts gets even more complicated when their nightmares become dreams that feel a little too real.

Title: Dreams, Chapter 8

Pairing: (past) Dean Winchester x Reader, (eventual) Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1416

Summary: A dream starts to change the reader’s perspective on her life with Sam.

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, s l o w  b u r n

           It took weeks but the physical touch you’d gotten so used to came back one handhold at a time until finally it seemed like maybe Sam had made peace with The Sledding Incident. You never forced it, didn’t say anything because you didn’t want to push him away. Waiting felt like starving with a ten course meal on a silver platter in front of you, but it paid off. Whether he realized he was rewarding you or not, the space to let Sam process was met with absentminded hands slipped around your waist at the grocery store, non-secrets hummed into the skin of your jaw and neck as you stood just barely too close, loose pieces of hair tucked behind your ear when you washed glasses at the bar. The positive reinforcement limited the clinging you’d been doing since you’d first driven away from the bunker, knowing that the less you clawed at Sam for scraps of attachment the less he felt like you were in too deep to receive it.

           Repair by repair the cabin started to feel more like yours. The bathrooms got painted a faint baby blue that reminded you of long cloudless afternoons in Sioux Falls and Sam taught you some basic plumbing to fix the water pressure in the shower. It was only slightly less gross than you thought it would be, but Sam was so excited when you put the plumber’s joint caulk on perfectly that it made up for the limescale gunk under your nails. When you worked, Sam pretty much stopped playing podcasts and books, relying instead on an ever-changing kaleidoscope of music Dean would never have let anyone play in the Impala. Some of it you were pretty sure Sam didn’t even like, almost as if he was trying to learn a new culture by jumping in headfirst.

           You kept writing in your journal like you were sending letters back home to Dean from summer camp, giving little updates on the cabin or Sam or ridiculous drama you heard at the bar. At night you and Sam would talk about what should get fixed next and sometimes if you were feeling tough you’d watch Sam look up at the ceiling, hair splayed out on the pillow around him like a halo while he told a story about him and Dean growing up or times you’d been away from them on the road. Every once in a while you’d heard Dean’s perspective of the same event and would give them like a little gift to Sam. His eyes would go soft, hanging on your every word and letting his mouth quirk up a hair at the corners. You’d laugh together, often sadly but surprisingly sometimes not, winding into the crook under his arm and playing the tapes of the memories in your head.

           More and more frequently, you’d have good dreams—or rather, non-nightmares. Dean would get hurt and survive or you’d all be on a job together. Right before you woke up he’d be just about to say something important, warn you of something serious but couldn’t spit it out fast enough. It was frustrating, but so much nicer than waking up on soaked pillows that you just put it in a letter to Dean and tried to move on with your daytime projects and nighttime bar work. Some days it felt like you were going to be okay and then the next you’d be impaled on grief so hard you couldn’t even breathe around it. And yet, always Sam to tie yourself to and slide into the next day.

           It’s cold but bright, the sunlight reflecting and magnifying itself on the snow blanketing the landscape. Salt crunches under the tires of the Impala, just barely louder than the engine and enough to be aware of through a ZZ Top tape. You’re almost on the edge of drifting asleep on the windowsill when Dean grabs your arm.

           “Hey, come on, you can’t leave me.”

           The urgency in his tone jolts you alert. “Why? What’s going on?”

           “I don’t know how much time I have left. There’s a lot I need to tell you.”

           “We haven’t even picked up Sam yet,” you answer, in the self-assuredness of dream logic. “How bad could it be?”

           “It’s me, baby. It’s really me. Dead, everything, the works. I need you to focus, I don’t know how long I can stay.”

           Some small sub-sub-conscious part of your mind jolts to attention. It feels honest, or at least the closest to honest as you had wanted to be in a while. You let yourself indulge it.

           “You, like—really? It’s really…?”

           “Yeah, it’s me. I—I don’t know how to—” and you stop him with a furtive kiss, all hunger and no grace, just wanting to feel what it was like to be against him again.

           Dean swerves a little when his eyes open, momentarily dazed. “Christ, I forgot how good that was.”

           “I don’t—how are you…?” you murmur, having a hard time not only with the information but also with the juxtaposition of your conscious and subconscious knowledge.

