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call-me-strega · 2 months ago

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Date Night Abduction

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One-shot in which Danny and Jason are kidnapped by a cult on date night but somehow it turns out all right.

(And if you notice anything coinciding with last year's DeadonMAYn prompts no you didn't)

ao3 version

~~~ Danny and Jason both had busy lives. Danny was a full-time college student and worked a side job as a STEM tutor for high schoolers. Similarly, Jason was taking online classes for a literature degree and doing English tutoring, not to mention being a full-time crime lord/vigilante.

Luckily one of the perks of living together was they always came home to each other. However, this also meant they brought their stress and work home to each other. That's why they'd established early on to have at least one night a week dedicated to just spending some time together without any students, goons, or homework.

This week had been pretty hectic so they were both excited to go out on their date tonight.

And of course, that's when Danny and Jason were abducted by the cult.

They had wanted a night out to just relax and have some fun. There was a combination bookstore/cafe that had been running a promotional event, a Paint and Sip night with a twist. They'd be reading passages from some of their most popular books and then discussing and/or painting them. It was something fun where they could both enjoy themselves. But then they arrived to find out that the event was delayed because someone broke into the store two days ago and they were still making repairs.

Slightly disheartened, the pair decided to just walk around the area, hoping to find something else to do, or at least a nice place for dinner. Unfortunately, that’s when four cloaked figures burst out of an alley, ambushing them from behind.

They were able to get the two of them into chokeholds and cut off their airflow before either quite realized what was happening. The most Jason was able to gather before passing out was that this had been an attack of opportunity and the reason they hadn't attacked anyone else who'd been walking ahead of them was because none of them were a pair.

Jason's lungs ached as he came to, incense burning his nostrils. He groaned trying to blink away the blurriness from his vision as his head throbbed. Slowly, his senses came back to him and he could just barely make out the sound of voices chanting. He lifted himself onto his knees, hands tied behind his back, to find himself on a circular sigil drawn in chalk and salt. A few feet away was a similar circle with a familiar sigil, and in a center lay his groaning boyfriend who also seemed to be regaining consciousness. Between them, slightly behind (or was it in front of?) their circles, was an altar covered in a white cloth and asphodel flowers. There were about 20 creeps in dark green cloaks circling an even larger circle of salt and candles that encompasses them and their shrine thingy They moved rhythmically and chanted:

"Malfermu la pordegon. Alvoku la pordegogardiston, la reĝon. Malfermu la pordegon. Alvoku la pordegogardiston, la reĝon. Malfermu la pordegon. Alvoku la pordegogardiston, la reĝon....-" droned their monotone voices.

'That's Esperanto,' Jason recognized, translating the words. 'Open the gate. Summon the gatekeeper, the king.'

Jason paled in realization.

One cultist, presumably the leader, stepped forward, his long, deep purple robes flowing behind him. He held his arms out to the sides and made long zig-zagging strides following the rhythm of the chant, like some sort of messed-up dance.

Finally, he stopped at the alter between the two circles and dramatically brought his hands in front of him with a thunderous clap. The chanting paused and in a hoarse voice, the cult leader spoke.

" Finally, it is time."

The man unveiled something on the altar, an ancient carving. One of a figure that resembled a young man with swooping hair, a wispy tale below his torso, and a familiar logo on his chest.

It was Phantom.

Jason frantically made eye contact with a panicked Danny whose glassy blue eyes shone with fear and worry.

"Tonight we summon the High King of the In-Between! Tonight we summon the Guardian of the Gateway! TONIGHT! TONIGHT WE SHALL BIND THE KING OF SPIRITS! SO THAT HE MAY HEAR OUR PLEAS. SO THAT HE MAY GRANT US HIS GRACE AND ALLOW OUR LOVED ONES TO RETURN TO THIS REALM ONCE MORE!" The fanatic preached to his followers. He turned back around facing Danny and Jason once more.

"Blessed are we tonight, to have found the perfect pair to aid us!"

He raised a gnarled hand towards Danny, "A Vessel! For our Spirit Lord to inhabit!"

He turned, lifting his other hand toward Jason, " And his partner! An offering to bind and appease him! So that he may know the feeling of having a loved one! And that he may grant us his favor!"

The man pulled an ornate dagger from his waist and ordered out to the group, "Let us begin!"

The chanting resumed, louder now, and the man slashed his own palm. As he approached Danny, Jason struggled against his bindings. He wasn't able to get off his knees, it was as if he was being held there by some oppressive force.

