#*slaps Smokescreen*

[vixendoesstuff]

I just thought of something.

So it's basically widely accepted that Smokescreen is from Praxus, right? Even in the Aligned continuity? Well, taking fact of the Aligned universe's timeline about Smokescreen, he's young. Like, at the very least around Bumblebee's age group or older. And according to the Exodus novel, Praxus was destroyed early in the war; way before Bumblebee was sparked. Maybe I'm preaching here, but this kinda implies that Smokescreen has never been to Praxus at all, despite having the "frame" or "build" for it.

That means he doesn't know jack shit about what makes Praxians recognizable and kinda infamous in the eyes of other Cybertronians (or what the fandom would categorize them with, at least). He doesn't know the culture, the traditions, the history. He's probably lived in Iacon for most, if not all, of his life. So he probably only knows how Iaconians operate and how to live with them, how to behave around them. He's most familiar with Iacon, with their history and culture and traditions.

In terms of biology, I'm sure he has at least an instructor from Praxus or someone knowledgeable about his frame teaching him the necessities. The bare bones, if you will. There's little time for some long history lesson when you can get killed in a blink of an eye, after all. So he's not completely clueless about his heritage.

The sensitive doorwings, in his opinion, is a major plus in his book, able to detect even the slightest change in the air. Which is perfect for potential battle scenarios and when he's on guard duty; he can sense when someone is nearby, and react accordingly.

Though he could do without the sensory overload he gets once in a while. Took some time for him to learn how to disable the sensors in his wings when he needs it.

Speaking about wings, y'all know the famous headcanon that comes along with it? Being able to "speak" with only doorwing twiches and flutters? Yeah, Smokescreen got no idea about that either. His processor can sort of translate what one action means because it's built into his coding and all that, but the more complex ones? The ones that are learned by experience and teachings and less about instinct? Don't be surprised if he accidently offends someone with the wrong response.

Also he speaks with an Iaconian dialect, with a hint of another unrecognizable accent mixed in. Because of course he does. And his handwriting and way of writing words is noticeably Iaconian in origin; and also kinda fancy looking, thanks to Alpha Trion.

But yeah, this is my new headcanon now, Iacon Raised! Smokescreen is my new ambrosia.

[frozen-orbit]

Renegades characters as one out of context Taylor Swift lyric

Ruby: "The life of the party, you're showing off again. And I'd roll my eyes and then you'd pull me in. I'm not much for dancing, but for you, I did."

Oscar: "I always forget to tell you I love you. I loved you from the very first day."

Danna: "Do you believe me now?"

Narcissa: "I don't really wanna fight, 'cause nobody's gonna win."

Max: "You're a bandit like me. Eyes full of stars."

Maggie: "Knew her when I was young, reconnected when we were a little bit older."

Callum: "You showed me something that I couldn't see. You opened my eyes and you made me believe."

Genissa: "Women like hunting witches too, doing your dirtiest work for you."

Winston: "Laughin', but the joke's not funny at all."

Honey: "I know they said the end is near, but I'm still on my tallest tiptoes, spinning in my highest heels, love."

Leroy: "Remember when I pulled up and said 'get in the car'."

Phobia: "Made you run and hide like a scared little boy."

Ace Anarchy: "Now he sits on his throne in his palace of bones praying to his greed."

Lady Indomitable: "So they killed Cassandra first 'cause she feared the worst."

Millie: "And so I changed your name and any real defining clues."

Didn't include Nodrian cause they have their own post 😁

[vhaos-chaotic-writing]

Heyy!! How you doing?~ I wanted to ask who do you think out of TFP's autobots would be most to least husband or boyfriend material 🫣🫣

Yippieee, 1st ask!! ヾ(≧ ▽ ≦)ゝI am the worst person you could have asked for a tier list of whom is good husband material and not so good (shaking TFP Starscream with her tiny hands). /j

WARNING: This all based on myyy own opinion, logic and what I know from the Prime series - so, all fun! Never take seriously what I say! Also, too much text. (EDIT: Added Ultra Magnus! Never forgetting that fine mech again!)