           “No bullshit, I’m communicating beyond the grave. Don’t tell Miss Cleo,” he answers, the smirk twisting your stomach like a wrench.

           “Are you okay? If this is what it’s like to be dead then Sam and I will be here the second I wake up, we’ll just come to you—"

           “Babe, I wish you could but it doesn’t work like that. It’s not even really supposed to work like this but Cass is pulling some strings. I only have until your subconscious realizes what’s going on and kicks me out.”

           “What? How?”

           “The separation between living and dead is a little bit thinner when you’re asleep. It’s actually pretty cool but it’s going to take a while to explain.”

           “Okay, right, got to be fast. Fuck, I miss you so much.”

           “I miss you too, kid. More than I can explain. But listen, baby, I’m so proud of you for making it this far. It’s going to be okay, I promise. Sam will take care of you, and I know you’re taking care of him the best you can. I don’t know how long I have until you wake up. I’ll keep trying again to come to you, but until the next time I get to see you, my firecracker, you’re so tough. You can do a lot worse than Sam, and I would never, ever hold it against either of you. I’ve been trying to send that—been trying to ram my head through this fucking door about a hundred times by now actually—but if it hasn’t been coming through strongly enough, I’m sorry. I can’t imagine what the fuck I’d be doing if it had been one of you—probably would’ve drunk myself to death by now to be honest—so the fact that you’re so worried about whether necking is going to raise my soul from the depths is actually sorta sweet. Love is complicated and the lines get blurred; I get it, especially now with some damned perspective. As long as I’m still going to be your guy when you get here, that’s all that matters to me. You’re it for me, kid.” He traces a light finger down the side of your cheek and it sends an ache straight into your stomach, makes him look lost for a beat as he takes you in.

           “Dean, I love you. I can't—I can’t even tell you how much I love you. I never got to say thank you for all the things you—”

           “Hey,” he says, grabbing your chin and holding you still to flick his gaze between your eyes. “I know. There’s no time. You don’t have to say that to me, I know. I always knew. I’m going to try to get to Sam too, but he’s—the angels are shocked at the shit that’s happening in his brain. Makes sense, you know, after everything he’s gone through, but I guess it makes it harder to slip through the cracks. But here: if I can’t do this again; if this is the last time I talk to you until you get back to me, I love you, and I’m going to keep loving you no matter what. The two people I love most in the world being together could never be bad to me, and I will alway—”

           And you woke up.

-

Continue to Dreams, Chapter 9

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[kudosmyhero]

Transformers: Primacy #4

Read Date: May 21, 2023 Cover Date: November 2014 ● Story: Chris Metzen ◦ Flint Dille ● Art: Livio Ramondelli ● Letterer: Chris Mowry ● Editor: John Barber ●

**HERE BE SPOILERS: Skip ahead to the fan art/podcast to avoid spoilers

Reactions As I Read: ● since I’ve been watching the Transformers original cartoon for the first time since I was about 4 or 5, I read all of Soundwave’s dialogue in that terrifying/kick-ass robotic voice of his ● heheh, Starscream’s reaction when the flyers start falling toward him:

● Trailbreaker, MVP! ● woo-hoo, Grimlock! “You may have been stronger, Blackwall, but I fight dirtier.” yas, king ● I don’t know who this Slinger is, but… he probably didn’t deserve to go like that. yikes ● shiiiiit, Bumblebee ● eeeee, callback to the cartoon! ● Megatron’s corruption was cleansed a little too easily, imo ● 👏👏👏👏👏

Synopsis: The vision of Pentius he has just witnessed leaves Megatron disoriented and distracted as the Decepticons' aerial forces bombard the Autobots' command position, but soon, the villains' tactics start working against them. The atmospheric alterations brought on by the acid rain they previously unleashed starts to affect the Decepticons' systems, and they begin dropping out of the sky; once on the ground, they are met in battle by the fighting-mad Autobots—joined at last by Omega Supreme—who have survived their bombardment thanks to Trailbreaker's forcefield. Leaving his men to fight, Megatron makes for Trypticon's fallen body, hoping to transfer Pentius's spark out of the giant before the Quintesson restores him, in order to save Cybertron from being consumed by the beast. Before departing, he gives Soundwave one last order: if he fails, burn Iacon to the ground to spare it that fate.

