Part 7🥀🩶
Only 3 more to go!!
Existing without her was… excruciating. Every breem that crept by brought with it little reminders that she wasn’t here any longer, and the blade in her spark twisted anew. She wondered if there would ever come a time when it didn’t hurt anymore… and then wondered if that was something she even wanted. That would mean that she’d forgotten… healed. She didn’t quite deserve that.
She’d been under near constant surveillance since they’d found her comatose in that room, whimpering and unresponsive. It had not taken them long to figure out the cause of her state, which had prompted a long-winded lecture about following rules, along with the promise that she would be punished in the event that she acted out again.
Not that she truly needed supervision. She was all but a husk now, completing her duties listlessly, still wading through the shock and grief of her loss. She hardly registered anything, moving more out of habit than actual obedience. Tonight she was serving in the lounge again, the room yet another reminder. The last place she had seen her Shining Star.
A servo flagged her down, and she moved soundlessly to the table, filling the first cup.
“I told you he was dangerous… I told all of them! We should have sent someone to take him out during recharge… and now the whole fraggin’ planet’s in an uproar!”
“Another attack, this one in Praxus.”
“Primus… they’re getting closer all the time.”
She couldn’t help but overhear their conversation, gratification coiling through her at their obvious distress. She had never liked members of the Elite Guard before, their mannerisms and predisposition to violence making them the least enjoyable patrons… now she had even more reason to detest them. She moved around the table, filling as she went, her digits tightening around the handle of the carafe as she resisted the urge to spit in it.
“As if that wasn’t bad enough, they’ve taken full control of Kaon. Not having access to those forges is going to severely reduce our flow of resources. It’s only a matter of time before they come here. The Council needs to move fast if we have any hope of squashing this movement. We need to mobilize immediately.”
“He’s a miner… a miner! It’s embarrassing that he’s been allowed to get this far. I say we bring this fight to his doorstep and wipe out every lowly bot in that Primus-foresaken place. Throw them all into the smelting pits.”
It was strange, feeling anything other than the sorrow… in a way it was a relief. A distraction. Deep inside her aching chassis, the seeds of resentment she had once fostered for the higher castes blossomed into hate.
“Yeah, well… good luck pitching that to Alpha Trion. He’s still insistent we can resolve this through the Prime initiative. Fool. Megatron wants no part in peacekeeping. He’s out for energon.”
‘I hope he eviscerates all of you,’ she thought to herself, moving away from them and back into the corner.
Hearing word of the uprising was strange, the news filling her with a grim satisfaction while simultaneously fueling her pain. To know there truly had been a future out there for her and her lover was as infuriating as it was heartbreaking. They had been so close… what a cruel, cruel joke.
Yes, people are "doing something".
NINETEEN STATES have joined the suit so far. In a climate this divided, that's not nothing. That's SOMETHING.
Many of the people in power know this is wrong. Others are realizing that people aren't going to stand for this forever. Keep the pressure up. Don't give up, don't give them your despair.
And don't fall victim to the illusion that nobody is resisting. The fact that you haven't seen it means it is being concealed from you, not that it does not exist. Much is being done and will be done without your knowledge. Do not let the assumption that nobody ELSE is fighting cause you to abandon the fight. That is precisely what they want to achieve.
This can be turned around. Even if you don't believe that, it doesn't hurt to act as though you do.
Keep pressing.
Positively feral for these two!! I'm already pansexual but somehow you've made me love women EVEN MORE!!
Shocky n wavewave humanformers time
Hehehehe 💕💕💕
The smug grin he wore lasted all of four nano-kliks before being forcibly wiped from his face, expression pained and frame rigid as the wily bot jabbed him in the side with its tail.
The shock had been... well... shocking, an unexpected tactic. He'd planned on receiving a mild puncture from the tapered limb, if anything, the plating on his flanks reinforced. No amount of physical defense could counter an electrical current, however, and he quickly found himself dropped to one knee, fingers losing their hold on his captive.
Connection now severed, he could move again, though the attack had jarred his processor. It took him a moment to regain his bearings, optics focusing on the little cretin who was turning out to be far more of a pain in his aft than Wheeljack had initially surmised.
"Sonova - come back here! Imma wring that scrawny neck of yours!"
@gutter-bot liked for a starter.
Since returning to his host's side, Ravage rarely left the Nemesis. Soundwave was protective- rightfully so-, and Ravage's frame just wasn't what it used to be. After his near death experience that lead to the separation from his host on Cybertron, he never quite regained his full strength.
However, that didn't mean he was useless. On the contrary, in fact. Ravage could still perform his strong suit exceptionally well; that being his work as a spy. It helped that the Autobots were unaware of his existence.
He had been slinking back from a successful intel gathering mission when things went wrong. Wheeljack, as he was last informed by Laserbeak, was not supposed to be in the area. Apparently, things had changed. He froze at the glowing blaster aimed at his helm, a low growl ripping itself from his throat. "Back off," he snarled, red optics narrowing beneath the Soundwave-esc visor that covered most of his helm.
I like to think that Shockwave can still move his body when his head is detached 😌 meaning Soundwave Can have a cuddle buddy when he (finally) recharges so I think it’s a win-win situation. Or a wave-wave one. Whichever you prefer. It’s half out of natural bat instincts to hold things for warmth, so I’ve heard…
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Mild swearing
Megatron/Reader (You) in which you are a human who is far too curious for your own good
E is for Eyebrows
As surreptitiously as possible, you glance at him again from the corner of your eye as he spoke to Optimus, watching raptly as the jagged ridges that adorned his helm rose and fell. You had long since given up trying to decipher how Cybertronian 'eyebrows' were able to move freely without any notable joints. It was mind boggling, but eventually you had made peace with the fact that it was likely some aspect of their anatomy that you – as a human – were completely unaware of.