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Transformers Prime - Most to Least husband material

MOST

Bumblebee - Baby boy, would be such a good husband. Soft and protective, good with kids, comprehensive - the list can keep going! Perfection in person. (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Optimus Prime - He is good husband material, but I fear his selflessness and will to give his life for the sake of others, specially you, can be a double edged sword... but he is nonetheless a good candidate to be husband. A 9.99 in score.

Soundwave - A genius, intelligent, has sense of humor - can be quite stalkerish if you think about it, but it's loyal and definitely protective. If you don't mind the silence and the pattern of his speech, he is good husband material! Maybe the only thing that rests him points would be that he would give you a death scare if you forget he is there for a second.

Ultra Magnus - Good husband material, the thing that rests him points would be how strict he tends to be, it might get under your nerves. But this mech is good husband material! Calm, thinks before acting, knows when to stand up and fight back if necessary, respects others and will take your emotions and well being always in consideration!

Bulkhead & Breakdown - Same tier, both give me the vibes of 'I am a big guy, strong and ready to protect you' and 'the guy that will make you laugh, listen to you and can be quite naive (at some degree)'. They would be perfect to give you comfort and support, but have their flaws - impulsiveness, might not give the right answers or words in the moment. Nonetheless, good husband material, just be patient and go easy on them! (Of course give them a slap at the back of their helms when needed).

Knock Out & Smokescreen - Same tier and like BH/BD; they can be good husband material, but I fear both can come off sometimes annoying because of their personalities. KO could be annoying because of his quite egocentric personality and Smokes is a yapper and quite impulsive. Buuut they are not the worst, good husband material with its flaws.

Arcee (Yes, I am adding her here - bisexual go brrr) & Cliffjumper - A duo as always, they can be good wife/husband material, buuut with how easy things can get in their nerves (speaking more on Cee's side since... well, we only had Cliff for 1 episode-), you'll need both patience and put your limits/stance if you want the relationship to work. And reassurance on Arcee's side. She has lost many partners already, you will need to show her kindness and softness, keep up with her anger bursts while remaining in place, comfort and support. And she will pay you back the same and protect you dearly, slowly working on her things to become better.

Ratchet - The middle point; I love Ratchet dearly, but I fear with the war and how much he has lost, adding to the fact he has decided to close himself off on some emotional levels in order to not 'keep suffering and focus on his tasks' he can be a 'good husband material but with it's difficulties'. Will need patience, reassurance and perseverance on this, as he may hurt you accidentally emotionally, but will do everything to apologize, to be better - patience and empathy is the key! But this mech better do the same!

Starscream - Like Ratchet, but worse. Starscream can be a double-faced mech that is both a victim of abuse and his own problems (not able to trust others, cowardly, hurting others before he gets hurt and intentionally if it benefits him, doing anything to get his own way) and also the culprit of making other victims. He is a mix of too many things, but we know he is loyal, and I'm sure that with time, too much patience and reassurance, he could become husband material. It's a "I can fix him" and it could work! ... or not.

Wheeljack - Yeah... I like him, but I'll have my doubts. I fear he might not be that a good material husband with how much he is travelling and moving from place to place. And I also fear there is a 50% he won't be that faithful or take your feelings in the matter as something important to evaluate. I love you Jacky, but the 'husband material' might not be quite here. Definitely scared of commitment, will come back to share kisses and such, but not stay for tomorrow... who knows when he will come back.

Megatron - Yeah... it could work, maybe. Protective, self-confident, strong... quite aggressive, could snap or hurt you. If you add the dark energon, could hurt you badly or... offline you. Worst part, I think it could happen intentionally or, if it happnes by accident, will not mourn you. The 'I need someone strong as me, not weak' is playing in my head. (；′⌒`)

Dreadwing - Will be loyal, but with how he is prone to be aggressive and get physical, idolizing Megatron - I fear if the latter orders him to do something with you... might do it. (°ロ°)

Shockwave - Nuh-huh, always puts rational thoughts before feelings, and he might not be thaaat far from hurting you if he wants something for his own gain or use you as an experiment (actively or passive, might not see you 100% as an equal).

Airachnid - Haha. No. I support women rights and wrongs but cheez - doesn't totally see you as an equal and I fear she is ready to offline you if you are no longer something 'usable' for her.

