#blurr should be smaller

[sightseertrespasser]

Too Deep, Too Shallow Part 3

Body Pillow meet Weighted Blanket.

Apocalyptic Ponyo was created by @keferon!

CW Near drowning experience.

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“I AM SO FUCKING SORRY.”

Screaming was not helping. Why was screaming not helping? Instincts demanded volume in response to stressful situations and instincts should see a fucking life coach.

“I THOUGHT-“ Blurr hovered, Orange convulsed and puked up more seawater. Clawing in chocking, staggered breaths. Blurr shook with adrenaline and the lack of immediate outlet.

“I SWEAR ON MY LIFE I FORGOT YOU CAN’T BREATH WATER.”

Blurr went to school. He wasn’t an idiot. He knew humans were air breathers. He passed health class too. He learned, in theory, the correct steps to helping a drowning mammalian mer.

Step 1. Ensure the victim is in a safe location.

The straps burned and cut into his shoulders. Blurr had to swim in an almost Jackknifed position to compensate for the drag at his back. His only focus on not ending up in prison.

Blurr’s heart hurt. His head pounded. The drag at his back vanished and Blurr nearly careened into a wall.

How? Why?

Behind him, loosed from the bag straps Orange drifted, limp and sinking.

Forcing water through his gills fast enough for stray grit to cut, Blurr gripped Orange and dragged him to the surface.

Step 2. Call for help.

Bitch call who??

He didn’t have his Fone. Even if he did, Blurr was miles away from anyone he’d think would be able to come help.

Fuck his reputation. Fuck his freedom. If either of those Orca knew how to perform CPR on a human Blurr was about to turn around and find them.

Step 3. Oh Thank Fuck.

Once his head was above water, Orange half threw up, half gasped and took in air on his own. In tiny, painful sounding sips.

Blurr dragged the human inside a flooded nest. Pulling them halfway up a set of stairs.

Thanking whatever gods or other fuckery at play he didn’t have to do actual CPR. Because all rational thought evaporated on contact and Blurr had been three seconds away from trying to flip the human upside down and physically shaking the water out of him.

Step 4. Apologize profusely.

“I- I am so, so fucking sorry. I will buy you literally whatever you want forever .” The mer continued to hover over the human.

“I just- I didn’t want to get arrested!” Blurr grimaced, speaking through grit teeth. “And I forgot. About the lung situation.”.

He awkwardly pat Orange on the back.

The human was coughing violently and had turned completely bright red in the face. Every now and then at the end of a fit, he’d lock up completely, unable to compel his lungs to function, before brute forcing a sucking gulp of air in to fuel another round of coughing. Blurr cringed.

He didn’t know if the patting was helping, but it made him feel slightly less useless.

If they got through this, Blurr was going to spoil the fuck out of this human. “What do you like? These floral camouflage pelt things? You keep breathing and I’ll get you like fifty.”

Where do they even get these things? Blurr assumed it was like a hermit crab situation. Big humans leave their pelts around for smaller humans to grow into. Do snails make them? Is there some kind of giant soft shelled land snail that makes these colorful pelts?

Blurr resolved to watch more nature documentaries in the future.

The future.

Fuck me.

As the peak of terror induced adrenaline began to pass, tremors started up his arms and across his back. Blurr breathlessly laughed, post survival high kicking in.

“Ha ha hiiii am so fucked.” If he closed his eyes, Blurr could pretend the human was laughing along. And not just coughing up his mistake.

Resting his temple on the stair step, Blurr realized he couldn’t open his eyes. The high dropped off. The only moments he could accomplish were the involuntary twitches of over extended muscle tissue.

Blurr could hear water swishing and felt it lapping at his shoulders. Like a stalking predator, the ocean had crawled a foot higher in the short time they’d been laying there.

His eyelids felt gritty trying to pull them back. He managed it on the second attempt and focused his fuzzy vision on his human.

“Orng.” He was breathing semi normally again. Occasionally catching another coughing fit but otherwise pulling in complete lungful’s of air.

“Orange.” The human slowly responded to his name, turning his head to face the mer. He did a little hand flap.

“Yeah, hi.” Blurr returned the gesture, though lifting his hand felt like it was made from pure lead. “You gotta get up. You gotta get up higher. I’m- I’m tapped out.”

Orange made a noise that sounded like “Blooh.”

Blurr slid his arms under himself, fighting gravity to look at the other properly. “Orange, I’m done. I can’t. The tides coming back and I can’t carry you anymore.”

Orange sat up, brow furrowed. The human looked from the clicking mer to the sloshing water behind them.

The mer sagged in relief when the human finally stood and turned to face the stairs.

And immediately “Hurkked” when Orange grabbed the bag and started dragging him along.

The mer verbally protested being treated like an overstuffed suitcase, but physically? Yeah this may as well be happening. At least he could make a decent argument that it was the humans idea if the orcas caught them now.

Their ascent was painfully slow, frequently interrupted by trembling breaks and reedy breathers. By the end, Orange could only pull them up a couple steps at a time before needing to sit.

Blurr zoned out, trying to ignore the bruises forming across his shoulders and where his tail was being garroted by the bag.

He distracted himself how he usually did, with chit chat. “You didn’t have to bring me you know. I appreciate it. The whole dragging me around like a drug bag thing. I have no idea why you’re keeping me safe but hey, actions speak louder than words.”

Previously, whenever Blurr spoke to Orange, he’d get some nonsense burbling in response. The human was uncharacteristically silent.

Blurr side eyed the “technically a predator” human. “You’re uh, not carrying me off to eat me right?”

Orange had stopped on another landing, digging through one of the side pockets and chugging a pod? A comb? A weird clear bottle looking thing of water.

Orange, still catching his breath, took notice of Blurr’s waiting silence. He raised a hand, “Hih Blooh.”

Blurr snorted. “Oh yeah. Apex predator right here. Gonna save me for a late lunch. Maybe eat my heart for dessert.”

Eventually, Orange managed to pull them onto a floor that was mostly untouched by water damage. The spongy texture of the floor squelched wherever weight was applied, manifesting shallow puddles in their wake. Blurr was getting uncomfortably acquainted with the textures involved.

For the first time, he was pulled into an actual human nest chamber. Blurr looked up and blinked rapidly, mouth slightly agape and brow furrowed.

“Okay. Why does this look like an apartment and more importantly, why does it look nicer than mine?!”

All the proportions were completely wack and every appliance was far too square, but that was sure as shit a kitchen they just passed. It was all just alien enough that Blurr couldn’t tell for certain What exactly was supposed to be What. However, Blurr knew what luxury looked like and this place reeked of it.

Polished stone countertops, glittering wall ornaments and some of the most uncomfortable looking furniture he’s ever seen in his life. The place even had an open floor plan, turning the space into one continuous room. Most striking of all was the far wall completely composed of glass, overlooking the flooded apocalypse.

Blurr could honestly picture this whole thing as some kind of modern art piece in a gallery. A Commentary on Mer Civilizations Corruption of Nature’s Purity. A Nest Made Hollow by Pompous McFuckface.

Orange didn’t seem bothered by the sound of Blurr’s brain breaking and dropped the mer on the carpet, bee-lining for a weirdly rectangular bed.

“Um, excuse me? Concierge I appear to be on the floor.” Blurr rolled onto his elbows. He watched Orange flop face first onto the bed, starfish style. He showed no signs of moving.

“Yeah I’m not sleeping on the floor.” Blurr felt like gravity had increased a hundred fold, but screw that. His arms shook with exhaustion as he peeled out of the wretched traveling cocoon. The only thing fueling his last vestiges of strength was the promise of sleeping in an almost actual bed.

“Scooch.” Blurr grunted.

“Hmg.” Orange also grunted.

He dug his claws into the soft lining, heaving himself on top of the covers. Not stopping until he was fully in the center, instantly deflating upon success.

Eyes shut, and the passage of time dropped out from under him like a trick floor.

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Blurr startled awake. His arm hurt. Actually, everything hurt. But at the moment his right arm hurt like the joint had locked into position and was cutting off blood flow.

Something warm and heavy was weighing down the right side of his body. Breathing softly against his pinned shoulder.

Blurr clicked dully, squinting in the daylight. Orange was halfway on top of him, completely out cold. Blurr wedged his numb and tingling arm to under the space of the humans neck, restoring blood flow to the appendage.

Blearily looking around, the sun had moved a couple feet across the sky. It was maybe just before noonish?

Blurr threw his free arm over his eyes.

He’d only managed to sleep a couple hours and still felt so tired he wanted to cry. Blurr wasn’t an insomniac per say, but getting his brain to slow down once it started running was a Sisyphean task. If he was home, Blurr could doom scroll for a couple hours until he physically couldn’t stay awake any longer. Or put on a random movie to the same effect.

Blurr resigned himself to being bored, miserable and too tired to sleep. Waves crashed somewhere below in a rhythmic pattern. Absentmindedly, he started tracing the seams of Orange’s outer pelt. The texture was both bumpy and straight, faintly warm from.. fr…

One eyelid half fluttered open, the other remained at rest. Blurr closed his dry mouth, tasting his own breath. The last 24 hours dripped back into his consciousness and the mer groaned.

