Dating Cayde-6 Would Include

Genji headcanons because i cant stop staring at him 👁👄👁

oh my this gif is so pretty

this isnt a headcanon, this is canon, i just wanted to say it: have you seen that man's ass?!?!?! double cheeked up frrr

smack it

catch him off guard

pinch it or something

you'll leave the man confused for days

tend to his wounds because the man fr needs healing smh

as your tending to his injured state, lay kisses all over his face

tell him how cool he looks, it will definitely boost his ego in a good way

tell him he's hot, he deserves it, just know that he will deny it with a bright red face

you and him definitely make fun of Hanzo, it's just required

he gets really insecure about his scars and the fact that he is literally mostly cyber, so please tell him otherwise

give him all the words of affirmation you have because it always does make him feel better

DONT TOUCH HIS SWORDS OR ANY WEAPONS FOR THAT MATTER

1. he doesnt want you to get hurt

2. those are his life, so if you touch them he will lecture you for an hour

he is little spoon

that's canon

mhm

confirmed

if in the moment he wants to be big spoon, he will bury his face in the crook of your neck

he will also just do that when he is little spoon, but cuddling you back

it's little spoon, but he's facing you, ya know?

he doesnt snore, he just has cute little breaths <3

he likes making fun of you, but never to hurt you, just to play about and it's cute because he really gets himself and you giggling

play videogames with him

especially stardew or animal crossing, i just so those chill games as his vibe

i also think he loves botw, so cuddle him as he's just exploring the world

he would introduce you to zen and y'all would kick it off immediately, trying to pull pranks on genji

pick flowers for genji, he's a sucker for it

get him a cat and he will be yours forever

make fun of his bowlcut from when he was a kid and feel the wrath of more than likely a tickle or pillow fight

when you and kiriko are together, you are taking Genji DOWN

just expect a lot of love and sweetness from Genji <3

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How would it be a first date with Jack, Hanzo and Moira? 🌸 Also loved the hc thank you so much 💖

Sure thing, anon. Actually I wrote this a long time ago but they were in Spanish (Versión en Español (pt 1) (pt 2)) so I just translated them. I hope you enjoy them, and I hope my english isn’t too bad. Aaaaaaah kill me UvU

Soldier 76

Give this poor man a break. He just wants to fall in love again.

But he want a pure, long lasting love

I think the first time he asks you out, he takes you for a walk at dawn in the park.

He offers you his elbow so you can walk by his side.

During the promenade you guys would talk about well, everything.

Don’t expect a lot of details about his private life yet; he will need a lot of time to trust you entirely.

If you get tired, Jack would look for a bench with a nice view so you can sit a while and keep talking or just stare in silence.

Old habits never die, he accompanies you to the front door of your house and doesn’t go till you get inside. 

Hanzo

He is not the kind of guy that goes out with anybody so he would have to like you a loooooot to ask you out

Hanzo’s perfect date is a tea/coffee place where you can sit and have a nice talk.

Don’t you even dare to pay! He wouldn’t let you even if you invited him first.

At the beginning he would be serious but don’t worry it’s just part of his personality. After all, he’s trying to impress you with his modals and etiquette. 

Yes, even in a small coffee, he’ll make sure to keep his composure.

I think one hour will be enough for him to start having a more get-along attitude.

If the talk gets better maybe Hanzo would offer you small smiles every now and then.

You’ll notice that he’ll stare a lot, there’s nothing wrong; he’s just taking notes.

Don’t expect a first date kiss. He is attracted to you but he’s a reserved person. Plus, he doesn’t want to ruin such a nice date with a childish kiss.

Moira

She’s not the one to invite. You’ll have to invite her first.

Museum date, where she can share with you her knowledge and views on the pieces of art. Actually, it’s pretty interesting, she knows how to keep your attention.

A date with Moira could be a bit uncomfortable

She’s too sarcastic and her humor it’s not for everybody. But you’re on a date with you, right? That means she’s interested so she’ll try to make a better conversation. 