LEAST

I think that's all of them! Just took the main-important ones in my point of view. As you can see, I like to write, I am yapper after all. (。・ω・。) Vhaos out!

[ablobwhowrites]

Hello there it's me again, I saw what you did and I must say....U COOKED AGAIN. I'm very thankful of you post part 3 of false ruler Y/n but anyways

I got my own path on False ruler Y/n done so I hope you can reply as soon or as fast as you can and rate my own path for False ruler Y/n 🙏 щ⁠(•́⁠ ⁠ ⁠‿⁠ •̀⁠щ⁠)

Just to let y'all know that this is kinda connected to false ruler just not entirely connected this is more like a divided pathway where Y/n realizes that he had the chance to be free but didn't take the chance but also I just wanted to see how the creator of false ruler Y/n au rates the path I created where Y/n abandons everything and starts a new identity as Y/n

HERE THE PATHS HERE

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PATH PART ONE: LEAVING THE OLD AND STARTING AS THE NEW

Yells of worry can be heard inside the ruined castle as Gingerbrave, Strawberry and Wizard cookie along with the Ancients are fighting against the statue that's Keeping Y/n in

"GET AWAY FROM ME!!" Y/n yells as Gingerbrave dodges a stone hand that was about to slap him away

"No You have to return Back to the Kingdom To keep you safe again!" Gingerbrave yells back as he dodges another strike from the statue that Y/n is in

As they're fighting, Y/n leaves a opening for Pure vanilla cookie to see and take advantage of as he conjures up the spell that can bring Y/n out of their Corrupted state, which ends up forming into a small ball of light

"I hope this works..." He mutters as he points his staff towards the opening of Y/n

"BACK AWAY" He yells to the others as they back from the statue of Y/n as Y/n looks towards Pure vanilla in confusion.

But They don't react fast enough as the ball of light hits the opening of the statue, bypassing through the defense of the statue that's supposed to keep Y/n before hitting Y/n Directly, Causing the statue to glow brightly and cause Y/n to be pushed out of the statue and be reversed out of their Corrupted state

Everyone watches as they see Y/n be brought of their Corrupted, bringing them joy now that they can bring their bird ruler back to their kingdom

One thing that everyone did not notice is that Y/n is still in the same mindset where Y/n Values freedom and hates being kept inside their castle

(What the hell am I doing... Why did I take the chance to run away and start a new life...) Y/n wonders before hitting the ground as you're still in their same crumbled body state, acting unconscious while gathering their power to form a smokescreen

Pure vanilla runs over to Y/n as he checks one their condition, worried about their body crumbling soon

"Y/n Can you hear me!" Pure vanilla Cries out before seeing Y/n's eyes opening up

"Whaa..."

"Guys he's awake" Pure vanilla turns his head away from Y/n towards the others telling them that Y/n is awake

But he doesn't get enough to turn his head back to Y/n as he feels something connect to his face as Y/n punches Pure vanilla in the face before deploying the smokescreen, Causing lots of Smoke to fill up the entire room their in

"Y/N!" "Y/N WHERE ARE YOU!" "GAH SMOKESCREEN!" "FIND THE INTRUDER" "PURE VANILLA ARE YOU ALRIGHT"

While everyone is panicking, You don't waste a second and charge towards a window and

Everyone hears the sound of glass shattering before looking towards the window that wasn't broken before, Now broken with the silhouette of someone falling down towards the forest surrounding the ruined

"NOOOOO!"

"Y/N!" Golden cheese flys towards and through the broken window and flys down towards the same direction where Y/n is falling down to

You fall through the gaps between the tree branches before grabbing one of the tree branches and swinging yourself towards one tree branch to another before deciding the land onto the ground

You hear the crunch of your legs threatening to break before you began running with all the strength you've got left in your broken crumbled body

You were free, You can fly as a bird now, YOU CAN FLY INTO TH-

"Y/N!" You hear someone call out your name and you turn back to see Golden cheese cookie right on your tail before adrenaline began running through your body and making you run faster as Golden cheese began to close in the distance

You began to conjure up something with the means to get away from Golden cheese cookie

"Y/n!"