The cult leader, who Jason had decided to call "Jackass McCreepy" in his head, lifted his hand over the rune circle that held Danny. The runes were meant to hold the King of the In-Between, which Danny technically was, hence his own inability to escape.

Good news: they didn't have to worry about Danny turning into a vessel for a spirit king because he already was said king (talk about a (un)lucky coincidence).

Bad news: Danny looked very different as a spirit king than as a human and this summon would probably force him to change.

Jason had never seen Danny's kingly form personally but he knew Danny didn't enjoy talking about it. He would always avoid or redirect the topic so Jason figured he was self-conscious about it. Now the bastards were gonna force him into it against will- And oh- oh, ew! That was gross!

Jackass Mc Creepy let the blood drip from his hand onto Danny's face. Danny shivered, goosebumps running up his back. He squeezed his eyes and mouth shut, futilely turning his face away from the blood. A single drop rolled down his cheek to the bottom of his chin before splattering onto the runes.

The chalk began to glow a pale green color. Beams of light grew upwards, slowly engulfing Danny's panicked form. The wind that came seemingly out of nowhere picked up. Jason could see Danny's silhouette begin to warp and grow. Jackass Mc Creepy dropped to his knees in reverence and the others soon followed.

Jason sucked in a deep breath. This was not good. He closed his eyes and concentrated pulling some of the ectoplasm thick in the air towards himself. With a rush of power and adrenaline, Jason broke free of his bonds and pushed out of his circle.

He immediately launched himself at Jackass Mc Creepy, tackling him to the ground and knocking him out with a nerve strike. He quickly turned on the other cultists as they slowly began to tear themselves away from Danny's transformation long enough to try and fight back. Unfortunately for these guys, they kidnapped the wrong vigilante.

Behind him, Jason could hear a distressed noise somewhere between a click, a wail, and a growl. He doubled his efforts. Taking down each cultist with ruthless efficiency. 'How dare these bastards upset his boyfriend! How dare they try to use him to what? Resurrect the dead?! The fucking audacity!'

Just then a sudden burst of power filled the warehouse. A harsh wind pushed outwards, knocking down a number of cultists and leaving several others frozen in a layer of frost. Jason alone remained unharmed.

Jason whirled around in search of his boyfriend. His gaze landed on the ruined circle of salt and chalk, which created a messy trail to a shadowy mass in the corner of the warehouse. Carefully, Jason approached not wanting to spook him. As he got closer he was able to make out a more defined form in the shadowy mass.

It was massive. Its body composed of a dark void freckled with pinprick stars and its hair was made of dancing trails of white light that floated upward off its head. It was somewhat humanoid and seemed to curl in on himself. The figure had four arms and a number of wispy appendages coming from his shoulders and torso that hugged himself, trying to condense himself and appear smaller. His face was smooth, lacking physical contours or blemishes, save his eyes. Oh, his eyes devastated Jason.

In place of his boyfriend's usual icy blues were two glowing orbs much like stars. From them, trailed rivers of blue-green cosmic dust.

'He's crying' Jason realized faintly.

Suddenly Jason found himself overwhelmed with rage once more. 'How dare those bastard force his boyfriend to take on a form he wasn't comfortable with! To make him show parts of himself he wasn't ready to share! How dare they make the sweetest boy in the universe cry!'

Jason was snapped out of his thoughts by more distressed clicking noises from his boyfriend. Jason reached a hand out, wanting to comfort him. But Danny recoiled, trying to squeeze himself further into the corner.

“I didn't want you to see me like this" his voice rasped like howling wind and echoed over itself in layers.

"I look monstrous. I am a monster. I- I hurt those people. You- ... you shouldn’t want anything to do with me.” He wallowed.

Jason continued forward undeterred. He placed his hand on one of his boyfriend's enormous shadow fingers.

“You’re not a monster Danny. You were scared and being forced into something you didn't feel comfortable with. You lashed out trying to protect yourself and that’s okay."

Danny leaned his large face down to look at Jason. He found no disgust or fear on his face. Only love and concern. Jason lifted his other hand, futilely trying to wipe Danny's cosmic dust tears away.

" And even if you were a monster, I’d be in no position to talk. I mean at least half those guys' injuries were from me. And- well you know what I was like after my resurrection. Some of the things I did- well ... I was pretty monstrous too.”

Danny crooned and clicked at him softly. He scooped the tall man easily into his palm and nuzzled his face toward him in a effort to reassure him.

“You were never monstrous to me, Jason. You were just adjusting to your new state of being. Becoming a revenant isn’t easy.”