Orange had rolled around in their sleep again and was laying fully perpendicularly across his chest. If the weight didn’t feel like it was pressing his soul back into his body, Blurr might have considered removing the human. As it stood, the mer was content to let the moment of safety linger.

Since he was awake again, ish, he could at least take the time to compose some kind of public response for when he finally returned to civilization.

Hello everyone! You all like those heartstring pulling stories where celebrities save a poor helpless animal from certain doom? Well have I got a tale for you!

Blurr crossed his arms over his new 2 in 1 heated and weighted blanket. He fiddled with the reddish fur at the back of the humans head. The texture was totally unlike a seal or sea lions fur, a little stiff and crinkly from dried on seawater.

We’ve got tender moments of trust, heart pumping action, wilderness survival and even a close call with the authorities!

He lightly kneaded the fur, the hairs softening as he worked clumped patches through his fingers. Orange flattened out like melting snow.

A good conditioner could take care of that. Maybe some specialty shampoo.

Blurr closed his eyes.

And it ends in heartbreak.

“I can’t keep you.” He mumbled.

“I forgot you couldn’t breath underwater for fucks sake. Even if it wasn’t insanely illegal, I wouldn’t be able to actually take care of you.” Blurr kept his voice down, though he was starting to be pretty sure Orange could sleep through choir practice for a pod of whales.

He looked up humans once after he first started visiting the shore. The information was sparse to put it mildly. Plenty of pages on what to expect if you cut open a dead one, but almost nothing about their natural behavior. Tons of urban legends and a not so surprising number of fanfics, which he now had the first hand experience to definitively say were 90% carp crap.

Humans don’t even purr. They hum when they’re happy.

He found lots of government warnings about how dangerous they were in numbers. But any actual scientific papers were all about hunting habits. Shit, Blurr even read one doctors firsthand account of how he was attacked and barely survived getting four freaking limbs ripped off.

None of it lined up with what Blurr had seen for himself.

Blurr smoothed out the last of Oranges fur.

“What are you?” He whistled quietly. Staring at the bizarro recreation of a pent house around them, Blurr felt something uncomfortable and niggling at the back of his mind. The cold squirming worm of a paradigm shift that wanted to burrow in and raise every fin on his body.

He suppressed a shudder and pushed the worm away. Letting the undertow of sleep wash the thought away.

Maybe if I sleep for long enough, I’ll wake up and everything will actually be normal.

He slipped under, drifting away once more.

Orange rolled directly on top of Blurr’s head.

Through a combination of muffled shrieking and panicked slapping, the human jolted awake and nearly kicked them both off the bed.

Which bobbed.

Free of the human straight jacket, Blurr sat upright and finally got a good look around.

High tide had arrived. Their bed drifted slowly through the foot or so of water that filled the apartment. By the look of the sun, another couple hours had passed while he’d been conked out.

Blurr scratched at the scales around his gills, feeling like a piece of jerky, and quickly slipped into the water, relishing in the cool relief it brought to his body. Stretching his arms and back, listening to a few joints pop in release.

Feeling much more alive now, he playfully flicked a little water at the human still on the bed. Orange pulled up a blanket to shield himself and dipped a hand in to send a spray back to Blurr.

“You dare challenge me? And here I was thinking you were clever sweetheart!” Blurr grinned devilishly, coiling his body tight and fanning out his tail.

The smile dropped off Oranges face.

The water war ended then and there as Blurr swam victory laps around the apartment. Orange preemptively soaked for the day ahead. Finding where the bag had gone, Blurr fetched it so they could both get some.. breakfast? Lunch?

Eh, whatever.

“I have no idea what this stuff is but it’s amazing. Seriously, if I didn’t think it’d end up triggering horrible ecological exploitation I’d try to sell this to everyone.” Blurr dug into the salty cube of protein, having figured out how to open the human storage combs from watching Orange.

He licked the remaining fat from his fingers, decorum be damned. “Right, if we’re going to get back to civilization, this window of time is going to be our best chance.”

Blurr’s face wrinkled at the horrible bag. “I could maaaybe make a mad dash for the exit in one go. But with all the freaky stuff swimming around, I think having an emergency vertical escape route is a little too useful.”

The mer looked out over the flooded city. Most of the taller buildings stuck out well above of the water line. Various debris littered the surface, further cluttering the way. He could pretty much tell which way the ocean was, though it wasn’t a clean shot and would take a fair bit of weaving to get through.

“I mean, assuming you’ll let me carry you again. You’ve got a pretty nice set up here and I think we’re more than even now. I’mkeepingthemeatblocksthough.” He started arranging the bag to pull it back on.

Blurr hissed as the edges of the straps dug into the tender bruising grooves across his shoulders. Orange, who’d be eating and babbling along to Blurr’s monologue paused and scooted closer.

The human inspected the straps, slipping his fingers underneath and running the edge along his thumb. Orange made a couple nonsense noises before hopping off the bed to splash further into the apartment, disappearing around the corner.

The only thing that stopped Blurr from taking that as his queue to leave was a burning curiosity to know what the human was doing back there.

The sound of doors opening and closing, a few bumps and thuds of object’s falling over and a triumphant human noise kept Blurr on the edge of his seat.

Orange returned carrying some squares of cloth and a cylinder of glossy gray material, wearing the latter like a wrist ornament.

Curiously, Blurr watched as Orange wrapped the cloth around the straps, padding them out, and securing it in place with strips of sticky leather pulled off the wrist cylinder.

The mers face was carefully blank. “Orange.. How smart are you?”

The human chittered to himself happily, making small adjustments to the improvised padding.

“Okay you’re freaking me out a little. That wasn’t normal. What you just did isn’t normal.” Blurr consciously kept his fins from flaring, not wanting to cause the human to panic again after the incident with the cops. The human continued to be oblivious.

“Orange,” Blurr placed his hands on the human, causing them to stop talking and look him directly in the eyes. Blurr slowly and deliberately enunciated each click. “Can you understand me?”

The humans eyes were blank and devoid of comprehension. Orange was quickly turning red and Blurr could feel him wanting to pull away.

“Just- Give me one sign I’m not going crazy here. Like, I don’t know. Wave with both hands if you understand what I’m saying. Clap twice. Literally anything.” Blurr let Orange go, who suddenly seemed extremely interested in anything other than the mer. “Please sweetheart?”

Nothing.

Blurr sighed, rubbing the heels of his palms over his eyes. “Yeah okay. I’m just loosing it.”

The mer considered the “penthouse” one last time before putting it out of his mind. Blurr finished getting strapped in and Orange quickly followed suit.

The duo ventured into waters not yet known.

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“Okay, so the other delivery guy is totally panicking now right? Swindles got a bloody axe, the health inspector is still screaming from inside the floorboards, and there’s FIFTEEN GODDAMN SEAGULLS LOOSE inside the liquor cabinet.”

Blurr turned a random corner, not really minding his surroundings.

“And all of this is happening right in front of the freaking Senator.” Blurr can’t help but snickering at that point.

Orange rattled off some random human noises, Blurr waited patiently for his turn to talk again.“The Senator was a doll honestly. Very sympathetic to the whole situation. He was the one who got me through the door into professional racing actually.”

Blurr dropped the tenor of his voice dramatically. “He said: Blurr, you’re a young mer with incredible talent and unparalleled drive. But if you ever take another delivery job you’re going to end up in jail.”

Orange made an enthusiastic sound, kicking his feet slightly.

“Anyways, that’s how Swindle and I met at some kids birthday party.” Blurr rolled his eyes with a smile. Swindle was never going to believe this.

Taking a break from telling stories, Blurr stuck his head underwater to refresh his face, careful to keep the human top side.

They were swimming a few stories above the ground here. Sand pulled inward by the rip tides had settled across former streets, numerous species of sea life flit by exploring the flooded structures that were absolutely tangled in seaweed. A wild mer hunted some smaller fish through the interiors of a nearby building.

Glassy eyes flicked up to Blurr. Webbed hands paddling slowly to creep closer.

Blurr barred his teeth, locking eyes with the wild mer and sending out a few warning clicks. Low and echoing.

The possible predator got the message and turned tail.

Blurr puffed out his chest, radiating smugness. After the mutant leviathan from yesterday, it was going to take significantly more than some casual uncanny valley to rattle him now. Blurr was a hardened survivalist now.

The wild mer swept down close to the sand, keeping one eye trained upwards at Blurr in distrust.

The sand exploded and the mer vanished with a flash of massive ivory mandibles.

Blurr watched blood drift out of the newly revealed manhole like reddish smoke.

He popped his head back above water. “Hey did I every tell you about how much I hate the outdoors?”

Blurr hoped Orange couldn’t feel his rocketing heart rate through the bag. “I hate it! Loathe even! And oh wow my tail is sooo tired, I could really use a break from swimming so whatcha say we switch off for a while m’kay?”

Blurr kept a death grip on his nerves, refusing to bolt again. Instead he swam between a cluster of buildings with several shorter ones in between just beneath the waterline.

Maybe a just a little briskly.

Blurr was just about to signal Orange they where going to flip when a shrill metallic whistle cracked through the air.

The thin layer of sand beneath them exploded and for a single second Blurr choked on his own heart.