"What a minute Y/n what are yo-

Her answer is short lived before a swirling portal opens in front of you from a small distance before you used up the remaining power left into your legs and stamina, Making you run faster causing the distance from Golden cheese to further expand

"Y/N WHAT ARE DOING!?"

"Y/N NOO!"

You head dive first into the swirling portal as Golden cheese cries to you but as if on cue, Time begins to slow down as the remaining amount of your cookie body enters the portal with the portal beginning to close as Golden cheese reaches her arm further out more towards the portal before it fully closes on her, Causing her to crash land into the ground

She looks where you once were before tears began to fall down her falls before fully breaking down, You her Most Precious treasure now gone to who knows where the Portal might take you at

"NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!"

Awhile later

Gingerbrave, strawberry, wizard cookie along with the rest of the ancient find where Golden cheese cookie is at and see her breaking down in tears before Pure vanilla crounches down

"Pure vanilla where is Y/-

"gone"

Everyone looks at Golden cheese cookie with a bit of fear in their eyes along with the look that saids 'Don't tell me that..'

"Y/n's gone *Hic* the... One who corrupted Y/n just... Opened a portal and made Y/n jump in it... *Hic*"

Soon Tears began Dropping Gingerbrave, strawberry, and wizard cookie, along with White Lily as they started crying and breaking down at the news

Pure vanilla and Hollyberry also began crying at the news that Y/n's gone now after they just got their bird ruler back from their Corrupted state

Dark cacao looked away while tears threaten to trickle his eyes while the grip on his sword tighten and his other fist clenched at the news of you gone

[BACK WITH Y/N]

You began to wake, seeing a clear blue sky at the first thing you see before you get up before taking your first breath of air, with it being clear and fresh without the hino of sweet in it

You look down and see that your hands, That were once cookie dough, now smooth and fleshy with fingernails near the round points of your fingers with you now wearing clothing that were rags with your hair now black and wrapped up into a ponytail

You look around your surroundings and see that your in a field with a road path to your left with the field swaying against the wind smoothly

You began crying tears of joy at the result of you diving head first into the portal as you realize you were free, Free as a bird now that the bird can fly into the sky.

not knowing that the portal you just dove into reversed your body's aging to the age of a child in exchange of your body healing your crumbling body before you said something

"I'm free... *hic* I'm free.... I'M FREEEE"

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God that was tiring but that's not all it tho without Further ado, Heads up Part two Y/n is Okita Souji

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PATH PART TWO: RETURNING BACK INTO THE OLD

WARNINGS: GORE, HEAVY GORE IF YOU DON'T LIKE THEN SKIP THIS PART

"THAT'S IT EVERYONE!!! THE WINNER OF RAGNAROK IS..... HUUUUMMMMAAANNNNIIITTTTYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

As soon as the news of Humanity being the winner of Ragnarok and being granted the chance a second chance from not becoming extinct, All of Humanity from Stone age to Modern age Began cheering their hearts out due to the fact now that they can live another 1000 years while the gods were distraught, Humbled and pissed off at the fact that they lost to a race that were supposed to be weaker than them

Humanity was jumping in joy, crying out tears of joy and huddling up and hugging in joy that they can live freely now with Y/n Now Okita Souji was getting hugged by Shusuke, The son of Mr. Kondo, along with other captains of the other divisions and Mr Kondo himself at the news of Humanity winning and Souji participating in the tenth round of Ragnarok

"SOUJI WE DID IT!!" "WE WON, WE WON!!!!!!!" "WE WON, SEE THAT GODS GO F*** YOURSELFS AND EAT SHIT"

"SOUJI WE WON, PAPA WE WON AND WE LIVE WITHOUT BEING EXCTINTION"

"YES SHUSUKE, WE WON AND ITS THANKS TO SOUJI AND THE OTHER GOD SLAYERS THAT WON AS WELL... Well Nearly all of them"

A gold light begins glowing underneath Souji and Mr. Kondo, Shusuke and the other captains, showing them that it's time for them to rest in peace

"Well this is it fellas" "Yea it's for us to rest now" "Don't worry guys We'll meet up in our next lives" "YEAAAA!!"