You’ll find yourself mesmerized by her admiring the museum.

If she really likes you, you’ll hear small compliments dressed as insults like: “Uhm, you surprise me.” After you say something smart.

Moira stays into the museum until closing time. Actually, a guard had to ask you to leave.

 Anyway, you go to a bar and have a drink after that.

She takes you back home.

No kissing. Maybe just a small peek on the cheek or on the back of her hand. 

dating genji shimada

You knew him when you were an assistant under Dr. Ziegler

One day you saw Genji with no limbs and half dead

So you helped Dr. Ziegler attach him

During the process, you thought that Genji was kinda cute and very handsome

Continua a leggere

“So, how do we…?”


“I think it’s like…”


[ID FOR PIC ONE: A blue robot/Exo (Cayde 6) and a woman with black hair and green earrings (Jessie) sit side by side. Cayde’s hand is on the back of Jessie’s neck. Their expressions are longing/intent. ID FOR PIC TWO: Cayde and Jessie, still sitting side by side, are kissing. Their expressions are blissful.]

I’m waking up to ash and dust I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust I’m breathing in the chemicals I’m breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus This is it, the apocalypse [x]

On The Nature Of Light

“The Light...well, it's a funny thing.

It's unique to each Guardian, the draw of their Light. No two energies are the same. That's why I could pick my brother out from a sea of Stormcallers if I really wanted to show off. I know the crackle of his Arc and the buzz of his Light like I know the weight of his presence, the shape in which he takes up space—it's a signature so electric and so uniquely him. I know it so well that it surprises me when people don't notice him.

But apparently, there's even more to this story. Somethin' I just found out.

See, you spend time with someone for long enough, be intimate with them long enough, and somethin' real funny happens with your Light:

It leaves traces. Imprints.

I go up to my partner and I can feel it. Within the smolderin' furnace of Solar Light radiating from his body, I sense it. It curls through his systems and courses through his mechanical body—a slithering line of Void tanglin' with his Light. It's small, yet its draw is strong. Potent. Heavy. I can feel its presence in my chest like how I feel the snap of a tether when it breaks; it's intrinsic and second-nature, as natural as breathing. I can feel the way his flames interact with it. Instead of swallowin' it, they merely embrace it, envelop it, accept it as if it were one with him.

I found myself wonderin' if he feels it too, that piece of me within him. I wonder if he can feel the mark I've left on what is the closest thing to a soul we have.

Then, I wonder if he's marked me.

I found that if I close my eyes and focus real hard, I can sense it. I can sense the roaring flame within the empty expanse of my Void Light, flickering so brightly within the abyss, refusing to be devoured. Yet the gaping darkness merely cradles it, holds it, kindles it so that it burns for the rest of time.

I can feel the spark of his Light burnin' bright in my chest, warming me from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. I feel the imprint he's left on me, the piece of him I carry with me everywhere I go.

I feel the marks our Lights have left on each other.

And I smile.”

- from the journals of Echo-3

Genji being scared of a thunderstorm? (Blackwatch era?)

!WARNING! This work contains anxiety attacks. 

                          𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗 𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙰 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖

Staring out the window in wonder, whilst keeping an eye on the monitor for all your patients, you silently hoped that everyone was sleeping soundly. 

This storm had raged on, and only a select few could go on missions at the moment. Mainly the more important ones, such as supply runs and thwarting talon missions. 

Spinning in your office chair, you took another sip of coffee, you managed to convince Angela to take the night off since she had taken the night shift the day before. It didn’t matter much to you, sure, you were tired. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t work. Angela tended to work until she broke. And as a medic, that was not something you couldn’t risk Angela falling asleep on the job. There were too many people to patch up, too many kids (young adults really, you called them kids as an inside joke) getting themselves hurt trying to be a hero, and some actually becoming heroes, diving in front of a bullet to save civilians, a friend, or someone else of importance. 