Gravity smashed into him as Orange instantly doubled in weight, crushing Blurr face first against a lattice of ropes.

Orange was shouting, frantically trying to push against the net and Blurr wasn’t behaving much better. He at least managed through sheer panic to twist them around enough that his spine wasn’t going to break from the weight.

Blurr and Orange swayed several feet above the water, hopelessly tangled and completely upside down.

The mer picked up the sound of many humans hollering. Jubilant and excited. The collective pitch was in a higher register than what Orange sounded like.

“Are you actually shitting me right now?” Blurr pressed his face to the netting. He watched as a ragtag pack of mini humans clambered from their hiding spots, armed with pointed sticks and blunt metal instruments.

“Of all the psychotic ways to die in this place are we seriously gonna get poked to death by a bunch of kids?!” He whistled irately, tail thrashing within his limited movement.

Orange was still being loud and noisy, but instead of continuing to just scream, he’d started chattering away at the juveniles surrounding them at a frantic speed.

Shockingly, a couple of the larger ones responded. Kicking off an honest to god dialogue. Albeit, one that clearly wasn’t weighted in Oranges favor.

While Orange barked at his back, Blurr noticed one of the smallest humans approach him specifically.

The wide eyed and gap toothed human opened its mouth and, “Ello there govna’!”

“What?” Blurr blinked. “What the fuck?”

The tiny human had a contemplative look on his face, frowning slightly before whistling back, “Ello what the fueck?!”

“The FUCK?” This wasn’t real. All of the blood in his body was rushing to his head and Blurr was having a stroke or something.

“Oooh, the fuck!” The tiny human annunciated, pretty closely mimicking Blurr’s speech.

The tiny human waved at the others, yelling some human nonsense that gathered their attention.

Interspersed, Blurr could hear them saying “Fuck” repeatedly.

Soon, all the other baby humans began repeating the “whistle-click” of the cuss word.

A chorus rung out.

“Fuck?”

“Fuck!”

“Fuck fuck.”

“Fuck fuck fuck?”

“Fuck fuck!”

“Ah, hokay.”

Somewhere in the distance, a deep bellowing mer voice called out. A classic two note song for recalling wandering children. The baby humans all stopped. Swiftly, they retreated back the way they came. Orange desperately called after them, where the largest responded with a clipped series of human barks.

Just before the littlest one left, he turned back to Blurr with a tiny hand waving goodbye, “Thank ya’ for the word-gift Mister Fuck-Fish! Fare thee well an’ safe travels!”

The moment after they disappeared, the rope was cut and the two of them crashed back into the water.

Disentangling themselves. Orange and Blurr both sat in the shallow water, each staring at nothing, slightly slack jawed.

The baby humans showed no signs of returning. For good or for evil.

Blurr broke the silence first. “We.. will never speak of this. And if we must. There was twenty of them. And they were fairies.”

Orange nodded, thousand yard stare unbroken.

A muggy wind began to pick up, rolling in from the east.

Orange, eventually, stood. And continued their journey on foot across the apocalyptic jungle gym.

As the hours of alternating travel between land and sea slipped by, a grey cast began to overtake the sky. Fat drops of dark rain spotted dry concrete. The water nipped a little louder at the edges of their pathways.

Orange began to shiver.

And as the first distant flashes of lightning flickered across the reflective buildings, Blurr felt his heart cinch.

All he saw was a still image. Quickly gone. Of leopard seal spots, and a blood bright visor.

Hunting.

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Aight. The Lethal Grandma joke will come soon but not now, because pacing is a thing.

Blurr and Swerve are cursed to have the worst possible encounters with every other survivor in the Apocalypse. Because it’s funny.

-SSTP

[keferon]

I need to see this. I'm doing it.

After reading this post. https://www.tumblr.com/spector-author/769138472871182336/keferon-first-things-first-this-is-so-sweet-of?source=share

(i don't know how to add a link from mobile)

I just want to see them interact.

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"FELIX!! YOU DID WHAT!?"

Ratchet voice boomed from hangar. Felix shrinks, squeezing his eyes shut until the ringing in his ears stopped.

"I was afraid so I take the sleeping bag to Vortex and..."

"Do you understand how dangerous that was!!! You could have died!!"

"I...I know but..." Vortex wouldn't hurt him. He swallowed the rest of the sentence under Ratchet's intense glare

a loud metal foot step was head and Vortex moved over head. He could barely fit, so the mech has to kneel down. Cameras locking on to the old man, gigantic hand lifting up like it wants to grab him.

Deadlock move instantly. Although smaller than Vortex by almost half, he tries his best to put himself between Ratchet and the bigger mech, blades at the ready.

"Stop right there, big guy" he said, pointing the blade a Vortex.

"Vortex! No!!" First Aid cries, the mech didn't move further, but didn't back down.

"What..? It can actually move without a pilot?" Ratchet stares up at the mech in disbelief. He knew of the rumors, but most rumors were still of things that could happened. Freak accidents and malfunctions. This is the mech actually moving without anyone inside the cockpit.

"Yes. He can...He has been for the most part" Felix answers weakly. Still looking up silently pleading for Vortex to back down.

"He?"

"Vortex....He's...there"

"I don't want to talk like I believe in ghost. But, Ratchet, he's there"

As if to emphasize the point, Vortex moved again, reaching his hand over again threatening to grab at Ratchet. Deadlock raises his blade.

"ENOUGH! Both of you! Stop before I make spare parts out of you!"

There was a pause. Felix can feel Vortex's camera moved from the other mech to Ratchet who out his hand on his hips glaring at both mechs.

Finally Vortex moves. He made a rude gesture at Deadlock then withdraw. Deadlock lower his blade.

Felix realizes he was holding his breath the whole time.

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I imagine Vortex used to getting yelled at a lot by Ratchet and the others for being really reckless with his piloting. Sometime he comes back with the mech in a mess. A few times he broke his own arms or legs because he was too violent wrestling with the kaijus.

OH YOU. YOU JUST MADE ME REALIZE AHAHA

You made me realize what kind of circus will form if all the guys and gays get to team up. Because usually we have a bunch of characters who are at least somewhat compatible. But these guys??

Literally ahaha. We have a Decepticon who's used to ignore everyone who doesn't outrank him (also a professional backstabber may I add)

Then we have class Keter SCP fucking metal giant sadist/masochist/freak who is also allergic to any kind of authority.

Then we have poor little Swerve who just wants to save his crush.

And then Prowl who is an Autobot and basically should be in charge here but literally WHO is gonna listen to him??

Those aren't Avengers, those are the Suicide squad but it's called suicide because they're literally gonna dismember each other after five minutes in one room.

First aid, Ratchet, Jazz and Blurr: It's so nice to hang out with you guys. So chill and great.

Their gay machinery:

[yayasvalveplay]

Back from Megacon and I had a fun time, now I bring you something fun!

Decepticon and Velocitronian Courting Rituals are incredibly similar to each other because most Velocitronians are actually a branch of Cybertronians that are closer to Warframes, even though they're smaller in size and more built for speed. But because of this, the Autobot Commonwealth stamped out the Courting Rituals for Velocitronians - but a few of them found a way to maintain their rituals.

So imagine Shockwave's confusion when Blurr attempts to court him in the Velocitronian way (Biting, Headbutts, Scratches, Public Interface, etc.), while Shockwave is still in his Longarm disguise.

Shockwave wondering if maybe Blurr somehow found out he was a Decepticon, meanwhile Blurr is just happy that Longarm must have researched Velocitronian Courting and is reciprocating.

After the Sparkbond

Blurr: Wait.... YOU WERE A DECEPTICON THIS ENTIRE TIME!? Shockwave: These are the standards for Velocitronian Courting??? I thought they were stamped out by the Autobots!

THIS IS AMAZING. I 100% Support this happening. Blurr should have more war frame courting rituals. and him thinking 'longarm' has reciprocated his feelings by constantly interfacing with him in public spaces.

But as well as biting and scratching right back. Blurr' neck is covered in bite marks.

[spect-era]

I’m no keferon or mechandcheese but I’m trying to make a fun little transformers au/continuity and question…

should I post it?

It’s gonna be with a bit of a smaller cast for now (because I’m just one person and I’m not used to planning out stories) but it’s based on G1 with bits of idw1 sprinkled in! Additionally it’s gonna feature Rodimus/Hot Rod, Springer, Arcee, Blurr, Drift/Deadlock and Skyfire/Jetfire ! More might become relevant later but for now that’s the main cast I wanna use.

I’ve also decided to name it Soup, short for “Someone Once Used Peace” (thank you to my friend for the name acronym suggestion)

[pinstripe-wings]

Part 3 of Blurr in the Backrooms

I have some things I want to get to with this idea, but also I have other wips too…rip mind.

Blurr was forcefully awakened from recharge by the eerie cries of the creature and the distant sound of breaking doors.

Apparently, it had not given up on its pursuit of him.

As Blurr rolled to one side to try to accurately locate the direction the creature was coming from, he had to figure out where he currently was.  Temporarily confused by his he close quarters he found himself in, Blurr attempted to lever himself upright, only to get a pede caught against a wall…right, he was in a house he’d come across. Blurr rolled himself to one side and up, only to topple over and across sparse pieces of furniture, until he ended up face first in the sofa by a hole in the wall. 