Jason gave him back a wry grin, “Yeah well neither is being a halfa or ghost royalty I imagine, so cut yourself some slack too babe." He sighed leaning his forehead where Danny's cheek should be.

"I know you don't feel comfortable like this but I need you to know you would never scare me away.” He finished softly.

"Even when I look like The Abyss personified?"

"Even then starshine."

"For what it's worth I actually think you're still pretty hot like this babe."

"Jason!" came Danny's scandalized reply.

Jason merely laughed while Danny internally pouted. His boyfriend's audacity and lack of shame never failed to both astound and comfort him.

Jason found a phone on the body of a prone cultist and used it to contact Oracle and let the others know what happened.

"I'm sending B your way. What's Phantom's status?"

Jason glanced at his eldritch boyfriend.

"Still the size of a small house and beautiful."

Jason simply laughed as Danny clicked in protest and Babs gave him a long-suffering sigh.

"Cool it Casanova, just get him out of there before any cops show up."

"You got it O!" he chimed, hanging up the phone.

"Alright babe, try and shift back. I don't know about you but I think a night it with some romcoms and cuddles sounds good right about now. There's half a tub of Neapolitan and some cosmic brownies calling our names."

"Can we watch Wall-E?"

"Of course starshine."

Jason fell asleep that night with his arms wrapped around his (now once again normal-sized) boyfriend resting peacefully in his arms.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dead on main #jason todd #danny fenton #danny phantom #one shot #hurt/comfort #established relationship #body transformation #self image issues #soft boyfriends #involves being kidnapped by a cult #ao3 link #ao3 writer #fanfic #eldritch danny

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tobi-rx · 4 months ago

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Eldritch Optimus spinning in my brain again…

Now more accurate to how he’d actually look cause this started as a study of his face in TF:One!

#artists on tumblr #art #sketch #transformers #maccadam #transformers one #orion pax #optimus prime #Eldritch Primes AU #eldritch au #tf one megop #megop #but divorced

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lexicorp · 5 months ago

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Transformers Earthspark: Another Place, Another Prison

"You missed me, aadmit it, you missed me!" (friggin bill cipher quotes are in my brain)

They're goofy and I needed more of them- They're my favorite dumbasses

Fun lil chapter with a bit of reprieve from the angst. Although Star still is struggling with the sussy bs, The main point is just as the title of the chapter describes. All about finding some distractions. Avoidance and denial are always the best coping mechanisms :3

Previous Chapter: Not All Scars Can Be Welded

First Chapter: The Need For Read

Next Chapter: A Game Of Charades

Chapter 15: Distractions

Once Starscream managed to reach the Terran’s little lab, he began carefully opening the cabinets in search of that energon. He found an assortment of inventions in progress, and organized cashets of parts and tools. Nightshade was actually rather impressive. Wheeljack could certainly learn something from the kid on the matter of structure. That inventor’s workspace had always looked like a typhoon had blazed through any chance Starscream had passed his door in the Academy.

Eventually, he found the box designated for energon, and flicked open the lid. Of course it was in an Autobot crate. He should have thought of that first, really. Starscream’s focus immediately drifted away from the cubes, and landed on the patches. Those would be far easier to carry, as well as more convenient when he’d likely only purge the liquid variety in his current state. He wouldn’t exactly call that productive. So, he gathered as many of the patches as he could, stuffed a couple sheets of metal he found in their place, and covered it with the remaining patches before sealing the crate again.

Starscream once again found the need to trace the perimeter on the journey back to his room. It was ridiculous that his leg and helm were continuing to put up such a fuss, but no matter. He was still plenty capable of achieving this minor victory of hiding away his little stash of energon. He could perhaps even periodically gather more bit by bit to increase it without them knowing. That’d be at least something to quell his nerves.

Once all was in its place, he stumbled again as he stood, but pushed himself up stubbornly and glanced out the doorway. Starscream chuckled darkly at the fleeting revelation of how much this reminded him of those vorns on the Nemesis. Getting crippled by Megatron, limping across the halls, hoarding bits of energon. It was quite the classic it seemed. One that never ceased to humiliate him. Although a fact that has only proved his superior resilience. This was nothing he couldn’t handle.

“Confident now, aren’t we?” Meridian quipped and projected the insight that he was most certainly mocking Starscream’s previous statement towards the humans.

Starscream tightened his grip around the doorframe. “Yes. Actually. Now silence. I have no need for your petty interference.” He attempted to move towards the exit, but found his servo locked in place with a wave of disorientation as his optics flickered. He stumbled against it to prevent himself from falling, and put his other servo to his faceplate in a futile effort to stop those images from infecting his processor.