You sigh deeply, taking another sip of your coffee, it's still hot, thanks to the coffee machine being only a few feet away. At the moment, you're scrolling through your phone as well, playing a few time burner games that you downloaded to make this shift less boring. 

However, it seems that whatever has control over destiny thinks differently, as you hear one of the beeping noises increase rapidly. 

It flashes red at you, this could be a sign of many things. Fear, Panic, Maybe even...ew. You remembered the first time you walked in on a patient doing that in the middle of the night. 

You pull your lab coat onto your shoulders, grabbing a medkit, and rushing down the hall. 

Typing the code for the room, the door slides open, and you see a familiar, yet sweaty cyborg on the bed, clutching his shoulders, almost in a self hug. 

You can see that his knuckles are white on his fleshy hand, and his metal one is digging into the flesh of his still intact arm. 

You hear him breathing heavily and rapidly. Panic Attack. Another flash of lightning fills the room, and he seems to panic more, jumping at it and his breathing becomes even faster, heavier than before.

You softly place the medical kit on the table farthest from him.

“Genji?”

No reply, however, his eyes flick up to you, before they turn back to the ground. 

That was a good sign at least, he wasn’t too wrapped up in his head at the moment. You may be able to calm him down quicker than the other doctors have.

“Genji, I need you to count down from ten.”

Genji gives no reply at first, before his eyes clench cut, muttering something under his breath so quiet that you barely hear it. 

“Genji, what do you need right now?”

He is silent at first, before shaky fingers gesture to the window. 

You turn to the window at the opposite end of the room, slowly, you walk over and press a button next to the window, instantly the noise from outside is no more, and a dark black shade draws over it.

The room is dark for a moment before the lights slowly turn on, then again, it's not like you’d need them, Genji’s LEDs would light the room up anyways. 

You turn to him, see Genji, his breathing less labored, still in a panic mode, but thankfully not as bad as before. You were certain if Genji didn’t tell you about the window, he would’ve passed out. 

“You’re safe here Genji,” You say so softly. “You’re alright, it's just the thoughts that are doing this, nothing else.”

He still doesn’t reply, eyes blown wide and still clutching himself, but his breathing has slowed a tad bit more, you’re a bit closer now, and you can see that he’s trembling. 

“I’m here, Genji.” 

No reply again, but you don’t expect one either. 

“Just keep breathing,” A pause. “Can you count to ten again?” 

Genji’s eyes slam shut, and his head falls into his arms, but you can still hear him breathing, there are breaks between his breaths, you know he’s counting. 

It takes about ten minutes for him to calm down, throughout it, you’re there, coaxing him, occasionally rushing outside to silence any rowdy recruits that returned from missions. But you’re there. 

The second time you turn, his breathing has returned to normal, his face is drenched with sweat and tears, his hair sticking to his forehead. He avoided your gaze, refused to acknowledge your presence, and you don’t hear a thank you from him either, not that you care of course. 

Genji says something softly under his breath. Maybe a thank you. 

You turn to the medicine kit, grabbing alcohol pads and a few bandaids, as you see the area where his metal hand was gripping his shoulder is bleeding.

His eyes are wide and wild, he seems ready to attack you, slit your throat, but he looks like that all the time, that’s what the other doctors say. In all honesty, you did too. You were terrified of him, you weren’t confrontational, more passive unlike some of the other doctors. You heard the news of when Genji had first woken up when he learned what they had done. He was so angry. So many doctors were injured, not that he had done it on purpose, purely accidents, he didn’t want to hurt anybody on purpose. It was when Angela started to treat him that he calmed down. She was strong, yet so kind and gentle that it even managed to sweep Genji off his feet, you remembered that one week that Genji had a crush on her. 

It faded afterward, you fixed his prophetic every now and then, mainly oiling and helping him maintain them. 

It was often moments like this that you thought what could’ve happened to this man, this young man, who could’ve thought to this to someone so young. Staring at his scars in wonder. You learned not to stare too long, he took it wrong and told you to leave.

But your hands come to his arm anyways, he flinches, just as he usually does, you don’t even get to look for assurance before he relaxes. 