A hole he created when entering this building.

Right. 

Blurr stopped his exploration to get some much needed recharge, despite his desire to keep on moving. 

Another howl echoed. 

It was time to move on. 

Blurr shoved the sofa out of the way and wriggled back out of the house, angling his shoulders to go through the broken walls and door of the house. 

Okay.

He was outside the house, back in a large, darkened, cavernous space. The partly open door was nearby, the same as it had been before Blurr stopped for recharge. 

The noise of the creature came nearer, from the spot Blurr had entered into this bizarre spacious place with its random unlived- n house. 

Blurr tested placing his weight on his left pede, making a mild grimace as an ache settled in. 

Not fully healed from rest. 

Did that mean there was something wrong with his knee joint that needed medic intervention?

Blurr hoped not, as he made his way to the door. It was aggravating that he had to be so aware of his own leg and the weight he put on it, instead of focusing on his own surroundings. Despair set in when Blurr reached a room that contained old electronics that seem like they ought to work, but he can’t get any of it to turn on. Why wasn’t it working?

The devices weren’t broken.

Blurr didn’t understand.

Why can’t it work why won’t it Blurr knows he can communicate with use of some of these devices and there’s no damage there’s nothing wrong with his own comms other then it not picking anything up not even his sensors can there should be no interference yet there is interference why is this happening to him why he had to get out he had to get out now-

Blurr backtracked to the previous open room after seething something else in motion other than himself.

Was someone there with him after all?

Before Blurr could get a real good look, he got a scare instead as several smaller creatures suddenly turned as one to scream at him.

Then rushed the agent.

Blurr bolted back the way he came because there was no other way forward with the close quarters. He wouldn’t be able to evade the smaller creatures with his injury if Blurr had to squeeze through another square hole in the wall, slowing him down.

Wait.

There was something Blurr could do.

About facing, Blurr didn’t hesitate as he moved as quickly as he could, leapt over the creatures. He didn’t look too closely at them as he landed and stooped through smaller archway that held a short corridor. Blurr turned to go through a door, halfway breaking through. This hurt his left knee joint; it is painful and aching more as Blurr began to drop and shove anything he can get to in order to block the path he’d taken, in an attempt to prevent being followed.

It’ll hold for now.

He hoped.

Blurr scrambled along to another room, one that held a set of double doors that he wrenched open and closed behind him. But behind the doors, Blurr panicked when he heard clamoring behind him. This startled him, sending him in a blind lunge up a hole in the ceiling, arms catching on either side, bracing to pull himself up.

No one could possibly follow him now.

Easily, anyway.

Blurr carefully maneuvered himself up and into a much larger space. He gingerly knelt to close the convenient hatch that was there. With a soft bent, Blurr slumped down on his aft, relaxing slightly when the loud banging and knocking grew distant, until it was silent. Blurr tensed up when he actually took a moment to examine his surroundings, baffled how different it is from the yellow rooms with walls winding all around.

Different from the rooms with stairs and the buildings lit in a red glow. 

Distinctly familiar, compared to a space full of functioning yet not functioning electronics, the office spaces reminiscent of the Elite Guard’s or that house in the middle of a dark underground-like area. 

And now?

Blurr straightened up, a confused frown in place of his earlier panic.��He…it almost looked as if he was in some kind of storage area for a spaceship large enough to carry Cybertronians of all sizes and heights. 

The bulkhead directly before Blurr was reinforced. To his right was several storage containers on shelving units. On his left were crates stacked together. 

For all intents and purposes, it seemed like one of the many usual cargo holds a very large spaceship hold that was in the process of loading in new supplies. 

Blurr didn’t see anywhere for him to go in here, however, despite the large size of the area he found himself him, which meant the only way he could go was back through the hatch beneath him. Maybe in a little bit, after he made sure that his leg wasn’t going to break in half or-

Wait. 

Blurr’s helm tilted to the side, his fin straining to pick up anything. There was a muffled sound coming from the bulkhead directly in front of Blurr. 

Was that…could it be…?

Blurr carefully rose and limped over to the wall, where he leaned the side of his helm against the bulkhead, listening intently as he turned up his audials. 

There!

There the sound was again!

It was voices!

Voices!

Right on the other side of this wall!

Taking in a vent, Blurr raised a servo and pounded on it hard several times. 

The voices on the other side quieted. 

“Is someone there?” Blurr raised his voice, noting that it was the first time he’d spoken since he’d ended up in this place.

The voices returned, muffled, until there was a clear, distinct knock on the bulkhead near where Blurr had slumped down. 

“Who’s there?” A voice asked, sounding curious. 

“How’s you get onto the Lost Light?” Another voice asked, more suspicious. 

“I don’t know where I am I was reporting about a Decepticon spy to Longarm Prime only Longarm turned out to be the spy and it was Shockwave I tried to run to warn the rest of the Elite Guard and spread the word but Shockwave was closing off corridors and halls so I kept on running as fast as I could until there was this strange flashing of lights with strange sounds and I was sent stumbling and I ended up somewhere else in this strange yellow room with walls and a creatures that chased me and after that I fell down a hole and I’ve been trapped here I don’t know how long and I didn’t think there’d be a spaceship since I was just in a long indoor corridor and climbed through a hole in the ceiling.”

There was a silence on the other side of the bulkhead and then a laugh. 

“Wow, it’s like Bluesteak, but this mech speaks a faster.” 

“What do you mean, a room? What kind of a room?” The second voice questioned. “And did you say Shockwave?” 

“I’m not sure I was being chased so I didn’t exactly get a good look at it.  And I think Shockwave might have been the one to trap me in this place since he was trying to prevent my escape.” Blurr admitted, moving to sit on his aft again, sticking his left leg out gingerly. “I was going to go back the way I came to try to find an exit but you two are the first bots I’ve come across who’ve spoken to me and I really really would like to get out of this place if you can get me out of here.”

“Shockwave has been imprisoned for some time.” The second voice murmured. 

“Oh! Do you think this mech is from another universe? Remember that time we came across alternate versions of ourselves and had to escape ‘cause they wanted to kill the Decepticons?”

“Yes, Roddy, I remember, but I think we should focus on the fact that an unknown mech is on the Lost Light right now.”

Blurr listened to the back and forth of the two other bits before he cut in, a little desperate due to the situation he was in. “Look, we don’t know each other but if you’ll get me out of this place I’ll cooperate with you; answer any other questions you have but-“ Blurr clenched a servo. “I need you to get me out of here i don’t think I can stand much more of this place my fuel is getting lower and I’ve got no rations on me.” Blurr cut himself off before he could ramble on, partly because he didn’t want to give away anything more than he already had, even if it appeared these two bots he was speaking to were either Autobots, or Neutrals, and not Decepticons. Much to Blurr’s immense relief, the two bots make the unanimous decision to help. 

“We’ll figure something out.”

“And don’t worry, whatever kind of questioning you’re thinking of won’t be anything like a heavy-handed interrogation.”

Blurr actually hadn’t even given that thought, but he figured the bot sounded sincere. 

“Though sometimes Ultra Magnus makes it seem like it.”

Blurr grimaced. He was much too worn out to even touch ‘alternate universes’ and there being copies of the same mech in them, living independent lives without knowing there was another version of them out there somewhere. 

“The easiest way to get to you would be to tear through the bulkhead.” One voice said after a brief stretch of silence. “I can totally handle that! I can just burn through it, and apologize later! It’s just a storage room.”

“No, you can’t do that.” The second voice explained patiently. “The storage room here shares a corner wall that leads to the edge of the engine room.”

“And that matters, why?”

Blurr ended up tuning out the rest of the logistics, only catching on to vague talk about the mechanics of the ship’s quantum engines. Something about how it could be causing this in the first place, and how a mech appearing from another universe in a storage on their ship wouldn’t be the first time something strange like this has happened. 

The sound of tearing metal began. 

Blurr tuned back in, staring at the bulkhead before him, equal parts hopeful and dubious. If he had learned anything of this place he was in, it was that it was an unending labyrinth he couldn’t escape what if this wasn’t going to help him what if he was going to be stuck here, trapped and injured and low on resources-

“I would ask you to be calm, but I don’t believe that will help. I’d like for you to vent with me instead. Can you do that?” The voice belonging to the bot with the calmer presence (outward, anyway) began to vent in a rhythmic way, despite the other bot enthusiastically tearing metal apart. 

Blurr ended up venting along with the other bot; Blurr was genuinely becoming afraid of this strange place and his inability to escape from it. If that meant venting in and out or holding the vent and letting it out, Blurr would allow the other to attempt to help him calm down.

For now.

Blurr didn’t have much patience for things that slowed him down, but this situation was well out of his hands in his ability to deal with, let alone figure out how to get himself out. So why not vent slow and steady and hope that whatever was on the other side of the bulkhead wasn’t as bad as where Blurr was now. 

“We’ll get to you. Just keep venting with me.” The voice reassured again.  Then, to the other bot. “How is it going for you, Rodimus? Have you gotten enough of the bulkhead to get to our unexpected guest?”