When he finally got his optics to work in some semblance of clarity again, Mandroid was right in his faceplate, with an expression filled with contempt while still managing to look unimpressed. It was disgusting. “For someone with such a disgraceful record as yours, you have nothing to prove yourself worthy of such credence. You were notoriously ruthless in the war, and even if you fought beside these…Terrans, against me once, you clearly only know how to continue to destroy all that surrounds you. Why stop now? Why not give in to your nature?”

“Shut up.”

“Do you honestly believe that you can show your face up there and talk to them like you don't have a kill count in the thousands, with even more personal betrayals to speak of? Perhaps you could start a conversation by showing a shred of reverence. Yet we both know you’re incapable of such a thing.” Meridian was pacing around him with his floating helm following him as he moved.

Starscream knew this abomination wasn’t real. He didn’t know why his processor was projecting this, but logically, there was no way Meridian was here. He was dead. They had melted that horrid suit he carried his corpse in. It was flatly impossible. Starscream just needed to ignore it. His inventive processor had been on overdrive as of late, and he just needed to push through like he always did.

So, he forced himself to disconnect from the wall and walk right through the spector. Starscream put all his focus on keeping his peds steady. On the crisp, real pain that shot from his knee that loved to taunt him at the most convenient of times. He found the activation switch to reveal the stairs to the outside, and ignored anything that was supposedly lingering behind him.

“Nothing to add?” A putrid laugh. “Go ahead then. Make a fool of yourself. Say hi to Alex for me.”

Starscream wasn’t listening to any of it. He didn’t care. Meridian didn’t deserve his attention. If that even was Meridian at all. Either way, he wasn’t going to grace it with another thought. He was going to get out of this suffocating confinement, and get some much needed stimulation. Any sort of distraction was exactly what he needed.

Bumblebee was always a good option for some meaningless yet entertaining bouts of banter. He’d be the best candidate for Starscream’s attention. Any of the Terrans would surely be far too complicated to navigate at the moment. What would he possibly say to them? Hashtag? How would that conversation go? He still didn’t know how to make anything up to her, and now would most certainly not be the right time to contemplate it.

The trap door closed behind him as he exited, and he slowly pushed aside the doors to the barn. Starscream hovered there a moment as he took in everyone’s positions. The humans had their wall opened up for the Terrans to share in their fueling session. They had some type of wrapped, organic slag, while the kids had some oddly shaped, frozen confection on a stick. It seemed like more of an excuse for a social event, like the Decepticons often did during their breaks. Perhaps such a thing wasn’t an abhorrent waste of time as he had once thought. Hashtag looked happy.

That cursed vision of Unicron cut through him in a fleeting, yet persisting force. It was coming. None of this mattered. Their meager moment of joy was nothing. Meridians scheming meant nothing. His defiance meant nothing. In the face of eternity, in the face of a god. They were all…

No. What was he thinking? It was just his overdramatic processor again. It had to be.

It had to be.

He needed to find Bumblebee. Focus on something else. Where was he?

Starscream shook his helm and shifted his wings. He felt for the subtle gusts of wind, filtered the structures and flora with those cows that surrounded him in his optics; as well as tuning his audials to minute notes of sound. Solid. Real. Like the absurd noises those creatures made, or the familiar pacing of peds around the corner.

He traced the edge of the barn and finally found just the mech he was looking for. That mattered enough. Right? Right.

Starscream leaned one servo on the exterior wall of the barn, and put the other on his hip. “Hey.”

Bumblebee was stacking cubes of hay–an amusing name for such a thing–a couple brandishing painted targets. “What?”

Scrap. What did he want to discuss with the bug again? Surely he had some sort of direction in mind for this interaction.

There was a moment of awkward silence between them as the question to his greeting went unanswered. He couldn’t let the scout think he came here without some sort of purpose! He needed to think of something. There had to have been something.

“Weellll…” Starscream began with an air of boredom laced with confidence. “Surely you were deprived of my presence for long enough after that…unfortunate, incident with Megatron. I am here to graciously offer my company! What are you doing?”

“Riiight. I’m just setting up a small target practice game for the kids for after they finish lunch.” Bumblebee placed another cube, then pointed to the color coded rings on the target. “The exercise is on accuracy, and I even have a fun point system with prizes planned for them! Ehhh I admit, Alex helped me figure out the prizes–but the rest is all yours truly!” He put a proud servo to his chest plate.