Elsewhere on the battlefield, Hot Rod comes up against Onslaught, but is saved by his old friend Slinger, who now sees the error he made in joining the Decepticons. No sooner have the two comrades made peace, however, than Slinger is ripped limb from limb in a surprise attack by the Predacons, leaving Hot Rod to face them alone. Fortunately, help soon arrives for the young Autobot: having slain his old foe Blackwall by stabbing him through the head with his firesword, Grimlock rallies his Dynobots and brings them to Hot Rod's aid. Hot Rod and Grimlock take on Razorclaw together, and Grimlock shatters the Predacon leader's jaws by pulling them apart with his bare hands.

Megatron easily fights his way through the Autobot unit at the base of Trypticon, but is given momentary pause when faced with Bumblebee, who can see fear in Megatron's eyes. Though impressed with the little 'bot's courage and perception, Megatron impales him on some debris and carries on his way. Optimus Prime spots his old enemy and heads after him; Motormaster tries to bar his way, but as the two charge each other in vehicle mode, Optimus proves himself King of the Road, barrelling into the Stunticon leader and hurling him aside. Omega Supreme deals with the rest of the Stunticons, preventing them from interfering with Optimus's mission, and the Autobot leader soon catches up to Megatron atop the fallen Trypticon's head. As the pair engage in combat with energy weapons, Megatron cryptically warns Optimus of the threat posed by the Quintessons, and tries to goad the Prime into killing him, seeing it as the only way to destroy Pentius—the essence of whose spark remains fused to his own—before he can revive Trypticon. Realizing what Megatron is trying to force him to do, Optimus offers to help him find a way to destroy the malign presence, but Megatron believes it impossible without his death. Optimus refuses to accept this, and unleashes the power of the Matrix of Leadership; its burning white fire successfully eradicates Pentius, but Megatron expresses no gratitude, vowing instead that he will never stop hating Optimus despite what he has done for him. Optimus, sadly resigned to the fact that the spark of the 'bot he once considered a friend became corrupt long before Pentius influence touched it, knocks the weakened Megatron out with a single punch.

Moments later, Prime addresses the Autobots and Decepticons via a huge hologram broadcast, announcing Megatron's defeat, calling for an end to the fighting and vowing that the Decepticons will face justice. Megatron is subsequently imprisoned, and Optimus's surety in, and dedication to, the Autobot cause is left stronger than ever.

(https://tfwiki.net/wiki/Primacy_issue_4)

Fan Art: 033.5 by BOREZET

Accompanying Podcast: ● Swerve's Bar Podcast - episode 04

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[pbandjesse]

We are home! I am sorry my posts were so late. I promise I wrote them on time. I just really didn't know we weren't going to have any service. Like at all. We would have to go all the way into town to get even a bar. And I wouldn't get data again until we were more then an hour from where we were camping. It was wild.

But today was pretty good! I was more exhausted then I anticipated. I am a little worried about how exhausted I am going to be this week based on that. But honestly I had the best weekend. Even with some hiccups.

They were only little ones. Like when I forgot the hammock straps. I was able to make work what I had. And then James forgot shorts and sandals. And I forgot my pocket knife. At least the one I like the most. We weren't able to go tubing, which made me a little sad. But then we couldn't find proof that we had bought the tickets for going to the cave today. And I was just so upset.

But it was mostly me being upset because I was tired. I was very cold last night. I was like glommed on to James because I was shivering. So I didn't sleep the best I guess. I woke up because I heard Evan and Noelle. So I got up and got washed up and dressed. I had some issues with my outfit. But it was fine. I just wanted to be comfy.

We spent the morning packing and organizing. James and Evan were mostly cooking while me and Noelle were packing. JAmes would take the tent apart. We were all a great team. It was a lot of fun actually. Breakfast was great. And I was in a good mood even if I was sleepy.

James made a big deal about how well I put everything in the car. Made me feel all proud. And once all the dishes were clean and I cloroxed all the table clothes, we got in the car and we were off.

We left a little after 10. The plan was to get to town to get some service and then figure out when our tickets were for.

But we couldn't find the tickets. We couldn't find any proof we bought tickets. I was very frustrated. We tried calling but it didn't work. James said lets just go. It will be fine. But it was almost 2 hours away and I was just getting myself very worked up.