The pad is placed on his shoulder, he watches you work, his eyes never leaving the wound you’re treating. 

The small band-aids are placed down.

“Better, right?” You ask.

He nods slowly. Fingertips briskly touching the bandaids. His hand falls to his lap. 

“I’m sorry,” A pause. “For waking you.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You didn’t wake me Genji, I was on shift.” 

Genji doesn’t say anything after that. 

“If...you don’t mind me asking...was it one of those nightmares again?”

Genji looks at you, then shakes his head. 

“It was the storm wasn’t it?” 

He is silent, but you see his eyes flicking back and forth. Slowly, he nods his head. 

“Alright, next time, I’ll remember to tell the doctors to close the window-”

“I can handle it.”

You stare. 

“Genji, you had an anxiety attack, because of the storm?”

Genji scoffs. “So? It happened once, I’ve been fine other times.” 

“Genji, I’ve treated plenty of patients, it doesn’t just happen once, it’s a trigger.” You pause. “I know that you tend to let your mind get the best of you-”

“I let no such thing happen!” He snaps, eyes narrowing. 

You shake your head. “Either way, I’d keep the window closed, at least until the storm has passed.” 

Genji doesn’t reply, even after you pack up your med kit and leave the room. The door shuts, and you let a sigh escape your lips. 

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“The storm?” Angela asks the next morning. You shake off sleep yet again. 

“Yep, figured it was because of it,” You pause. “He asked me to close the window while in the middle of it.”

Angela sighs. “Well, you were right about it being a trigger.” A pause, from her this time. “When his brother attempted to...kill him...I remember it storming heavily.” 

You raise an eyebrow.

“So..” A yawn escapes you. “He’s fine in small storms, but heavier ones he isn’t?” 

Angela shrugs. “I suppose, he will not tell me the specifics. I doubt he ever will,” She sighs. “But, I do not want to pressure him either, I’m glad you were able to help him.”

You shake your head. “Ah, it was nothing really. Better than having to patch up Mcree. Acts like he’s facing the execution block when I ask him what’s wrong.” 

Angela stifles back a laugh. “Since we’re on the topic of Mcree, he and Genji have been getting along fairly well.”

You blink.

“No way, really?”

Angela nods. “Genji surprisingly talks to him, he hasn’t uttered a word to me, unless it's a thank you, or to yes and no questions. You’ve fared a little better is what I hear. But Genji speaks to Mcree in full sentences!”

You smile. “Well that’s good, he’s probably doing a little better if that’s the case.” 

Angela sighs. “I hope so.” 

You slowly get up from the table, stretching. “Well, I’m gonna head to bed, see you tomorrow Angela.”

“Goodnight (Y/N), and sleep well.”

You turn the corner, walking down the hall, waving at a few med-bay regulars before you come to your room. The door slides open, and you fall onto your bed. However, you hear shuffling next to you. 

Your head is picked up before bright green fills your vision, and your eyes widen, nearly falling off the bed. 

It's long, glowing brightly, and...it places a small mushroom into your lap??? 

You give the creature a look before it drifts away, disappearing quickly. Staring at the small mushroom in your lap, you look around the room. You can stay up for twenty more minutes.

You rush down the hall with the mushroom in hand. Carefully not to damage or drop it. You come to the gardens, finding a few cooks gathered. 

“Hey, Bart, look at this!” 

Bart, the tall, large build chef turns to you, peppers in hand. “Ah, what’s that ya got there?” 

“Dunno, it's a mushroom, but I need to know what kind so I can take care of it.” 

You gently hand the mushroom to Bart, who examines it, before giving it a sniff. “Why it’s a button mushroom! Smells fresh too!” 

“Well?”

“Follow me, I’ll help ya plant her!”

The two go into the closet, Bart grabs a small light blue pot, placing it in your hands, as well as a bag of manure. You almost topple over from the weight. You place the manure on the ground and Bart opens the bag, grabbing the cup and scooping manure into it, and placing it inside of the pot. 