Starscream hesitated a moment as he scrutinized the rudimentary setup. “It’s a little… plain. No aerial targets? No projectiles for them to dodge? Tell me you are at least planning on throwing some incoming blaster fire. How would this teach anything?”

Bumblebee’s faceplate scrunched, then he ex-vented in frustration. “It isn’t meant to be so intense, just a bit of low stakes friendly competition to build some confidence. Not everything has to be some high stress ordeal to teach you something, thank you very much.” He dropped a cube to punctuate his statement, then knelt down to adjust it with a small grumble. “These kids already have plenty experience with that scrap if you ask me.”

“Hm…I suppose.” Wait, no, he couldn’t let the conversation lull out like that with only some passive agreement! He shifted his expression back into a comfortable smirk and prodded at the bug. “Are you certain that you are not simply too soft-sparked to allow them proper training? For Primus sake, a couple pebbles tossed their way wouldn’t permanently damage them. If you truly have confidence in their ability, you wouldn’t underestimate their threshold for punishment.”

Bumblebee tossed his servos in the air in some note of defeat. “Fine! I MIGHT add something for them to dodge. Like…water balloons! Ohoh now THAT would be perfect!” He bounced in place a moment before remembering where the objects he sought were located. “Wait here, I’ll be right back.”

The bug dashed off towards the humans for their assistance in the matter. He had taken that criticism surprisingly well. Perhaps Dorothy had talked to him about that patience slag or something. Starscream wasn’t sure if he was entirely enthused about that prospect or not. It was strange having the bug agree to some degree instead of turning to accuse him of some sort of scheme against them.

Starscream began tapping his ped in an effort to cement its presence below him as those images came into view again. Bumblebee was taking too long. What was it that he was even looking for with such urgency? Rocks would work just as well as whatever it was he was insisting upon. Why did it matter so much? The kids needed to be prepared for more than ridiculous little scoreboards anyway. Why had Starscream even initially agreed to that scrap?! None of them knew what was approaching, and they wouldn’t believe him if he warned them. Or…WAS it even something to worry about…?

“Hope ya didn’t miss me too much.” Bumblebee suddenly arrived and tossed a sack of flimsy elastics in his direction, of which Starscream instinctively caught with ease.

“What is this?” He inquired with a hint of disgust as he took one of the miniscule, assumed balloons from its packaging.

“They’re the water balloons, and since you wanted there to be projectiles so bad, YOU can fill ‘em up for me.” The scout strutted over to his ridiculous stacks of hay to continue his work with a smirk.

“Uugh…” Starscream groaned as he rolled his optics. “This–” He shook the elastics– “was not MY decision. You really only fill this scrap with water? How droll.”

“Yup! There’s a spigot right over there.” The bug gestured a couple yards from Starscream’s ped. “I suggest you get to filling those things because it’s gonna take ya quite a while. Trust me. It’s more difficult than you might think to deal with those things.”

Starscream scoffed and knelt down beside the spigot and carefully examined the fragile, sack-like elastics. “Don’t be dramatic, Bumblebee. I sincerely doubt this pathetic thing could possibly pose such a challenge.”

“Uuuhuh. I warned ya.”

Starscream glared at him suspiciously. Did he sabotage these things somehow?

He adjusted the balloon to the spigot and slowly began to crank the tiny, human sized wheel. If anything, it was absurdly precise and tedious. Then, the elastic abruptly detached itself and catapulted into the mud that resulted from the loose water.

Bumblebee laughed. “See? Not so easy is it?”

“Oh spare me the “I told you so”, and focus on setting your stupid excuse for targets over there.” He carefully attempted to pull open the elastic to fill it again, but it only tore into a useless mess. Whatever. He’d get a different one. This wasn’t so hard. Besides, such meticulous work was a perfect task to keep his own focus tethered to this ridiculous moment.

“Excuse me, my targets are resourceful and awesome.” Bumblebee proclaimed as he gestured to one of the stacks.

“Such strong words.” Starscream crooned. “Insecure about your lackluster little set up, are you?”

“Pff–” The scout scoffed with an indignant toss of a servo at the idea– “Hah, no! What would I have to be insecure about? That’s ridiculous. This idea is perfect and they are going to love it.” There was a moment of pause as he retrieved another cube and continuously readjusted their arrangement. “Right? Yeah. I know good target practice! You’re just a hater, as the kids say.”

Starscream snickered at the bug's antics, but growled as one of the balloons burst from merely being placed inside the bucket. These things were so weak. Why they were better than his rock suggestion was beyond him. “I will gladly be your ever loyal hater, Autobot.” He flicked his wings up tauntingly with a momentary glance back at Bumblebee.