I tried looking at the website to see if they had availability but it wouldn't work and we kept going in and out of service. And I was trying not to have a panic but I was just super upset and tired.

But James tried their best to be a calming presence. And I fell asleep.

I woke up when a deer ran in front of the car. James swerved and it was fine but we got a little scared. I would doze a little more. And it was okay. But yeah. I was very tired.

We got the Penn's Cave. And I couldn't be a part of the conversation, finding out if we had tickets at will call. I went to the bathroom. But when I came out James was walking out with the tickets! We were going to get to go!!

I felt so much better after that. The tickets were for 130. So we had about an hour to waste. But that was all good. We went through the gift shop, which was honestly excellent and hokey and great. James bought me earrings. And then we went to the snack bar to get sandwiches.

I was afraid I was going to knock something off the table because it was very full of stuff, and so I handed James the bag with the earrings in it. And then they knocked over a full cup of coffee. On me, on themselves, on the floor. It was kind of a mess and I was so upset. I was just so full of aniexty today and I felt like it was all my fault.

But I went to tell the workers we had a spill, James cleaned up the table. And we were fine. But I was still upset. I enjoyed my sandwich but I was having trouble shaking off my feelings.

We would go sit outside after that. Made sure we had anything we needed. Waited on a bench. And eventually we were able to go down to the cave!!

It was beautiful. I really loved the fish. And the water was a beautiful milky color from the limestone. When we did get on the boat our tour guide was great. I think everyone's favorite part was the beaver that lives in the cave!! We saw him napping. The guide told us that in the winter when they don't have the tours during the week the beaver will try to build a dam and they have to keep cleaning it up every Saturday. It was great.

I got dripped on a few times. Which is good luck. And I enjoyed seeing the elk and reindeer when we got out of the cave for them to turn the boat around. It was great. I had a great time. I sort of wish we also did the nature tour. But that leaves something to do next time? Sometime in the future. Plus we were all very sleepy.

We said our goodbyes. And then we were on our own.

I was very upset again. For stupid reasons. But I knew it was because I was hungry and tired. James said we could go get donuts. But they were an hour away. And then the phone wouldn't connect to the car and it was a whole thing. But I just needed to sleep.

So I put on a podcast for us, and I conked out.

When I did wake up we were close to donuts. We got a half dozen. And some caffeine. And then it was just one more hour to home.

I was so excited to be back here. Even if it was to warm. I was super excited to see sweetP. Who cried a whole bunch. Me and James got everything inside and mostly unpacked. We had to put things away that needed to be cleaned first so we worked on that.

We would take a moment to breath and open mail. I was excited that the half birthday present James got me came! They got me the papershoot camera I wanted. That has been sold out forever. Its a digital camera that shoots like film, with no screen or anything. Its so cute. I got the doodle red one. I think I might do like, a monthly download of the pictures maybe? Im not sure! But Im excited.

We would order pizza. And lay together on the couch. A few times getting up to put things away. And once dinner was done I took a great bath and I feel so much nicer now. And very ready to sleep. I hope its easy sleep.

Im looking forward to camp. Its the last week of overnight!! And then just one more week! I hope its a fun one.

[lapisdragon01]

Hello, hello! I'll be doing a charity livestream on Twitch with Swerves Bar Podcast (hosted on KillobytePrime's stream) where I'll be playing a variety of games! This schedule isn't 100% accurate for me in particular, but it has a great outline for my team! Stop by for fun and donate to a good cause on Nov 5th!

Here's a link to my Twitch!

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[swervesbarpodcast]

Do you like Steve? We like Steve! Get ready as a new trailer for Transform & Roll Out! Eons drops this Friday! Featuring Elita-1, Starscream, and many more!

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half a dexnursey au that sprung up after listening to heat waves for too many hours! caps are part of my drafting process. as is purple prose.

Derek swears he’s going crazy.

The first time it happens, it’s lucky the highway is empty, because the heat shimmers above the road look like blue sky at first and then there’s a person—

Anyway, he swerves two lanes over to avoid it and thanks his lucky stars there are no other cars in sight, but when he looks over—

Plain asphalt.

Maybe he needs more sleep?