The mushroom is planted inside of it. 

You smile softly. “Thanks,”

Bart turns to you as he wipes his hands off on his pants. “Any time,” He pauses. “Where, did you get that anyway? We don’t have a shipment of those coming until next Friday.” 

You shrug, staring at the tiny plant. “Dunno, some weird...green lizard thing gave it to me before I went to bed.” 

“Hm, was it glowing?”

You nod. “Sure was, almost got blinded.”

“Ah, that oughta be Cheeseburger!” 

You blink. “What?” 

“Well, I call them cheeseburger, little devil that thing is. Nobody knows what it is, all it does is steal food and mess with people. It does like to get pet behind the ears though if you can catch it that is.” 

You chuckle lightly. “Then why would it give me a mushroom?”

Bart shrugs. “Maybe it likes you.” 

You turn back to the mushroom.

“Yeah, sure.” 

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I've done one of these before with a different set of words, but got a fresh batch and it's a fun easy way to showcase writing.

My words were: refuse, deep, kiss and beach.

Refuse

V hesitated. “And if I refuse?” Jenkins tilted his head at the hint of insubordination. “This isn’t a request V. And take this.” He pulled a stack of paper eddies out of another case and set it on the table. “Use this money only, find the right people for the job - no corporate affiliation. And for the core task use someone you know. Inside and out. Are we clear?” “Crystal.” She reached down and pocketed the stack of eddies.“In that case, I’ll await your report. My AV is waiting outside, it’s yours to use. Don’t disappoint me.” V turned and quickly left the office. Jenkins started another holo call as she passed through the doors. She almost ran down the hallway. Fingers shaking, her heart was going to explode out of her chest, and everything around her was moving too slow. She wrenched her desk drawer open and relief washed over her as she took a hit of the neuro stim. She eased herself down into her chair and leaned her head back at the ceiling, with the neuro stim she could finally think clearly.

Deep

She turned around. The man was taller than Jackie by a few inches. His shaved scalp and last-gen military grade cybernetic eye cut an intimidating figure. V guessed he was probably a detective but, with the faux fur lined coat and the one earring, she couldn’t make up her mind if he resembled a pimp or a pirate more. He was tan and broad shouldered, muscles hidden underneath his coat. V noticed the cybernetic hand and decided on pirate. Toss in a hat and a hook. She might consider him decent looking if he didn’t have such a deep scowl marring his features. V blinked, that hit to the head was talking awfully loud.

Kiss

Warm lips caught River by the corner of his mouth, spanning the scant space in between them. He angled his head toward her to correct course and meet her fully. Tentative. Questioning. V leaned into the kiss, hands coming up to cup his jaw, asking for more. Slender fingers traced heavy down his neck, stumbling over the sleeves of his coat on their journey. Cool glossy fingertips tempered his heated skin, running over his chest and along the muscles of his arms. Breath mingled as River bent forward and kissed V back, sharp edges yielding to softness. Too close, too far. It wasn’t enough. River looped one of his massive arms around V’s waist, coat and all, to draw her closer.

Beach

River unlocked the door to his apartment and leaned heavily against the doorframe once inside. He stared blankly out the tiny sliver of a window he had, a small glimpse of the ocean in the distance. River wouldn’t call it beach front property, but it was a damn sight nicer than some of the other places he’d lived. He heaved a sigh. There were no cockroaches waiting for him at the door. Shucking off his boots, he hung up his coat and secured his revolver, before making his way to the shower. The hot water did okay at washing away his afternoon but did little to erase the events of the past week. He ran his hands over his face, deciding the stubble was a problem for tomorrow. Toweling off and throwing on a pair of sweatpants, he fell face first into his mattress like a sack of bricks.

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Your words should you choose to accept your mission: soft, neon, blood, & haze.