"Souji" Souji turns to Mr.kondo as He puts his hand on his head before ruffling up his hair "Do good in your next life"

"I will Mr.kondo.. I'll miss you"

"I'll miss you to Souji"

Then everything turns to light

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As Souji wakes up, First thing that he sees if the sun glaring into his eyes as he blocks the sun with his han-

Wait why does it look famili-

He gets up immediately before checking for his companions and loved ones

"SHUSUKE, MR. KONDO, GUYS!?!" He yells out there names before he spots a pond before running towards the pond and seeing his reflection

He sees a cookie around normal that has the exact same black hair ponytail with it wearing the exact same blue kimono with the same red scarf around its neck before seeing the face of the cookie

It exactly looks like him before memories began surging through his head, clenching his head with both of his hands as the memories run through before realizing that he's back to his old self

He was back as Y/n in the same world where he was trapped in the castle he called prison before running away and getting corrupted before breaking free from that State and running away again before running towards into the portal

He began breathing nervously before he began to hyperventilate for a bit before taking a few deep calming breaths

He realizes now that he's back to Earthbread, Every cookie will recognize him and trap him back inside that castle but the only he'll escape that fate is to fight back with his katana

He unsheathes his katana before looking into the reflection of the blade before deciding what to do

If he wants to escape that trapped fate, he'll have to kill and fight those who'll want to trap him even the means of fighting and killing those who are weak and don't want to fight..

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After walking around for a few minutes, he finds a town and walks around it before finding a news stand and seeing the front page of the newspaper

! 2 MONTHS OF THE RULER OF THE COOKIE KINGDOM, Y/N MISSING AFTER FINDING OUT HE'S MISSING!

This shocked Souji to his core, How long was he gone for, How long did a month relate to to a entire life in another World?

That didn't matter all he know that he had to keep moving, He had to be sure that doesn't get notice by others or else it's back to the bird cage

He leaves the news stand before quickly pickpocketing someones money before buying a cloak and leaving the town with the cloak to who knows where

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It was freezing cold as he walked through the wind of the freezing mountains as his footsteps made crunching sounds everytime he walks through the snow with the wind hitting against his cloak

He much walking does he have to do to reach shelter, just how mu-

"HEY YOU, WANDERING STRANGER"

He turns and sees a small group of cacao warriors, From what he can remember from earth bread, they were watchers.

"what are you doing walking through the wind at this time of night... do you got business with the people smuggling contraband into the CACAO KINGDOM!?!" "Yea do you!?!"

The watchers along with their captain asks him and viewed hostility with Okita shaking his head with him no before the wind blew harshly against his cloak, revealing his sword and a small pouch of rations he had on his side

The captain, mistaking the pouch as contraband yells out to the watchers.

"HE'S SMUGGLING CONTRABAND INTO THE KINGDOM! SURROUND AND ARREST HIM!"

Him along with the other warriors surround and charge at Souji but before they could arrest, Souji doesn't waste a second and unsheathes his katana out and kills one of the watchers by cutting their stomach open, causing jam to be spilled over the snow

Another one tries to stab him from behind with their spear but Souji ducks the stab before his eyes turn red and slices their head off their neck with their jam spray from their severed wound before appearing infront of another watcher and stabs at his upper left side where his heart is before stabbing him again at his upper right side before ending it with a stab to their head, causing jam to still be leaked

"AGH WHAT IS HE- AGH!" "STAND YORU GROUND AN- AGH!" "DON'T SHOW FEA-"

As more warriors try to surround Souji, They get cutted up by him with their jam being sprayed all over the snow and Souji as He watches with a smile related to demon on his face while his eyes are burning red

The captain and a few of the watchers watch in fear and horror as they watch they're comrades get cut and killed by a Wandering stranger with a slim, long sword with a smile and eyes of a demon

"WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?! CHARGE!!!" the captain yells out to the watchers who were watching charge at Souji before they get cut and killed down before one of them cuts a piece of his cloak off before they get their stomach cut opened by Souji

The piece of fabric flys towards one watcher who didn't charge towards Souji as they watch in horror at how Souji is cutting down their comrades with ease while having the eyes and smile of a demon

"HEY WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!" they are snapped back out of their state before the captain yells at the fearful watcher

"GO IN THERE AND FIGHT WITH YOUR COMRADES" instead they grab the piece of fabric and run away towards the dark cacao kingdom with the captain out to them

"TRAITOR, YOU DISGRACE WATCHER WHEN I TELL HIS MAJOS-" He doesn't have time to full finish what he said before he gets cut down by Souji's technique: Three stage thrust

Souji looks around the carnage of dead bodies he made with the smell of jam thick in the air before he sheathes his blade before seeing that he got jam all over his cloak, showing that he barely survived a beast attack before he sees the lights of the Dark cacao kingdom before walking towards the direction of the Kingdom

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"YOU DID WHAT!!?!!"