He rolled his optics. “Gee, thanks. I’m flattered.”

“You should be.”

A more comfortable lapse in conversation fell between them as Starscream focused on the rhythm he’d gotten filling the silly little balloons. A couple of those birds were communicating in passing above them in some strange string of music. Bumblebee’s constant pacing was quite amusing to track, paired with his occasional muttering. Even taking an occasional moment to parse out what the Maltos were up to in the background proved to be a productive use of his attention.

Eventually, he topped off a fifth bucket filled with water balloons ready to be tossed at those unsuspecting Terrans. They had finished their fueling session and made their way towards Bumblebee’s target practice. He relayed the objective, displayed the parameters, and informed them that Starscream was going to be the one giving them an extra bit of a challenge to the exercise. Perfect.

Twitch was the first up. She watched him and waved a taunting servo in his direction. Starscream carefully selected one of the balloons, retracted his servo into his arm, and launched the projectile her way. She dodged it with ease. Impressive. The longer her turn went on, the more difficult he made his watery onslaught as he rapidly threw them her way and predicted her pattern of flight. Soon enough, She failed to dodge three of the shots, which put an end to her streak.

“Aw scrap! I totally thought I dodged that one!”

“You nearly would have, except you failed to account for your opponent changing their own trajectory at the last second.”

“You did great though! Never missed a target.” Bumblebee encouraged as he reset the cubes.

Hashtag was up next. She readied herself on her wheels after a quick scan of her surroundings, and the next round began on the scout’s signal. She had many close calls and missed one of her shots because of it. Yet halfway through, a new air of determination came to her faceplate, and her movements became more fluid and precise. Alas, once again, as Starscream allowed himself to aim with unyielding precision, she lost the rest of her strikes. The last hitting her square in the faceplate. It was good they weren’t rocks after all, he supposed.

“Augh! Dang it, I was so on a roll that time!”

“Hah! Perhaps, but if you want to keep your stamina for long term battles, you have to get consistent.”

“Hey, I’m supposed to be the teacher here Screamer!” Bumblebee complained plainly as he replaced the targets.

Starscream put a servo to his hip and arched an optical ridge. “Then by all means scout. Add some wisdom to the eager young sparks, why don’t you?”

“I will! Uh…well, Hashtag. You did great with utilizing your environment, but you could also try and transform your wheels away for quick stops to increase your sharp agility options when changing directions.” Surprisingly insightful.

“Ooooh, gotcha!”

Then came Nightshade. They were the first to actually retaliate against the incoming balloons with their own projectiles. They took a far more methodical approach by hiding behind the stacks of hay, and requiring Starscream to maneuver overhead on his thrusters to follow them. By the end, they got hit twice, and the third shot at the same time they had hit the last target in their alt mode. They landed, transformed back and shook off the water with a smile.

“Well that was invigorating! It is unfortunate I could not avoid that pesky balloon at the end.”

“There’s a moment of lag when you are readying that final attack of yours with your alt mode’s wings. It leaves you far too exposed if you aren’t careful about it.”

“Yes–” Bumblebee interjected with a raised digit– “that’s true, but using your offensive tools defensively is very smart Nightshade! And I’m sure we could work on that move of yours in the future by taking inspiration from Twitch and how she can flip and fire at the same time! We can always learn from each other's tactics while on the sidelines.”

The game continued through the rest of the Maltos kids. They were all actually quite impressive with their varying styles. Although he had to scold Jawbreaker regarding the validity of eating the water balloon as a response to an incoming attack. That wouldn’t save him against real blaster fire or a missile. The fact that the dinobot had argued simply that it wasn’t, only proved that this method of training wouldn’t teach them the true seriousness surrounding the lesson. Even so, Starscream could admit that this version of events was far more fun. The atmosphere was calm. There was no looming threat of a trip to the medbay. Only the prospect of reward for doing one’s best.

It all seemed very juvenile. All the same, he enjoyed toying with Bumblebee, giving the Terrans little notes of advice, and watching them light up at the silly prizes they won. Hashtag even asked to run the course a second time to improve her score. Starscream revelled in the fact that he could see her little bouts of improvement. As well as the fact that she listened to any critics he gave her. Starscream even showed Nightshade and Twitch how to rapidly change direction in the air. A tactic of which a couple of the other Terrans attempted to mimic from the ground.

Such moments of peace and comradery were fleeting. Yet still something he was determined to cherish in these strange times. He’d never spout such nonsense aloud, mind you. But it was true all the same.