Megatron 2.0 (Galvatron): I am you! I am what you are, what you were and what you always will be! You can never escape from Unicron! No matter how many times that you try to redeem yourself, no matter how many friends you have. You will always be…a monster! 😈

Megatron: No…NOOOO!!!! AAagh!!! *breaks his evil reflection in the mirror, causing it to shatter* I’m not…I’m not! *sob* 😞

June Darby: Megatron? Are you okay? 😟

Megatron: *gasp!* June! You scared me. 😳

June Darby: Who were you talking to? 😕

Megatron: N-Nobody! Please, mind the glass. I don’t wanna get blamed if you got yourself hurt because of the mirror I just shattered. *embarrassed* 😬

June Darby: How can I help you? You know, if you ever need some helpful advice or some help, let me know and Ratchet and I will help you. 😧

Florence Castle's HEROES OF CYBERTRON - Ep. 02: LOCKDOWN

Ho deciso di alternare gli Autobot e i Decepticon in modo da variare gli argomenti. Così la serie non sembrerà monotona e noiosa. Ora vediamo l'episodio di oggi...

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PUNTATA 2: LOCKDOWN, il cacciatore di taglie

Con il prossimo soggetto è meglio non scherzare. Basta solo nominarlo e le reazioni scatenate tra i fan si alternano tra urli di giubilo o vergognosi fischi, se non addirittura insulti più o meno pesanti. L’unica magra consolazione è che LOCKDOWN non appartiene a nessuna fazione dei Transformers, quindi né Autobot né Decepticon.

Sebbene sia uno dei pochissimi Bot misconosciuti a causa delle sue origini relativamente moderne, Locky detiene una discreta popolarità nel brand, complice probabilmente del fatto di essere un cacciatore di taglie con il macabro pallino di collezionare i cimeli degli sfortunati Bot che ha incrociato lungo il cammino, pur detenendo “solo” quattro trasposizioni nell’universo Transformer. Non è certo un bravo ragazzo come Samus Aran, la survivalista spaziale in armatura arancione protagonista della saga Nintendo Metroid, ma possiamo semmai definirlo un “cazzuto bastardo” à la Wolf ‘O Donnel di Star Fox, sempre della Nintendo... oppure ai vari Deathstroke o Lobo della DC Comics. Le analogie tra questi personaggi sono comunque inquietanti tanto quanto il Bot in sé!

Quest’ultimo, dicevamo, nasce in epoca moderna, più precisamente nella serie Animated del 2008: il suo esordio risale all’episodio Il Brivido della Caccia della Stagione 1, nel quale si presenta come un rivale di vecchia data nientemeno che di Ratchet – e inutile dire che questa puntata sigla l’esordio anche di Arcee, la cui tragica fine rappresenta le radici della rivalità tra il vecchio Autobot e il cacciatore di taglie. In questa prima veste, Lockdown è stato paragonato a Testa di Morte, il Bot che nei fumetti G1 Marvel UK si scontrò più volte con i Transformers di entrambe gli schieramenti. Ma se quest’ultimo era un cacciatore di taglie con un balordo senso dell’umorismo che lo rendeva simpatico, Lockdown è invece la sua controparte dark: non solo per il suo stretto legame con i Decepticon, ma anche per la macabra natura della sua passione collezionistica, che prevede la raccolta di pezzi dei nemici caduti – il che spiega il suo assetto asimmetrico quasi alla strega di un patchwork. Non è ironico che, secondo Derrick J. Wyatt, il nostro Locky doveva in origine essere un bizzarro mostro di Frankenstein robotico, poi cambiato per sposarsi meglio con il ruolo assegnatogli dalla sceneggiatura; il risultato è una figura “reminiscente a un teschio per la testa” con tanto di code simili a quelle di una giacca... anche se, per quanto mi riguarda, il viso di Lockdown ricorda abbastanza vagamente quello di uno dei Kiss! Estetica a parte, il suo arrivo nel brand ha rappresentato una ventata d’aria fresca all’epoca: se già il fatto di non essere allineato a una delle due fazioni lo rende difficile da classificare per l’ingenua mente dei giovanissimi – perennemente radicata alla dicotomia bianco/nero e buono/cattivo – la sua totale immoralità lo rende praticamente inaccessibile.