The Screams of the fearful watcher can be heard as Crunchy chip cookie yells at the watcher

"Not only you've decided to abandoned your comrades...YET YOU DECIDE TO SHOW YOUR DISGRACED FACE AROUN-"

"SILENCE!"

The throne room went silent after dark cacao yelled out towards crunchy chip cookie to be silent

"Crunchy chip cookie that is enough!... Before he gets his punishment... Tell us.. what was the description of the attacker that killed your comrades"

"I-it was no n-n-normal c-cookie your m-m-Majesty...that cookie is a d-damn demon s-swordsmen"

Dark cacao raises his eyebrow at this

"what do you mean by 'Demon swordsmen'? "

"T-that Damn c-cookie is a swordsmen and has the e-e-eyes and smile of a demon"

"And how did it took your comrades before you ran away?"

"I-i-it had some long slim s-sword that managed to c-c-cut open my comrades s-stomach and their h-heads off..."

Everyone looks at the fearful watcher with disbelief in their face with dark cacao looking at the watcher suspiciously

"And how can you us that your not lieing?" "I-ive got a piece and fabric t-that was cutted off from the Demon c-child"

"Crunchy chip" "I've got it...Give me that!"

Crunchy chip cookie grabs the piece of fabric from the fearful watcher before having his wolf companion sniff the fabric

The wolf sniff the fabric a few times before it turned it's head away from the fabric before it began to start gagging before throwing up

This catch Dark cacao and the others off guard, If the smell was so bad to the point where Crunchy chips Companion, who happened to have the strongest nose from all the wolfs they had, threwed up from the smell of blood on a small piece of fabric, then it meant it was really true

"Crunchy chip cookie have your squadron ready up"

"Yes your majesty!"

"Caramel arrow cookie have the watchers ready"

"Yes your Majesty!"

"and you, your punishment will be under go training as watcher while help build up the wall"

"y-yes your majesty"

"We'll be leaving in a bit... This "demon child" must be confronted by me"

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After Walking for awhile Souji sees the gate of the dark cacao kingdom in eye sight before he sighs, just how much long did he have t-

"FREEZE!"

the sound of multiple footsteps running towards him along with the sound of constant crunching of snow being crushed startled him before Multiple warriors along with wolves surrounded him, fangs bared and weapons pointed at him ready to strike without second chance

"By the law of the dark cacao kingdom, You'll be questioned and trailed by the dark cacao kingdom for the murders of soldiers you've killed Demon swordsmen!"

He looks and sees a cookie with white with a bit of brown in it ponting his claw armed weapon at him along with a white wolf and another who is aiming her bow at him before he sees a cookie with long dark hair with a black crown on his head along with him wearing armor and holding a sword with a gem on it

Souji smiles at this, Multiple warriors ready to strike him? Oh this brings back memories of Bakumatsu, and gets his blood pumping and heart beating along with his body heating up.

He unsheathes his blades as he shifts into ox stance, smiling like a demon with his eyes flashing red

"CHARGE!" before they could even charge at him, He makes haste by charging forward and cuts one of them in the stomach, causing their insides to be spilled opened and jam be sprayed everywhere, making all the warriors and wolfs to charge at him

All it could be said was that it was a bloodbath as Souji was moving like a blur and was cutting off the heads, parts of warriors and wolfs along with him cutting open their stomach and stabbing them multiple times

Dark cacao, crunchy chip and caramel arrow cookie watches with horror as they witness the Demon swordsmen kill and cutted down their comrades and companions

After the bloodbath was over, Souji looks over to the three with jam with a demonic smile on his face while his blade was heavily coated in blood