“Well, uh, I sure found something.” The bot, apparently named Rodimus, another bot Blurr knew existed in his own universe, hummed in confusion. “This is a weird-looking bulkhead. There’s an extra layer here that’s not on the specs you showed me of the ship.” There was a nervous laugh. “Drift…I think you should take a look at this I swear something just whispered to me and it wasn’t the mech we’ve been talking to.”

It was good to have the other name confirmed. 

Blurr head pedesteps, indicating that Drugt had moved to join Rodimus. 

“That does not look normal.” Drift let out an inquisitive noise. “You’re right, I can hear-“ A step back. “This doesn’t feel right. We should go and get back up for this.”

Blurr had calmed down incrementally with the earlier breathing exercises. But the moment he heard what the other bots were speaking about, Blurr grew grew concerned. “You might want to step back I don’t know how I wound up here but I was running by and fell through the floor or wall I’m not sure which but it does sound like something is wrong-

The lights flickered overhead.

Blurr’s spark clenched with dread and alarm. It was in that moment that he realized that what had happened to him to get him to this place may be happening to Drift and Rodimus.

And there was nothing Blurr could do about it, because by then, Rodimus let out a shout, Drift letting out a cry of alarm as the lights flickered wildly, followed by a rushing sound. 

As one, the lights become steady.

“Rodimus?” Blurr questioned. “Drift?”

There was nothing answer. 

The other side of the bulkhead was completely silent, as if there had never been anyone there speaking with Blurr to begin with. 

Blurr remained rooted to the spot, a feeling of horror washing over him. 

Rodimus and Drift may have ended up in a place like where Blurr was. 

Trapped. 

Blurr approached the hatch and warily opened it up. 

Nothing came lunging up at him. 

Blurr dropped down, taking in his surroundings. Nothing was there to attack or chase him.He was in a new room, void of anything inside but open doorway on either side. 

Alone. 

Blurr was alone. 

Again. 

A distant static cry had Blurr move swiftly, or as swiftly as he was able on an injured leg, in the direction of the doorway where that eerie cry wasn’t coming from. 

Blurr wouldn’t be able to outrun whatever it was forever.

[ttigersimpkeito]

Dooma's day Alt drabble(Kei Centric and diff ending :3)(repost)

Yes i was given permission by @nentenkoneko with this one as well,the og one is about how dooma beats tiger and gory stuff,and in this one is just kei getting angry from the incident and beating dooma almost the same way :3

Also,so sorry if the things aren't accurate,its 1:50am and i cant concentrate well

TW:oc x canon (keito x tiger)(ofc having a secret relationship.),blood n gore, concussion, overthinking and just snapping out,actions of gore, assault with item and even biting. Injuries,blood and general tw i think really descriptive gore and wound? :3

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Keito to Dancing Rasta

Dancing Rasta to El Matador.

El Matador to Cool Joe.

Cool Joe to Twisting Tiger.

Twisting Tiger to... well.

the back of the net,well hopefully of course. He only had the keeper to beat,Keito knew he can do it,since its just the keeper that's left.

"hes taking it-What a chance!"

Keito heard Mac said it...but then he saw Dooma charaina at Tider which he immediatelv ran from the position of near big Bo towards lU's goalpost at top speed.

He thought that dooma is doing something,and he think he knew what Dooma is doing.

"TIGER! BEHIND YOU-"

Keito screamed while running to the goal, but he was too late.

He watched in shock as tiger crashed into the ground,the sound of nose breaking upon impact,and how tigers face met the ground.

He watched how Dooma slammed Tiger. He watched blood spill from tigers forehead and nose. He froze there,he couldn't believe what is happening. His one and only was tackled to the point he got a concussion,and is bleeding.

Keito also noticed how no one is at Tigers aid. But he knew why. They were all shocked about Dooma's actions. And how scary Dooma is in everyones eyes.

'tiger...no...dont get up...i…..im coming.'

Keito only thought as he tried to walk closer, but he stopped when he saw how Dooma is looking at tiger,like a predator looking at his prey. Making Keito disgusted at how Dooma looked at Tiger,it pissed him off...Looking at the two,he also noticed how dooma is uninjured himself,aside from the only long thin cut thats across his forehead and how dooma is already back on his feet.

He saw how Dooma is smiling at Tiger. He hated that damned smile. He hated it so bad. Specially when it was his unofficial one and only Dooma is staring at.

Slowly but surely,rage started to fill in Keitos mind and heart, his fist slowly clenched as he continued to watched... but yet he couldn't do anything...since he didn't want to ruin Supa Strikas reputation...and not wanting to kill Dooma….yet.

"Is Tiger bleeding?!"

"He is-" Mac said as his voice was muffled and distant."Its all over the fucking damn grass! I'm gonna be really sick..."

Keito knew the commentators were stating the obvious. and the fire in his mind continued to grow.to his surprise,He saw that Dooma hadn't moved from his spot.

"Pathetic idiots. "Keito watched dooma muttered, only because he had heightened sense from his trainings in the past and how he could also read lips. He also saw Dooma's lips curled from a smile to a painful looking snarl. To see Doomas hands curled into tight fists thats tight enough that even showing his veins and shaking.

"Look what they've made me go and do now...hmm...?"

Keito could heard Tigers slurred words. He could hear how Tiger said hes okay, which clearly he wasnt. But to hear Dooma say

"its not okay, Because you're still fucking moving-"

Those words suddenly made Keitos Vision blurr,he couldn't hear anything clearly anymore as he stood there

'hes going to hurt Tiger again.'

'Hes hurting someone i love so much.'

'Hes picking on someone thats shorter and smaller than him.'

Keito was stuck in his own thoughts as he stood there frozen. Not knowing that skarra and Vince were there to stop Dooma and fail to do so.

'Hes going to hurt him again.'

'He might end up killing your one and only.'

'But you're on live tho. Should you attack him?'

'What if the world see you for who you really are?'

'But you're doing it because hes hurting tiger.'

'You have your reasoning.'

'maybe you should get rid of dooma for good.'

Keito only hear muffles of Vince and Dooma arguing, but he was zoned out. He couldn't focus when all he could think was to get rid of Dooma. He didn't know why hes having Dissociations of sorts right now.

But he wanted to help Tiger.

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"-ou need, Dooma, we can talk about it inside." Vince's voice floated back into his ears, "Me and you. No one else. Whatever you need."

"And what if I want it to stay like this?" Dooma's head tilted. His eyes wandered back down, meeting Tiger's own. The pressure on his chest relaxed for a brief, brief moment, before the boot sank down once more as Dooma leant over, rough, uncaring fingers ruffling Tiger's hair, as if he were simply a dog. "I think kitty here enjoys the fresh air. Don't you, Tiger?"

"Don't be difficult, Dooma." Vince eventually had to break. He had to snap. And he did, his face contorting into a twisted, irritated scowl, "Come along now so we can try and salvage the screw-up you've caused."

"Don't be difficult?" The Captain echoed with a snort, eyes snapping back over to where Vince stood, "You want to see difficult? Oh, I can give you difficult."

Suddenly, the fingers wrapped around Tiger's hair tightened. His head was yanked upwards sharply before Dooma slammed it back down into the ground below.

"Dooma-!"

"This is difficult."

Tiger heard him snarl,he silently looked towards Keito,his own Vision blurry ...whats happening with kei..?why isn't he here...?'he could only see Keitos figure standing there and doing nothing.

Tiger wanted to cry. He wanted to cry for help. Any help he could get. Because he felt left behind. Forgotten.

And Alone.

'why isn't he coming for me...it... definitely hurts...i..im tired..'

Again,Tigers hair was pulled. Again his head lifted.

Again, it hit the floor with the same awful crack.

And again... (see how i only put one? Its because its different from the og one)

Keito came back to his senses again,his vision clear again before he saw how injured Tiger was.

'Hes hurt. Its your fault.'

'You let Dooma hurt him.'

'Its your fault. But maybe you should kill Dooma as an apology to Your secret love.'

And it happened, Keito approached the lU bench, actually tore a bench off with his hands before approaching Dooma with the metal of the bench.

Skarra saw keitos approach. But he said nothing to anyone.

Tiger was in pain, really bad pain as his hair was going to be pull again.

Suddenly...

*Crack.*

Keito swung the metal right at Dooma's head, he then whacked his head again with the same metal. Causing Dooma to fall from the impact at his head, dropping Tiger as well. With His empty face, Keito grabbed the man who hurt tiger by the jersey and dragged him towards the goalpost.

Just as Dooma was about to get up,Keito grabbed Dooma by his head,and slammed his head into the goalpost with full force.

He did it more than once. Infront of the players and infront of the live camera that was supposed to live show the soccer game. He slammed Dooma's head into the goalpost...

again....

again...

and again.

Until Dooma's head started to bleed, Keito tugged Dooma by the hair...he suddenly had a really crazy smile as he forcefully pulled Dooma's hair out, bit by bit,just to make him feel the pain.

Keito didn't had anything to say, all he know is to Torture Dooma, make him suffer the same way he made Tiger suffer,his own hands kept pulling the hair and actually tearing it off.

This was a new side of Keito for everyone to witness.

The side of Keito,he himself never showed anyone.