È proprio questa popolarità nata da Animated che ha spinto gli addetti ai lavori, a ridosso del 2010, a rilanciare il personaggio di Lockdown nel Movie-verso di Michael Bay, sebbene rimanga solo una mera comparsa nei fumetti ad hoc della IDW, da La Vendetta del Caduto in avanti... almeno fino a quando, nel 2014, esordisce anche sul grande schermo in TRANSFORMERS 4: l’Era dell’Estinzione. Sfoggiando un’inedita livrea completamente nera priva degli iconici spruzzi di verde e un’altmode che al confronto lo stesso Sideswipe impallidisce perché è una Lamborghini, Locky si presenta al pubblico nuovamente come “cacciatore di taglie non allineato con nessuno”, che viaggia per la galassia in cerca di tesori a bordo di un’enorme astronave, anche al costo di scontrarsi con gli Autobot di Optimus Prime. Inoltre, rispondendo soltanto ai capricci degli enigmatici Creatori/Quintesson, Lockdown si tiene alla larga dalla guerra tra Autobot e Decepticon, e vede entrambe le fazioni come un branco di schiamazzanti bambini sempre in lite tra loro, che egli stesso deve tenere a bada pur di mantenere una parvenza di ordine nell’universo. È, a tutti gli effetti, l’antagonista principale di tutta la pellicola (seguito a ruota dallo pseudo-zombie Galvatron e al misterioso Stinger, il guerriero rosso “ispirato a Bumblebee ma migliore in ogni senso”), ma finisce infelicemente tagliato in due da un furioso Optimus Prime, forse per vendicare tanto la morte del caro amico Ratchet quanto le vessazioni subite a lui e ai suoi compagni caduti.

Di recente, nel cartone Cyberverse del 2018, Lockdown appare inaspettatamente retrocesso a un mero guerriero Decepticon appartenente al gradino più basso della gerarchia. E come tutti i protagonisti della serie, anche lui ha un design che è la summa di tutte le sue incarnazioni precedenti: è squadrato come un G1 ante litteram ma ha le borchie e l’uncino al posto di una mano proprio come l’omonimo Animated – e retroattivamente anche il suo altmode, sebbene nella serie non si trasformi mai in veicolo.

Naturalmente i ragazzi della IDW, sempre nel 2010, hanno avuto la bella idea di trasporre il personaggio anche nel cubettoso universo G1… anzi nella cosiddetta “G1 moderna”, da con confondersi con quella “classica” da cui tutto il brand ha avuto origine! Nome a parte, perché questo “G1 Lockdown” venisse alla luce, l’artista Alex Milne ha insistito nel voler progettare un design originale per il personaggio, ma quest’idea viene subito accantonata; la Hasbro, infatti, gli chiedeva invece di usare l’aspetto che Locky aveva nei fumetti di Revenge of the Fallen; non solo, fu l’editore Denton J. Tipton a suggerire allo sceneggiatore Shane McCarthy di inserire il personaggio anche nel G1-verso, trasformandolo così in uno dei primissimi avversari dell’Autobot samurai Drift... o meglio del reietto Decepticon Deadlock, fuggito dopo una congiura contro Megatron finita male. Compito del cacciatore è ritrovare il fuggiasco e riportarlo tra le fila Decepticon, anche grazie all’aiuto di alcuni schiavisti; alla fine, lo ritrova su un misterioso pianeta su cui un pugno di Bot neutrali (quello che poi sarà noto come il “Circolo della Luce”) lo aveva tenuto nascosto per eoni.