Caramel arrow and crunchy chip cookie tried to move but couldn't as they were paralyzed due to fear and the only one that wasn't paralyzed by fear was Dark cacao cookie before he took a few steps forward before pointing his sword at Souji

"It looks like you truly live up to your nickname Demon swordsmen but I'll be the one who'll stop you" As He gets into a stance before Souji shifts back into ox stance before He felt his body getting much hotter, Heart beating much faster than usual and cells rushing twice as faster

"Demon child release" he mutters before he felt his body getting stronger and lighter with his eyes changing from red to blue with him no longer smiling like a demon before he drops his form and goes into a formless form

The two swordsmen wait for the other to make the first move before Souji step forward looking like he was about to fall face first before he began swaying with swaying to the left and to the right close the distance between dark cacao cookie with afterimages and causing him barley react in time as he blocks the strike

(I can't see the start!?!) Dark cacao exclaimed in surprise before Souji began running circles around causing for afterimages to run around before Dark cacao waited and waited....until he swung his sword behind himself causing Souji to duck and lunge forward, Managing to a cut On Dark cacao's cheek before he swung his sword at Souji, only to phases through him, showing Dark Cacao a afterimage of Souji, Shocking Dark cacao at the speed Souji has.

But Souji appears behind behind Dark cacao, Causing him to strike Dark cacao's sword as He blocked before leaving behind another afterimage for dark cacao to strike,

As if It were a rainstorm, Souji began striking Dark cacao multiple times as with multiple forms and techniques, Overwhelming Dark cacao with afterimages before knocking him down and his sword away

Souji looks down at dark Cacao Cookie's defeated form, His Armor and body is riddled with Fresh slashes and cuts causing jam to bleed as Dark cacao asks himself

(Why does this cookie feels so Familiar?)

Souji then looks up and sees Crunchy chip cookie stood frozen as a statue with his wolf companion before turning to where the one with the bow is- Hey did she go?

Then Wooshing sound of an arrow is then heard As Souji turns his head, Only to be met with the head of the arrow before he barley moves his head to the side and dodges it, cutting his cheek and forcing his hood down in the process

As the arrow misses its Target, it manages to reveal how the demon swordsmen is truly as Crunchy chip, caramel arrow and dark cacao look and see who it really is before they are met with a site that causes their jam to run cold and have a face full of shock and betrayal

With the hood off, it shows them a cookie with black hair wrapped into a ponytail with a red scarf wrapped around their neck along with a face that is all too familiar for them to forget

Dark cacao is the first to say something while getting up

"Y/n... Is that you...?"

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Welp That was long as hell but anyway I hope you enjoyed reading my path on False ruler Y/n but I'm not asking for this be a part 4 but to be sure others don't confuse this as a part 4 put this as "False ruler Path: Okita Souji" or something so that others don't have to confuse as a part 4

Sorry if I'm sending this to you late but If you want, You can cook something with this, I hope you have the time to cook up something with this AND DON'T HOLD BACK ON THE WRITING

I really like it! And yeah y/n would tweak out that hard but I have another idea for this as hopefully it's good

(F/n) = fake name.

(also kinda using the style of @brittle-doughie for this but if they don't like it. I'll change it.)

Y/n panicked, they didn't want to be forced back to that awful castle as what would they do to them if they went back? Chair every door so they couldn't run? Or even break their legs so they couldn't run away. Y/n had so many horrible scenarios run through their head but before they were defended by the cookies who trapped them, they had made a distraction to give them enough time to escape as they now lived a constant life of fear, the skys felt like a hawk was occupying the skies searching for its prey and the ground was no safer as it felt as if eyes constantly followed them. Watching every movement and twitch they made, it was suffocating but after a while it faded as they felt like the chains that dug into their dough finally broke, the air now fresh and clean than the suffocating and stagnate air they where forced to breath in the castle. Y/n's outfit was ripped and torn but they could care less as they luckily sold some of the things for surprisingly a lot of money. they were able to make new clothes with fabric they bought, even make a new cloak to hide themselves better as they were lucky to remember the sewing lessons that cookies taught them before being forced to be 'the ruler'. Life was finally normal, free to do whatever they wanted. To get their hands dirty again, to finally sleep alone without having someone check on them every five minutes in the night.