And with Dooma now getting beaten up, The strikas immediately got to tigers side. Tiger wasnt injured too bad till hes unconscious but it still hurt. It definitely did.

Keito didn't hear what his team were doing tho. Too busy beating Dooma again and again.

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Rasta gently held tiger as he tilted him"... Ti,Ti!can you hear us?"he asked in a worried tone,his motions being soft and careful,but the answer he received was Tiger wanting to puke. Which Rasta carefully tilted him again.

"let it out...let it out."

Rasta gently rubbed slow circles around tigers back as he watched bile spills sloppily from tigers lips to the floor.

"there we go...shh...dont fight it. Shhh..."rastas gentle tone was at it again. Since keito actually reacted,it prevented tiger from getting dropped a few more times more.

Tiger could only lean on Rasta as he couldn't feel much.

But he definitely felt the pain. Hes dizzy and couldn't focus yet,he could hear muffled voice of someone getting kicked and attacked again and again.

His mouth tried to shift to form words but he was too fatigued to,he tried to look but his vision was blurry, but he could see a figure striking another figure with an item...which probably was keito striking dooma....

Keito kept striking dooma again and again, before he bit doomas arm,tear his skin out with his own teeth, headbutting him over and over,ebem pulling one of Dooma's teeth out forcefully.

Then Keito jumped on Dooma's back, planning to break Dooma's back by putting his own weight to crush his back.

After that he struck Dooma's knee with the metal and snapped the right knee.

It was a side of keito that not even vince ever saw.

Keito kept torturing Dooma again and again until dooma was unconscious from the pain.

only then he was quickly restrained by blok, big bo and north all three together,even a three together,they were still struggling to keep keito down.

Being restrained had made keito angry, but he wasnt really in the right state of mind at all to say kuch

"LET ME GO! I'M GOING TO KILL HIM FOR HURTING TIGER!"

He yelled as he struggled against the 2 defenders and the goalkeeper.

"Dude, calm down! He's already unconscious, its enough! You're going to kill him if you keep going dude-!"North yelled as he was pulling Keitos leg down.

"NOT ENOUGH!I HAVE TO BREAK EVERY SINGLE OF HIS BONES FOR HIM TO PAY FOR THIS!"

Keito only screamed as the metal on his hand was taken away by el matador.

"ay yai yai,you have become really loco, keito!you have to calm down, for the great el matador of course!" El matador "tried" to get keito to calm down.

But obviously it didn't work. So they dont have a choice. So they had to sedate Keito down.

Because of what happened was shown in Live TV,This incident became the hot topic on the internet for days...

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Keito was sitting beside twisting tigers bed,yeah tiger was discharged and keito was put in charge to take care of tiger.

Keito felt guilty. Both for the incident and for not saving tiger.

As Tiger wakes up he looked up to the figure beside the bed"mm...what happened?"Tiger said as he sat up slowly,he couldn't remember what happened that day.

As he felt dizzy and fatigued.

"yeah...sounds about right...amnesia." keito said to himself before getting a bowl of chicken porridge to tiger, scooping a spoonful of porridge and feeding tiger.

"we had an incident during our game against IU. You got concussion and...were badly injured...and now you're slowly recovering...and i ended up nearly killing dooma that day."

"oh. You didn't really kill him right.?"Tiger asked as he ate the spoonful of porridge,his body wrapped with slightly bandages.

"nearly. He was lucky. I'll never let him hurt you ever again."Keito said softly to tiger before gently kissing Tigers forehead which Tiger blushed lightly from the kiss.Then he continued to feed the recovering redhead.

And unfortunately for Keito, The Nakama players had saw what had happened in the incident....

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[lord-overlips]

♣ either somewhere in the house or still in her cage

A ping grabs Overlord's attention. He's distracted, barely paying it any mind, enjoying a film in his own private theatre, screams filling the air as Overlord laughs, the plot playing out predictably as the killer took another victim. He was annoyed, eventually looking at the alert.

"What could this-" Oh no.

Overlord vaulted from his seat over the theatre chairs, panic and fear stabbing through his spark as he RAN. He tore through the first door, skidding around the corner to the foyer, heavy pedes slamming down, grating against pristinely polished flooring without a care. He thundered on, taking the stairs several steps at a time and ripping the berthroom door from its hinges when it failed to open quickly enough.

He was there, a few steps more and he was there- please be ok! Too close now, he was forced to open the enclosure door with care, rushing to kneel by the prone form of his pet human, servos reaching out and- stopping.

He'd already commed the medic. His servos shook as he reached out, suddenly terrified.

"Meredith...?" He managed to do a basic scan of her frame, not really understanding the readouts, figuring out that maybe, hopefully, nothing was broken? Should he move her? He didn't know!

"Mer... please. This isn't funny." A huge digit prodded her gently. No response. She was laying in the garden, no sign of injury... of- of anything! So why!

"Please..." He grit his dentae, taking a chance, scooping her up as delicately as he could, praying to Unicron that he'd not made things worse. He was forced to lift her by her clothing, being as careful as he could be as she was dragged into one servo, laying still and lifeless against it.

Overlord rushed to the medbay, just down the hall, settling Meredith as carefully as he could on the tiny berth he'd already needed to use once for her injuries.

The rest passed in a blurr, Triage arriving, ordering Overlord to gather supplies, placing a drip, hooking the poor human up and gruffly ordering him about the medbay. Once the chaos was over he explained. A plant. There had been a certain rare plant that Overlord had added to Meredith's.... habitate. It had poisoned her, slowly at first but the effects building, attacking her body the more time she spend in the garden.

Overlord was crushed, eventually settling beside her to watch her recharge, hating how small and frail she looked now... knowing it was all his fault. He needed to be closer to her, desperate to at least... touch her, know she was still breathing, still warm.

Leaning back against the wall, Overlord activated a holo form, tiny, innocent looking being materialising by Meredith's bedside. They had the look of a child about them, much smaller than Meredith, blue and white hair and clothing, a frail form compared to his usual imposing frame. Overlord took her hand and held it, tears welling in the holo av's eyes as he struggled to keep himself calm.

"I'm sorry... so please! Please, get better!"

[choppedkingliver]

This was originally in the comments but I decided to reblog because it was getting long.

Going on a little rant here:

I think it should be based on frame type due to a few headcannons I personally have for TFA.

The main one being: while the same species, warframes and civiframes are different breeds of cybertronian, like dogs, I'm going to use work dogs and show dogs as an example.

Civiframes are showdogs, they're all looks or very specific at 'jobs' like tricks for dogs. I think an Autobot's tears would be a blue-ish green colour depending on frame, big bots like bulkhead, Optimus and Ultra magnus would be closer to green while smaller ones, Bumblebee and Blurr would be more blue.

Warframes are workdogs, they're meant to do big tasks like mine, terraform and: go to war. I think they'd be darker yet brighter colours, more attention demanding like reds and oranges, but like the Autobots, it depends on the Decepticon frame.

Lugnut and Blitzwing would be more red while starscream and shockwave would be more orange.

That leads me into another personal headcannon, Hybrids. This example will use more uncustomary dogbreeds, like wolfhounds or mixed breeds.

Using Black Arachnia for my first example of a forced Hybrid-her techno-organic standing, I think her tears would be a shade of purple, if looked in the right light it would seem like a dark blue, but in a wrong kind of way.

Sari, after her upgrade, would cry a very light purple, like Lavender, a soft natural colour going on the headcannon that she's Megatron's sparkling, and that she's a natural(?) Techno-organic.

With civi-war frame Hybrids, using Prowl for an example because I love torturing him with headcannons, they'd have unusual tear colours, either the opposite of their optical colour, blue eyes = red tears for example, or completely randomised, like Green. For Hybrids it would depend on parentage.

...this became a big rant. I'm sorry. But here's my two cents anyways :>

by frame type I meant like cars would have car coolant and jets would have jet coolant

I’m leaning to the “depends on the frame type thing” bc I don’t wanna make them look like they’re crying blood, though the parallel would be cool…

I might be over thinking but since optics are what they use to see, wouldn’t the tears theoretically be a type of windshield spray. I like that idea a lot but I think it’s more fun to have colorful tears than the watered down blue that windshield spray is🤷‍♀️

I forgot to put see results sorry 😓

[tetsunabouquet]