And while all Cybertronians that you had met thus far had these brow ridges, for some very absurd reason, your brain decided to fixate upon his. It might have been because of the fact that he wasn't a being you had been exposed to much prior to this temporary alliance, but you had a niggling suspicion it was the fact that he was dangerous that made it fascinating to watch him, thrilling even. Like getting in the water with a great white shark…
You scoffed a little at yourself as you turn away for a moment to glance at the papers in your hands. 'Didn't anyone ever tell you curiosity killed the cat?'
You heard Optimus' heavy steps as he retreated further into the bunker, looking up once more. Megatron was still there… and he was staring straight at you. You pale and look away instantly, trying to busy yourself with reading. His ominous steps rumbled the very foundations of the base, and to your horror you realize they are growing nearer. You slam your eyes shut, and when the thunderous footfalls stop, you know he's there… right there, a scarce handful of yards from you. Swallowing, you force yourself to open your eyes, your stomach dropping when you note the entire platform you are standing upon is now draped in a massive shadow. You're rethinking the whole 'shark' theory at this point, knowing fully well they rarely attacked people, and when they did it was almost always because you'd been mistaken for a seal or a turtle. This being… would not hesitate to crush you into a fleshy paste without an ounce of remorse.
You don't know whether to look up or not, which would seem like the greater insult?
"You've been watching me."
The knowing statement takes you by surprise, and without meaning to you lift your head and meet his gaze… only to freeze like a deer in headlights. His mouth is twisted into a sneer, his teeth sharp and vicious looking. Those, however, were definitely very shark like.
"Why?"
Its not a question… its a demand. The seconds tick by and his optics narrow… though one of those damned eyebrows inches upward. You decide to tell him the truth. Licking your lips, you take a steadying breath. "Y-Your eyebr-err, brow ridges. They're just… really emotive. It's… interesting."
He seems to study you, gauging your sincerity, you imagine. Eventually he realizes you are being truthful, his expression irritated… disgusted almost. Like someone who found a hair in their soup… not that Cybertronians had hair… or knew what soup was…
Suddenly he turns and walks away from you, in the direction Optimus had gone. You release the breath you'd been holding, gasping in relief. That was far too close for comfort. When his clipped voice reaches you from across the room - a terse command to cease - you don't need to be told twice. You nod vigorously and look back at your papers, muttering a quiet apology.
Your frazzled brain tries to sort out the tumult of sensations and thoughts running through your body. You feel like you're going to throw up and piss yourself and faint all at once. Thankfully you do none of that, and after some deep breathing manage to regain a measure of composure… though the shaking in your limbs doesn't subside. And yet… despite the fact that his command had held a clear hint of threat, your stupid human brain and its morbid curiosity pokes at you to look over at him yet again. Shaking away the foolhardy urge, you tell yourself firmly, 'No more poking the bear.'
I would be hard pressed not to stare. I'm the person who runs into a wolf and tries to pet it… so this is right up my alley.
This is actually hilarious. No hiding any of his own fuck ups from Ghostscream. I can just see how Screamer would be LIVING (figuratively of course) for the opportunity to constantly point out Megatron's failings without any fear of retribution
Funniest possible idea that came to me.
TFP au where Megatron DOES end up killing Starscream (maybe in that fit he had at the end of ep 14).
EXCEPT, since Starscream is fueled entirely by spite and his desire to kick Megatron's ass, he returns as a ghost to haunt Megatron's ass and cause problems and there is NOTHING Megatron can do to stop him or get rid of him (is exorcism even a thing??).
Sure, he can't be the leader of the Decepticons now but like, he can still make life really really hard for Megatron.
It's a huge W for Starscream and somehow dying was the best thing for him.
Big L for Megatron tho.
Also this would make Megatron's "I don't believe in spirits" to Bumblebee really funny. Oh, you don't believe in ghosts? Get haunted bitch.
Smokescreen is taking the Team Prime kids out for a drive, to get them out of Ratchet's figurative hair and give the old boy some quiet time.
They spot a fundraiser carwash and the humans convince him to go through - they have cash and want to donate because it's for a cause they all really like (or something).
Before any of them can really see too much someone's thrown a bucket of sudsy water over the car, and suddenly BAM! There's a pair of very big honkers in a teeny tiny bikini top scrubbing the windshield.
Everyone is freaking out. Jack, Miko, and Raf are all screaming while the older two try to shield Rafs eyes. Smokescreen has no idea how to feel about this, he's panicking, feeling things he isn't sure he's supposed to feel. Is he into this? Does he have a fetish now? But simultaneously he's horrified because his charges are inside of him while all of this is going on and OH PRIMUS NOW THERES THREE PAIRS OF BOOBS?!?!
He is so embarrassed that he peels out of there as fast as he's able, uncaring that he is still covered in soap. The kids are still screaming, now being tossed around inside the car as he Tokyo-drifts it out of the parking lot.
As soon as they're back on the road everyone gets super quiet and awkward for a solid five minutes. Finally Smokescreen asks that they don't tell Optimus about this. They all agree. Another few minutes go by, Miko gets anxious and suggests turning on the radio. Smokescreen does so, but the station he lands on is playing the new Bruno Mars/Sexxy Red song, and it just so happens to be in the second verse at this point.
Titties on your forehead, titties on your chin. Titties on titties with my big titty friends.
The radio goes off again, and they drive the rest of the way back to base in silence.