Ma non finisce qui. Lockdown è apparso anche in altri media, come ad esempio nel videogioco per PS4 TRANSFORMERS: The Dark Spark del duo Activision/High Moon Studios, concepito come un ibrido tra il Movie-verso e la saga di La Battaglia per Cybertron. Oppure su dispositivi mobili, come il crossover Angry Birds: TRANSFORMERS, nel quale uno dei maialini verdi nemici dei celebri pennuti della Rovio (il baffuto Caposquadra), veste i panni proprio di Lockdown. O ancora, come mera comparsa nel defunto gioco di carte TRANSFORMERS: Legends, o addirittura come personaggio collezionabile nel recente strategico Earth Wars, dimostrando che il temuto cacciatore di taglie non sia stato del tutto sbattuto nel dimenticatoio!

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Abbiamo detto che Lockdown è apparso solo quattro volte in tutto il brand, videogiochi esclusi, ma questo non vuol dire che i modellini associati a questo personaggio siano altrettanto limitati. Il primo fra tutti, ovviamente, è il Deluxe della linea Animated: una bella muscle car nera e verde descritta come “un amalgama tra una Corvette anni 80 e una Cougar anni 60” irta di aculei per renderla più feroce e cattiva, anche se è più corretto definirla un incrocio tra la Batmobile e Christine, l’infernale auto assassina protagonista dell’omonimo romanzo di Stephen King. Di questo mold sono uscite quattro versioni: quella canonica, la traslucida Stealth, la nera e gialla Blazing e uno pseudo-Decepticon per la linea Adventure del 2015 (ovvero la versione giapponese di Robots in Disguise 2015 della Takara); sono tutte equipaggiate col fucile EMP, lo stesso che Lockdown ruba a Ratchet nel cartone, ma solo tre hanno l’iconico uncino e il Blazing è l’unico a sfoggiare una motosega. Nella stessa linea, a nome di Lockdown troviamo anche un Activator, ossia la famigerata sotto-linea dei modellini che si trasformano alla pressione di un pulsante, rivolto dunque ad un target più giovane.

Per quanto riguarda il Movie-verso, Lockdown si palesa come Deluxe nella linea Revenge of the Fallen, palesemente ispirato all’Animated in modo così pesante da sembrare quasi identico all’originale; ciononostante lo stesso stampo sarà riutilizzato per il modellino dell’allievo di Lockdown, un tal Axor, per la sotto-linea Hunt for the Decepticon del 2009/10 e nello stesso biennio il mold originale è stato riproposto sotto il nome di “G1 Lockdown”. Nel Movie-verso arriva un altro Deluxe nell’inedita linea di giocattoli del quarto film di Bay; dico inedita perché questi modelli non sono mai stati rilasciati in Italia per lasciare spazio a degli inutili One-Step e compagni riservati ai giovanissimi. L’AoE Lockdown è tristemente noto come il modello più deludente di tutta la linea non solo per lo schema di colori adottato per nulla fedele alla controparte filmica (il modello Hasbro, almeno, mentre quello della Takara Movie Advance sfoggia una livrea più vicina possibile alla CGI) ma anche per essere una “maledetta sottiletta/mezzo Shellformer”, nonché il modellino più basso di tutti gli altri Deluxe a causa dell’altmode forse troppo piccolo per un personaggio così importante. Un vero peccato... o almeno fino al 2018, in cui il personaggio riceve una figure di una qualità leggermente migliore: lo Studio Series Lockdown, che è sempre un Deluxe ma con uno stampo completamente nuovo e meglio proporzionato rispetto al modello precedente. E per fortuna, poiché molti fan del famigerato cacciatore di taglie hanno finora ricevuto solo una delusione dopo l’altra! 😅

CONCLUSIONE

È davvero un peccato che un personaggio così popolare abbia avuto così poca cura. Forse lui stesso è occupato a raccogliere trofei da qualche parte nella galassia? Io sono ottimista, magari lo rivedremo in futuro in qualche media più che accettabile... e lo dico perché ho sempre avuto un certo fascino per questi personaggi “grigi” e amorali, e sarebbe davvero carino vederlo in compagnia del mio ragno Decepticon Raysharper e tutta la sua banda di Insecticon. Non è da vigliacchi sognare, no? 😊

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