But then it happens a second time and he ends up veering off of the small country road into the dusty sideROAD and it happens a third time and he’s boxed in by two huge semis so he has no choice but to drive through the person who turns to look at him he swears—

But when he opens his eyes and un-hunches his shoulders and looks around, there’s nothing. The hood of his car is empty. There’s no one in his rearview mirror.

The car behind him honks.

Derek lets his foot fall a little heavier on the gas.

Okay, what the hell.

He’s going crazy. For sure he’s going crazy. Because he’s sure as hell not drunk and he’s sure as hell not high so there’s no reason for him to have seen, clear as day, standing in the road shimmer, a man with autumn-red hair and molten gold eyes staring him down.

That night, he checks into a hotel and calls Chowder.

Chowder, while a delight to talk to (and chockfull of baby updates, he and Farmer have the best daughter), has nothing concrete to offer other than I don’t know, man, have you been getting enough sleep?

Derek thanks him for his concern, asks how the Sharks are doing, listens patiently, and then hangs up.

The next morning, he hauls his ass out of bed at 6AM, gets burnt coffee and an overly-processed muffin from the hotel breakfast bar, slides into his car, and sets out again.

It’s not hot enough for heat shimmer to form for several hours. Derek listens to podcasts, then switches to music when he gets bored, then switches to silence when he gets bored again, then switches to audiobooks when his thoughts spiral too far AND TWIST AROUND EACH OTHER.

The tedium of the road is a comforting one. Freedom within confined safety; a whole wide world, just outside of the shelter of the car. Trees blur into fields blur into rock, blur into scrub blur into homes blur into wild, the steady rumbling of wheels beneath it all.

The sun rises.

He stops for gas.

OTHER PHRASE.

The road stretches out before him when he gets back into the car. Late afternoon; it’s hot. He turns up the A/C, takes a drink of water. Not many others are on the highway. Silver shimmers up from the road, here and there, HEAT LIGHT FUCKERY.

He’s engrossed in AUDIOBOOK when the pool of silver at the bottom of the hill suddenly flashes, almost blinding. Derek tries to blink away the spots—

The car slips into the shimmer.

Everything stops.

He’s in his car still. His car is still very much there. As is the road. As are the trees. The rocks. The scrub. The homes, off in the distance, dotted around the wild.

It’s just all tinged silver.

Frozen.

Derek goes to roll down his window—stick a hand out, check if there’s wind, normal investigative STUFF—when a voice comes from the passenger seat.

“Don’t do that—”

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More Than Meets the Eye #4- Man, Talk About Timely, Huh? It’s Time for the Plague Storyline!

Issue #4 opens up with First Aid writing in his diary about the less-than-stellar working conditions at Delphi medical center, and it’s not because Ambulon caught him reading Wreckers fanfic during office hours for the eighth time this week.

So, here’s the thing: you can’t be demoted from doctor to nurse. That’s not how that goes, because doctors and nurses aren’t on the same career path ladder. A doctor can have certain accesses and privileges taken away if their performance slips, or can be moved to a different ward or transferred to another facility, but outright demotion to nurse status isn’t a THING. If anything, First Aid would be performing nurse duties to cover for the fact that Delphi seems to have a grand total of three staff members for the entire outpost. Hell, they’ve had to outsource their mental health checkups to a guy who was in orbit over Cybertron until a couple months ago.

But anyway, something’s up at Delphi, and it all started when they let a couple of Decepticon surrendering combatants inside. These two dudes were running from the Decepticon Justice Division, a group who basically super-murder any Decepticon who’s decided to do a runner from the Cause. The DJD’s base of operations is in the same general area as Delphi, which seems like maybe not the best idea for the Autobots when it came to outpost placement, but it seems to be working out pretty well for the surrendering combatants.

Pharma shows up, and is ready to throw them back outside- he’s the big boss, so he can make that kind of call- but after a little detective works they figure out that the two don’t have their t-cogs anymore, having had them removed for religious purposes. Ambulon sees them as the exact opposite of a threat because of this, not to mention him having a soft spot for surrendering ‘Cons, and manages to convince Pharma to let them stay, and also not violate the Autobot Code, Article 7, which states that all surrendering combatants must be granted safe haven. Ultra Magnus would be proud.

They lock up the Decepticons, slate them for a patch up, then things get complicated as it turns out, they’ve got a branched spark. The last time we saw a branched spark, things didn’t turn out so hot, and it looks like things have started going similarly downhill.