Unpopular opinion: Digital Art Is Lacking In Style

Alright, I might get a lot of people disagreeing with me, but it's been bothering me a while now with all the blazed posts. Let me get this straight, I don't think digital art isn't real art, that isn't what I am talking about as having tried myself I know it's damn hard too. What I'm talking about, is my preference for making traditional art and why I have it: Artists in the old days, generally had a unique style, or trademarks. An example of one of my trademarks is my love for pointilism and how I experiment with it. Originally, this style didn't blend colors, but I do blend and mix colors as with things like my mermaid painting, I think pointilism can capture scales in a way more exciting way then trying to make realistic looking scales, or alluding to them. To me, it's just an effect I like to incorporate, and it's way different then what digital artists mean with 'effect'. These are things I generally don't see digital artists do. I don't see them experimenting around with stylistic choices that traditional artists have made, there is nothing that really is specific to that kind of artist, I often see blazed posts going around, where I don't know if I've already seen art of that person before, because digital art is pretty and more cohesive looking but it's also way less unique looking which is why digital art generally feels more boring to me. And I know exactly why a lack of a personal style and art that is perfected to oblivion gets me feeling this way. It's a similar thing to all those YouTube videos with beautiful, realistic drawings of people or characters. It's beautiful, it's art, but it lacks personality and thus, soul. My writing textbooks says, 'Perfection is the death of creativity' just like one of my art teachers when studying illustration spoke out against perfected art pieces because it kills the soul. Digital art showcases this point well. I feel like, a part of this is that not every digital artist actually went to art school, which shows as the few people I did meet who went to art school do in generally have a bit more stylized digital art opposed to the ones without artistic education. I also noticed that art works for smaller fandoms also tends to contain more gems of digital artists who's style stands out like KNB fandom's @ni-kol-koru, you only need to take a look at the digital drawing she made of the Shutoku team with fruit earrings to see digital art with a personality, whereas for popular fandoms you have so many artists without a sense of style that I get too bored at scrolling through fanart to keep up the hope there's someone whose fanart feels unique. So if I want to look at nice fanart that doesn't feels perfected to the point of envoking no emotion whatsoever, I know I should be sticking to the niche ones. I myself was raised by a single mom who failed her illustration exam and would teach me some basics she learnt at illustration when I was a kid which is why I passed illustration myself with ease. She was also involved with the art community even before I was born, and actually was one of the unimportant staff who did Herman Brood's PR. She even had a drawing of his that he made for her during lunch break once which was amongst the things we lost when we moved from the countryside (she was a bit sulky about it when she realized it). I wonder if the young digital artist who doesn't has a solid background in traditional art even knows who people like Herman Brood are. When I scroll through digital art long enough, it tends to blurr and blend together and I don't remember what I saw five art pieces ago. But if I were to look online at art sites who do things like comprise lists in certain genres from various painters, and I barely get that feeling. And it's not like it's impossible. Like I mentioned, there are digital artists who know how to make their drawings stand out from the rest and have potential to really become masters of digital art. But the majority? Pretty stuff that's lifeless to me.

[yayasvalveplay]

thinking about blurr in the decepticon win au is reminding me of some kink headcanons that speedsters/velocitrons/I forgot the name typically have more than one kid since their babies are smaller than other frame types, so their bodies just use up the extra space for another one. This is me saying Blurr should get pregnant with twins in the deception win au and have to be carried by Shockwave if he’s needed to move anywhere.

Ya that could of happened, they are small for a warframe, but bigger than a civilian frame. It was just enough room for another to grow, and they hurt even more than his full warframe kids.

But yes Shockwave would have to carry Blurr around during this pregancy a lot sooner than his other ones.

[agentrobot]

Two agents chatting in the office ^^

The fact that there’re barely any Longarm and Blurr canon interactions saddens me

[goddessofwind8water]

probably depends on the mech, Blurr’s mech probably doesn’t have huge tanks an is probably not particularly fuel efficient. He’s fast, and one of the best ways to be fast is not to have much weight, even an empty fuel tank requires more armor than a small one(seriously LOOK at how thin this mech is, he got boobs just so that Blurr can sit somewhere). His is also mainly made for scenes, filmed in such a way that refueling could happen off camera. There an’t much reason to have a fuel efficient mech that probably won’t get that far from a fuel line. Plus fuel costs are nothing compared to what there paying Blurr himself.

their is not any real reason for his mech to have more than a couple hours in it tops

Rodimus/hotrod as well as the other frontliner mechs probably have a a lot more gusto to them, we don’t particularly know how long battles go but it seems they also help with clean up afterwards aswell. Together these things have to take hours, of hard labor, and then depending on where and how they are deployed (they seem to be from hangers, do they run to the battlefield? Are there ships? Do they fly? They probably aren’t all in a centralized location, but how many different base do they got, they have to work with the whole world, but having a base ever couple hundred miles is simply not economic.) they also gotta get back to their base to refuel.

so they gotta have a tank for a day, a day and a half attire vary least.

Although they probably have much better fuel efficiency under low power/when they are fighting, maybe a week, if the pilots careful (and is navigating mostly flat terrain?)

(Specifically with Hotrod, the question is whether he had his ‘lighter fluid’ is it’s own thing or if it’s the same substance as the fuel for the mechs themselves, it does seem that it has it’s own fuel tank in the hand*. Does this add or subtract from his fuel efficiency/reserves?)

Jazz was purposefully modified for space. This most likely included extended fuel reserves, both for life support as well as the thrusters that would be required to mobilize in 0-g. The amount of modification depends on how long the mission was supposed to last. The mission seems to be action heavy so I would assume that there must be enough fuel for atleast a couple of days for him. Depending on intended duration

I should note that Jazz’s fuel might be different than the groundmechs, possibly more volatile, but more efficient. If we go with that we might get even more time out of that

(Basically it depends on your thoughts on his mission parameters, do they give him extra fuel for life support? how long was he ment to be up there? how much did they expect him to fight? For how long?)

Vortex

vortex is an older temperamental mech, I cannot see the execs particularly putting any money into upgrading him after he gains his ‘cursed’ status, he probably was a money drain, finding, training, equipping, pilots and then paying for the silence of their families must be a lot of money, and while he is extremely efficient in most situations it simply isn’t worth it, especially if he splats the pilot in the middle of the battlefield and they have to retrieve the suit.

so he probably doesn’t have the best systems, and the question of outside repair for minor thing is also in question, he might just do it internally in some form.

he is also MASSIVE he cannot be fuel efficiency, and he Must be flown out to wherever he’s needed, he cannot walk though populated areas, without killing people.

he also has one of the most exerting fighting styles of any mech or Cybertron we’ve seen yet

even with a huge tank (or more likely many smaller tanks) he probably doesn’t have that long in him maybe half a day when he’s topped up with the good stuff, and not doing anything to extreme.

on low power I cannot see him lasting more than a day or 2 without fuel

uh, anyway I have more thoughts but I think I’m leave it here for now

(the use of Energon crystals as an energy source, which would allow easy replacement on cybertron,

maybe if the quints are here for the energon they were only alerted to the existence of energon on earth because some companies got greedy and dug to deep. Leading to the quints coming, but all of the human herald it as a miracle that they found this incredible power source to power their weapons right before the quints attacked.

if so I would think that everyone’s power would go up , although most likely by different rates,

Blurr would most likely go up to a day or two, but as stated prior there is no actual reason for him mech to need any surplus of power

Hotrod/grounders would probably have excess, just so that they could be refueled less often, less downtime the better, maybe a week on power, month on low/no power

Jazz, probably more places than the typical grounder probably a month or more on height power(this is assuming they expect jazz to stay up in space and kick quinti ass for a while)

Vortex, a couple days max

)

Guys. Question

#tf mecha universe @keferon

How long do you think the mech in this universe can go without refueling? an hour? a day?

I know I can just make things up. But I wanna get some opinion.

just curious.

[favesgrave]

Cornered

The ficlet in which Blurr discovers he has claustrophobia, and I describe his death in a slight more gruesome way than it was portrayed in canon.

“C’mon Blurr, it’s fine if I’m a little late to class, isn’t it?” Sari looked up at the blue speedster, putting on her most charming smile and best puppy-dog eyes. She hadn’t pulled out her crying technique yet, since she was less sure its power would work on Blurr.

“Now, I don’t exactly agree with that,” Blurr began. “I’ve come to understand there’s a human saying about being fashionably late but that’s not true, it’s just plain rude if I do say so myself. And another thing, being late to class has certain repercussions as well, such as detention. With all that said, I’m sure Arcee wouldn’t be too pleased with you either. So, no, there’s absolutely no way you are going to be arriving to class late-“

Sari groaned at that answer. “Okay, I get your point.”

She always had someone to walk her to her Cybertronian classes to make sure she actually arrived and didn’t make the decision to go explore instead. Usually it was one of her companions like Bumblebee or Bulkhead that would accompany her, but there were days where duty called. So, that left her substitutes. This time, it was Blurr’s turn. And while he would usually complain about having to do such a simple task such as chaperoning, he could make an exception for the girl who saved his life.

He could be difficult to understand, but Sari was getting the hang of it.

“Great! Now that that’s all settled, we should get a move on.” He was already booking it to the stairs, leaving Sari in the dust.

“Um, hello? I can’t keep up with you!” she shouted, cupping her hands around her mouth. He zipped back over in less than a second, servos resting on his hips.

“What’s the issue?” he asked. He didn’t look all that pleased. “You could do it just fine before, if I recall correctly, which I do.”

She chuckled. “Before, you were a cube that I could hook up to my backpack. Besides,” she turned to point at the alternative. “The elevator’s right there.” She failed to notice his slight moment of hesitation.

He waved a dismissive servo, turning his back to her and crossing his arms. “There’s really no need for that. I’m much faster than the elevator, all you have to do is really hold on tight, or I could hold you in my servos. Though, I suppose at the speed I’m running at the force would still knock you back, which wouldn’t be too comfortable for you-”

Sari had already flown up and pushed the button, courtesy of her jetpack. “Elevator it is then.”

He glared at her for a few nanokliks, tapping one pede indignantly before he huffed. “Alright, fine!” A few steps and a push of a button later, they were on their way. 