He could focus on detailing aerial maneuvers, and sharp shooting a moving target. Focus on the decisive wind through his wings, and the rocks beneath his peds. The vast sky overhead, with a single, small moon barely visible in the blue sky.

He didn’t want to think about anything else.

#starscream #tfe starscream #tfe bumblebee #dr meridian #twitch malto #hashtag malto #nightshade malto #transformers #tfe fanfic #tf fanfic #hallucinations plus flashbacks plus eldritch knowledge is not a good mix evidently #denial for days #bit of dissociation still #tfw when reality is an illusion the universe is a hologram buy gold bye-#nothing sus ever happens actually #nothing sketch is going on here #only wholesomeness :)#transformers fanart

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eldritchpotato · 7 months ago

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First Contact

You're a renowned xenobiologist doing research on a remote planet. When quarantine is breached and you come face to face with some of the local fauna your life might never be the same, this new species has found the perfect home.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5.

Content Warning: alien smut, symbiotic/parasitic creature, female reader, corruption, brainwashing, body transformation, lactation, orgasm denial, oviposition, bad ending?

You weren't really sure what had happened until you got back to the station. The alarm still blared which was honestly more irritating than the breach of your suit.

Slamming the alarm off you kicked free of your space suit and held it up for inspection. The tear wasn’t large, maybe the width of your palm, but definitely enough to start losing oxygen quickly. It was lucky you were close to the base.

Then it moved, a shriek leaving your lips as you dropped it. Oh fuck, fuck fucking fuck there was something in your suit.

Holding your breath you waited, thankfully anything that could survive out there would be suffocated by the oxen-rich facility. When it stopped moving you slipped your oversized gloves back on and tentatively got closed.

Beyond the difference in atmosphere and the changes that caused, neither the fauna nor flora of this planet were abnormally dangerous. But you could never be too careful.

Slowly you picked up your space suit, trying to peek through the collar to see whatever it was. It promptly jumped right for you, warm grasping tendrils grabbing onto your head as it skittered for purchase. It was small and grey, oddly sticky and warm.

That didn’t stop you from slapping the thing off your face as hard as you could.

By the time you stumbled back and wiped your face the thing was nowhere to be seen.

“Oh fuck me,” you muttered, you were gonna be in so much trouble for this. But before you had the chance to initiate quarantine and the lecture from your boss that would follow it landed on your lower back.

You just managed to glimpse it slipping down your pants with an utterly odd flexibility in the reflection of the window before your fingers reached it. You scrambled to unbutton your pants, some old human saying about ants ringing through your head.

There were several things you were worried about, allergies, toxins, bites, stings, bacteria, viruses. So many reasons why you needed to get as far away from this thing as possible. It slipped down in an utterly invasive manner only to wiggle forward and press itself against your pussy was… well you didn’t even know how to react to something like that.

You froze like a statue at the sheer strangeness of it all. A suction against your clit jolted you into action to kick your pants off. But it was fast, faster than you could have predicted, its tendrils wrapping around your thighs, attaching itself to your body.

Sheer manic made you grab it, its coils only tightening around you in response, the suction on your clit becoming painful. You could feel something moving, its mouth maybe?

You tugged again, but it didn’t budge, the pain that shot through your clit dissuaded you from trying again. If you pulled on it, it pulled right back on your clit.

Horror thrummed through you. Nothing could have prepared you for this. This… thing was attached to your most sensitive area. How the fuck were you supposed to get it off?

It didn’t hurt, if anything maybe the suction was a little… nice. But you couldn’t very well go about your day with this thing suctioned to your body. It clung to you, covering your vulva like underwear though its soft tail dangled between your legs.

It didn’t look strong, but it was. You weren’t particularly keen on just waiting for it to finish whatever it was doing and detaching, because what the fuck was it doing?

Every muscle in your body tensed as something began to push inside you, both in your pussy and ass. Instinctively grabbing the creature only made it speed up, trusting some part of itself inside your body. It didn’t hurt, not really, it was just…

“What the fuck,” you muttered, feeling far more full than you ever had before.

The worst part was that it didn’t feel entirely bad. The strange tingling feeling was quickly leaning more towards arousal. Helplessly your clit throbbed, the creature sucked.

You nearly fell over trying to sit down as the thing continued to… stimulate you.

It was impossible not to brace for something but nothing came. It just… rhythmically sucked on your throbbing clit, some part of it buried inside you. It was shocking how turned on you were. You were a well-respected scientist, no one could ever know about… this.