But enough about the horrific deaths of dozens of robots on a frozen planet, it’s time for bar shenanigans!

While Skids prepares to commit an act of violence on a droid that’s done absolutely nothing to him and is just trying to do its friggin’ job, Swerve reveals to Ratchet that he’s decided to follow his dreams after all and open a bar. He doesn’t have all the paperwork turned in yet, per se, but he’s working on it. He hands Ratchet a free drink to celebrate the off-panel event of the Lost Light having found itself on the map again, and Ratchet, who’s apparently never heard of a shot, gripes about the portioning.

Of course, he might have a bit of a point, as the drink seems to shrink more and more as he talks to Swerve about the fact that they’re both giant nerds who were subscribed to Wreckers: Declassified.

Was non-war-related entertainment just not allowed for the last four million years? No wonder the war went on for so long- everyone was so steeped in it they forgot how to function like regular people. Since the logs were beamed directly into the brain, I can only imagine the amount of physic damage that last entry caused.

The reason Ratchet’s brought up everyone’s favorite podcast is that there was a new entry last night- odd, considering that Ironfist’s been dead for a couple years at this point. It was just a series of seemingly random numbers, or at least it would have been, if Ratchet wasn’t a good doctor who kept up-to-date on his medical news.

My my, I do wonder which Wreckers: Declassified subscriber could have sent those statistics on Delphi out into the aether.

As luck would have it, the Lost Light isn’t terribly far away from Messatine at the moment, which is the planet Delphi is on. Ratchet decides it’s time to check things out.

Over in Rodimus’ very pink room, Ultra Magnus wants to have a discussion about Tailgate, and the fact that he wants to be a Decepticon. This is, obviously, a problem, considering the fact that everyone on the ship, who wasn’t stuck in some sort of hole or alternate dimension for the last six millions years, is staunchly anti-Decepticon. Magnus laments on the fact that now that the war is over, he has to start seeing people as people, as opposed to cogs in the machine. Magnus is one of those guys who functions better with structure, which the Lost Light doesn’t really have a ton of.

Rodimus tells Magnus to lighten up a bit, before he pulls something trying to bring military regulation into civilian life, and says that he’ll handle the whole Tailgate thing.

Back down on Messatine, Ratchet’s dragged Drift and Pipes of all people into his little visit to Delphi, and they’re rocking up to the scene on the MARBs- Mobile Autobot Repair Bays. This is Pipe’s first space adventure, and he’s really happy to be here!

We’ll see how he feels a little later in the day.

As the boys make their way over to the plot, Drift and Ratchet lay a bit of groundwork down for future storylines, then arrive outside Delphi to find the door locked and spray painted with a big ol’ X.

Shane McCarthy slipped James Roberts a twenty to set up a slowburn between his OC and Ratchet. Let’s see how that pays off.

Pipes decides to do a thing and crash through the entrance like a hooligan. It goes about as well as one could expect, though we do a pretty sweet and unnecessary flip from Drift out of it.

We’re going to need to soak Pipes in rubbing alcohol for a good hour.

Ratchet yells at Pipes for busting into a medical outpost that clearly wasn’t meant to be cracked open like a cold one, not to mention knocking over at least three hospital beds.

Then a sick guy shows up and Drift flips the hell out and slices up a guy so hard Pipes has to remove his visor to watch the insanity unfold.

The whole “sword murder” thing doesn’t really gel with the idea of “do no harm”, so Ratchet and Drift get into it a bit before First Aid shows up and starts drawing on Pipe’s face.

Back on the Lost Light, Rodimus is keeping his promise and dealing with Tailgate, with the help of Rewind, resident historical archivist and the guy who’s about to rock Tailgate’s fucking world in under 12 seconds.

Okay. So.

The thing about recorded history is everything has a bias. No matter how impartial the recorder attempts to be, no matter how detached, there will ALWAYS be at least a little bleedthough. Now, while it’s unlikely Rewind’s been in direct combat, because he’s friggin’ tiny and turns into a data slug, and while he doesn’t seem the patriotic type, he’s still an Autobot. He’s only been on one side of the war, so most, if all all of his archive, is built from the framework of being surrounded by Autobot mindsets and propaganda. It would appear that this isn’t the first time Rewind’s done something like this, if he already has the upload time committed to memory down to the tens decimal. If he’d been asked to do this prior to the conclusion of the war- very likely, considering it ended a few months ago- what are the odds that he was asked to frame things a little more in favor of his own team? Pretty good, I’d think.