And with that, Sari set herself down on Blurr’s shoulder. “See? The elevator isn’t the end of the world.” He gave an irritated grumble of acknowledgement, still tapping his pede against the ground. He didn’t pay too much attention to any words that came after that. In fact, he didn’t pay any attention at all. Her chatter was tuned out and all he could really see was how everything was enclosed… walls around him on each side… with no way out.

His digits dug into his arms, but he bit back the whimper in his throat. Sari was saying something again, but frankly he was too busy fighting off the panic racking his body that he didn’t put in an effort to decipher it. 

Were the walls getting closer? Was he imagining that? He wasn’t quite sure but it didn’t matter if they actually were or not, because it certainly felt like they were!

He was back in that corridor already again, cornered by Shockwave, facing his own demise as it crept closer and closer. And he had tried, of course he had, but nothing worked! He hadn’t been fast enough. The only thing he had always been able to rely on got rendered completely useless. The space got smaller and smaller, his time growing shorter, and then-

Blurr snapped, jamming the elevator button to open over and over. “OkayIwannagetoffletmeoffletmeoffpleasecomeonletmeoff-”

It had not been a quick nor painless death. When the walls closed in on him, he felt his frame begin to crack and bend, his body not able to handle the pressure and growing tighter. He had tasted his own energon bubbling up in his throat and dripping from his mouth with his last dying scream. 

The doors of the elevator finally opened up and he bolted out, gasping and whimpering as he sat down, shaking. He quickly looked down at his hands, rotating them, opening and closing them, to confirm that he was no longer stuck in that form. He didn’t even notice Sari running over to him until she was right there. She was calling his name, eyes bright with concern. 

“Blurr! It’s okay, you’re safe!” she cried out to no avail. She paused to think and then her jetpack gave her a boost, dropping her in Blurr’s servo. “See? I’m right here, and things are gonna be okay. I’m gonna help you.”

“Sari,” was all he could get out for now. He brought the techno-organic closer to get a better look at her. Yup, this was definitely Sari alright. She was whole, he was holding her, he was whole… he was okay. He was alive.

Sari wasn’t dumb by any means. She could figure things out pretty quickly. With Blurr beginning to come down from his panic attack, she was beginning to put the pieces together. She’d gotten vague details from Blurr about the incident, how Shockwave had trapped him. Judging from the state she had found him in… oh.

Blurr was claustrophobic. 

“The elevator!” She smacked her hand into her forehead, squeezing her eyes shut. “I didn’t even think about… Blurr, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to!” She wrapped her arms around one of his digits, squeezing tight. It took him half a nanoklik to realize it was an attempt at a hug. He stared at first, then brought her closer to his chest plate. From what he understood, Sari was still a child in human standards and children made mistakes, more so than most. And, they usually learned from them. 

He closed his optics, soaking in the calm. 

“No more elevators,” Sari promised and she meant it.

He let himself smile, some of the tension leaving his body. “I’d appreciate that very much, Sari. Thank you”

Yes, class had definitely started by now and Sari was not there like she should be, like he had said she should be, but he was sure Arcee could make an exception. Just this once.

[vullcanica]

There's a puddle on the floor perfectly shaped like a bird... The bulk of its body is round and enlongated, sat at the raised lip of stone he stands atop, and its tail drains left - long and luxurious. The head is a smaller blot above, merging down in a thick stream through the neck. Nikodemus' blood drips exactly where the eye should be.

He can't think.

He tries to... Follows the jut of a beak fathering between two stones and grapples at an anchor for his broken mind. Tries his hand at stringing a memory together. The thoughts are distant. Pale. White doves...? No, magpies... Bright sunlight. His thin legs burn in painful protest, desperate for rest. He wishes to sit but cannot. Though he can no longer feel the hook through the meat of his back, he knows it's there. The blood crusts around his toes now. Red. Red beak... Small bird, fitted to a tender palm. Sparrow.. Cuckoo... No.

He watches the mesmerizing ripple of the puddle below and thinks he is losing his mind. Is the leak coming from his shoulder or his broken teeth. It doesn't matter. The bird blinks at him rhythmically. His memories all blurr like a broken surface. Red beak. Pale birds. Noisy and mournful. Searching. He'd snapped their necks as mercy. He is more wound than man these days. These weeks perhaps. Months? Time's long ago blurred together in a delirium of red-hot agony and blissful black and nothing else, nothing inbetween. His body is a vast open chasm, rotted at the edges, and it weeps from every crevice, both blood and sweat like acid pouring into wounds fresh and festering and foul. ...Finches. The memory clears. He touches it.

Avita's finches. Small and pale and red-cheeked. Five witches finches she called them, all named after red flowers. He'd always thought they looked identical but she insisted she could tell them apart by birdsong. His eyes sting with unshed tears. Not now. Focus. Soft chirping mixed with cherubic laughter. The warm sun on his face and the precise pale blond of her little head. Red spring flowers. A noose. The hook snags on his back and his whole body screams.

Nikodemus sobs into the empty cell.

Death will not take him here. His body trembles with the effort to keep sane, not alive. He should be dead. (From the top. White dove. White wings.) He's sure he's begged for it, through the agony of blade, hook, hammer, fire and hunger and thirst, none of which had taken him when they should have. He cannot die here. They will not let him. (Angel. Heaven. Garden.)

"Eden." he gasps into the dark at last. It's an ugly desperate sound from an ugly desperate thing. "Eden ...Do you hear me?"

plotted starter for @bhrathair

[spilled-energon]

Longarm breathed a sigh of relief at Blurr's response. Almost there. They were almost safe. The last stretch of the journey would be dangerous, though. Trypticon Prison was sure to be back up and running by now. If they hadn't noticed Shockwave's empty cell yet, then they would soon. There would be police bots and Elite Guard members crawling all over the surface of the city. He was less of an eye sore in this frame, so maybe if he just kept his helm down and stayed as close as possible to Blurr, they would be able to slip into the apartment unseen.

As Blurr helped him to his pedes, a pained gasp left Longarm. He immediately shifted his weight to his right side and leaned heavily against the smaller bot attempting to support him. "Agitated is right," he grit out through a clenched jaw. The sudden movement of being pulled from the ground had certainly irritated something. With Blurr helping him, though, he managed to begin walking once more. He tried to ignore the feeling of fresh, warm energon trickling down his chest. Ah. So that's what he had reopened.

"This pace must be agony for you," Longarm mumbled after they had been hobbling along for several minutes. Talking helped to stave off the tempting lull of unconsciousness. He was shocked by how patient Blurr was being with him. The kindness was another factor that continued to prod at his simmering pool of guilt. Why did he feel bad? He should be thrilled to be only a handful of blocks away from having escaped the Autobot's highest security prison.

He had spent far too much time down in these tunnels over the years. It was one of the only safe spaces for him to stretch out in his natural state and tinker without fear of someone finding him. Most Cybertronians were entirely unaware of its presence- which had worked in his favor.

Longarm lifted his helm again when he heard Blurr shift, then stand. The prospect of having to shove his beaten and tired legs back underneath him was not something he was looking forward to, but the sooner the made it to Blurr's apartment, the sooner he could rest. A shaky ex-vent left him as he mentally prepared to stand once more.

"If we aren't far," he started, "Then let's go now." Any more sitting around would do him in. "I'm struggling to concious." The cracked gem above his optics was entirely dark by this point, it's usual vibrant red a sickly dull grey. The red liquid that had been pouring down his face had dried by now, though a few fresh drops still fell from the shattered remnants of his optic. While it was nice to not have it actively leaking anymore, he was well aware that his frame was absolutely in the process of trying to produce more.

Longarm lifted a servo and held it out in the general direction he heard Blurr speak from last. "Help me up."

[cosmica-galaxy]

So I wanted to try my doodle skills at a Shattered Glass TFA shockwave. In my personal headcanon, he’s the ‘bumblebee’ of the swapped group. He’s the smallest and the frailest, but that doesn’t mean he’s any weaker than his non-shattered glass counterpart.  I compare his personality to that of Wheatley from Portal 2. He takes on the more social aspects of Bee and Blurr. Being more talkative and tending to ramble on and on more about certain topics. It’s a bit annoying to his Decepticon comrades, but his mostly-oblivious nature prevents such cues from getting to him. His altmode would probably consist of a small speedy tank, similar to his non-SG variant. He also happens to have a weapon of choice being a hammer, as Wheatley also uses a hammer and shockwave in the TFA show steals Ultra Magnus’s hammer, which I found fitting. He’s also the one with the human ‘pet’. Like with bumblebee when Sari followed the Autobots, this human managed to get into contact with Shockwave during a skirmish and they bonded. Most deceptcions are weary of organics, but especially this one. As they have grown an attachment to their larger, gentler, and more dumb companion and if anyone has a problem with that, they will gladly rip a servo off. They have a ‘small protects tall’ dynamic, in which the smaller organic is much more fierce than Cybertronians give them credit for. Megatron doesn’t like humans getting involved, however, he makes an exception for this one. As it tends to keep Shockwave out of trouble and is more than willing to gouge out an autobot optic should they mean their big dumb friend any harm.