Slowly you stood, grateful that the thing did not impact your range of motion. Gently you brought your fingers down, attempting to wedge them between the creature and your skin. Its strange fleshy tendrils tightened around your hips almost in warning.

“Okay, not gonna do that then,” you sighed with a shake of your head.

Feeling somewhat in shock you headed for medical to get a scan done. At the very least you could figure out what this thing was doing and hopefully maybe how to remove it. Your bare feet pattered on the cool metal, the creature sucking on your clit happily the whole way there.

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Choose a transformation to permanently alter your body and remove your humanity.

1: get infected with lycanthrope (being bitten is the easiest way, but the curse can also be passed on through blood transfusions, or other bodily fluids). You'll be able to turn into a wolf any night when the moon shines, and you'll be compelled to when the moon is full. The other werewolves are likely to accept you into their community under most circumstances.

2: enter a local ufo to be turned into a cyborg. The visitors are dying to find a human who'll let you do this to them, and you might just be the one. Parts of your body will be replaced with strange and unknowable technology, thousands of years more advanced than what your backwater planet has. Who knows what you'll become, but it certainly won't be human.

3: allow a demon to possess you. While this sounds bad at first, most demons aren't actually sentient beings, but just semi sentient balls emotions. When they possess you it'll still be your mind and personality, just enhanced with the demon's emotions and desires, given its abilities. You'll also probably start looking more like what people consider a demon to look like after awhile, weather that be a body with horns and scales like the classic devil look, or something more animalistic, or even something more eldrich.

4: let the faeries play with you. This is a risky one but they're looking to be entertained by a cute little human to do things to. Who knows what they'll do to you, but we can be quite certain it'll be something very very interesting.

5: permanently psychically bond to a wyvern through the dreaming. For generations humans have done this to become wyvern riders, though rider is an odd term as your minds will be linked, you'll be able to know what it's feeling as well as it's sensations, and possibly even be able to control it directly with enough time, as easily as you'd control your own body. Though the wyvern and dreaming may effect you to, you'll likely become more creative and have more vivid dreams, at the cost of your ability to fit in with much of human society. Your body will also likely become more youthful, slender and androgynous, and may even take on wyvern like traits like slit pupils or sharp teeth.

6: permanently hybridize yourself with an animal of your choice. It's useally done with mammals for compatibility reasons, but it might work with anything. This is a slow process, involving weekly injections of Phlebotinum, and you'll get more and more like the animal you choose over the course of many months. There's no actual end limit to how long you can inject the Phlebotinum for, only a few weeks for some animal features, about a year for a 50/50 split, and if you never stop taking it ever you'll end up just becoming an animal of your choice. Be warned, it's a one way trip, so while you can always become less human, you can never reverse the changes.

7: be melted into a slime. Not much more to say about it. It'll probably be the most alien your physical form can become, as you'll have no solid body parts anymore, just an amorphous mass to move around. Natrual born slimes may be suspicious of you.

8: get bitten by a vampire and become a vampire yourself. You'll get most of the powers, from strength, to healing, to not needing sleep or food, along with the requirements to drink blood, and the weakness to silver and sunlight (you still can go out in the sun, but it won't be a pleasant experience). Your body will also change a lot, losing any sex characteristics, gaining red eyes and completely desaturated skin, and becoming extremely emaciated looking. Your mouth will also be able to shift at will between a humanoid shape, and a massive horrifying maw with huge fangs and strange mouth parts for drinking blood. There's likely a vampiric community around who'll accept you.

9: become a digital only being. You won't just be transforming your body, you'll be getting rid of it. Your entire vision will display what you'd usually see on a computer monitor, and you'll be able to type and move the mouse as easily as you can move your body now. You'll be entirely online without anything human to worry about.

10: become a spiritual being. Like a less online version of the last option. You'll become a spirit, without a body to worry about. You can't touch things, but you can move them psychically. You can also choose who can or can't see you, and how you appear to people.

11: have your entire body replaced by the cloth witches. They're always looking for humans to do this to. Every part of you will be replaced with artificial materials, usually you'll get a metal skeleton, stuffing for filling, and either cloth or plastic for your skin, like a doll of some sort but big and alive. You won't have to worry about a lot of the body things like dying or being tired or in pain, but be warned, you'll have to repair yourself with new material if damaged.

(Hey, I had to delete the first version of this poll and reupload it because of something on the old post setting off my silly little trauma. I feel like such an awful person for this, I'm sorry. But yeah, please reblog and interact with this version instead.)

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