Guys, I don’t think Tailgate is having a good time with the history lesson.

Needless to say, any concern over Tailgate wanting to be a Decepticon is pretty soundly quashed after this.

Back over with the plague plotline, First Aid gives Ratchet the rundown on the symptoms they’ve run into at Delphi.

You fucker, you got that line from Wreckers: Declassified.

Delphi hasn’t been able to call for help, because even if they didn’t have their hands full of liquified robot, communications have been out since something went off and broke pretty much everything in the outpost, general health and well-being included. First Aid suspects a dirty bomb, curtesy of the DJD. The tour of the facility ends in the medical bay proper, where Ambulon is hard at work trying to keep folks alive.

Ratchet looks over the scene, and notes that the older patients in the ward aren’t crying their literal eyeballs out. Weird, that.

Ambulon shows off their super-secret patient, who is kept in shadow for the reader, to keep the suspense going for a bit longer. Mystery patient’s been in an “everlasting coma” since he got here, and while Ambulon and Pharma don’t think anything can be done, First Aid’s willing to get weird with it.

Earlier in the issue, it was mentioned that Ambulon didn’t think First Aid took any initiative. Turns out, First Aid does, and has, just not on things Ambulon agrees with.

It was at that point that Ratchet decided he rather liked First Aid.

Back with Tailgate, he’s returned to his room to confront Cyclonus, who’s busy doing something on the computer. What exactly isn’t revealed, and never will be.

Tailgate is really cross about the fact that Cyclonus let him walk around on a ship full of Autobots claiming he wanted to be a Decepticon. Of course, it’s not like Cyclonus knew he was going to be such a loudmouth about it, otherwise maybe he would have told him to maybe NOT do that, if only to prevent his life getting further muddied up by a war he wasn’t even around for.

Tailgate’s gotten really worked up over this, because that’s just how he is as a person, and even goes so far as to punch Cyclonus in the arm in his frustration. He apologizes almost immediately, but the bear’s already been poked, unfortunately.

Oh, honeybunches, you are going to be regretting that move for the next five years.

But not before the customary “pulling away from the one guy who’ll even talk to you because you don’t know how to properly react to anything anymore" thing.

Back on Messatine, we find out where Pharma got to- he’s been locked into the quarantine room by accident, and will remain there until all technopathogens are completely dead. This will take millions of years.

That seems like poor planning for such a room.

Or, at least, it would be, if Ambulon was still running the show.

How the fuck has Ambulon survived this long without dying of stupidity?

As Ratchet starts trying to get Pharma out of his glass case of emotion, Pipes is starting to not have so much fun on his first-ever field trip.

Yaaay, space adventure!

Ratchet warns Drift not to kill Pipes- repeatedly- and Drift manages to do that, though it looks a little dodgy for a second, as he bonks the little guy on the head and knocks him out. Ratchet’s managed to get Pharma out, and Pharma immediately runs for the prison cells, saying he’s figured it out.

Ambulon carries what’s left of Pipes back to the emergency ward, and Ratchet holds the little dude’s hand while they get him hooked up to some feeds. Drift starts bleeding from the eyes. Awesome.

Enter Pharma.

Today just keeps getting better, doesn’t it?

Turns out those two Decepticons from earlier got out of their cells somehow, and they’ve got guns. Things aren’t looking too good for the Autobots.

Well, I mean, if he says it’s fine, then I guess…

Yep, our mystery patient is none other than Fortress Maximus, warden of Garrus 9, victim of Overlord, and glorified lock-pick for the Aequitas chamber. He’s looking a lot better than the last time we saw him, in that he’s got some limbs attached to that torso of his, and also eyeballs. Good for him.

#transformers #jro #mtmte #issue 4 #maccadam #Hannzreads #text post #long post #comic script writing #overthinking about robots

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I decided to make an original animation meme based off of the song Below The Surface! For this, I used my DnD Oc- FrostFang/Lazuline- from The Swerve's Bar Podcast!

#transformers #transformers oc #tf oc #mesothulas #tarantulas #animation meme