Y/n put on a sun hat and gloves to harvest crops and vegetables that they grew. Baskets and baskets full of fresh fruits and vegetables that y/n grew and was going to be able to hopefully sell all of them to get new ingredients at the shops as y/n got prepared and put on their mask to hide their identity better before going as well as hiding more of their hair in the sun hat. "F/n! Your finally here!" A cookie ran up to y/n and their horse. Cookies wandered the big farmers market. Stands apon stands of farmers or random cookies selling goods or objects to cookies. "Cherry tart cookie! Sorry I'm late, I had to clean off the veggies of all the dirt as well as the fruits." Y/n apologize but cherry tart cookie smiled "oh well, your lucky I always come early. Come on I got a stand at the best spot!" She cheered and y/n's horse follow to the stand cherry had picked out, y/n had their horse rest on a blanket they brought to make it a hopefully a bit more comfortable to rest as cherry tart cookie and y/n put the fruits and vegetables on display. Many cookies back by the stand to get some of the products as y/n was a bit surprised that cookies liked their produce a lot as there was a lot of competition at these farmers markets in this village that many come as things produced here are very high value.

"Hey F/n, I'm going to go get use some berry juice. I'll be back soon!" Cherry tart said as she ran off to other stands to find one. Y/n sat in the shade waiting for cookies to buy more as y/n made a it to much of their fruits and vegetables.

"Well hi! I don't think I've ever seen you here before!"

Y/n froze as they looked to see who was standing at the front of the stand to see a cheery face of carrot cookie. Y/n looked panicked a bit but tried to play cool "yeah, I'm a bit new around here. Moved here about a week ago." Y/n greeted as they pulled their sun hat a bit lower to cover their face more. "Well nice to meet you, Names carrot cookie. Its nice to see new farmers here, I personally like to see what others like to sell around her." Carrot cookie smiled as y/n panicked more inside 'what of she brought more from the kingdom? Oh god what if she brought werewolf cookie!?! He'll know it's me just by my scent!' y/n's heart raced as they wanted to run but it would cause confusion and might freak out other cookies here. "Yeah...it's nice seeing other cookie here to. Oh and my name is F/n cookie." Y/n tried to keep themselves from stuttering. "You know, you sound familiar." Y/n stiffened as they sweat a bit "you really sound like y/-" "IM BACK!" Cherry tart cookie shouted as she held two big jars of berry juice. "You can't believe how far that stand was! Oh hey! New customer! Welcome to our stand, did anything catch you eye in particular? Oh and F/n could get another basket? We're running low on the strawberries and celery." Cherry tart cookie asked as y/n hurriedly got up and went to the cart.

Y/n panted as they leaned against the cart "To close. Oh why did I have to talk to her!? Why couldn't I have just kept my mouth shut?" Y/n pulled down their mask a bit to let themselves breath and just went to get another basket but as y/n lifted it, the bottom ripped open and had the oranges fall and roll on the ground and they groaned. They looked at the basket of strawberries in the back of other baskets of produces them to the oranges on the ground "why didn't I put the strawberries and celery closer to the front?" Y/n said to themselves as they grabbed a empty basket just for these emergencies and began to put the fallen oranges in the basket. "Oh dear, let me help you." A voice said from above as the cookie bent down and helped pick up the oranges, y/n looked up slightly to see who it was.

Butterbear cookie helped them clean up as y/n quickly pulled up their mask before he could see their face. "Hopefully non of these Oranges are to damaged." He said in his usually cheerful tone but y/n quickly grabbed the basket after everything was done "yep, I think it'll be alright. But I have to get going no-" y/n was to quick get up but was a bit to fast as they accidentally hit their head on the wagon and went back into a crouching position as the rubbed their head. "Oh are you alright?" Butterbear cookie shocked at how violently y/n slammed their head into the wagon. He helped them sit down and took of their hat to see how bad it was but y/n to distracted by the hit they on their head didn't notice he took off their hat. "Well just seems to be a fine, no bleeding but please watch your head." Butterbear cookie said concerned about y/n but y/n rubbed the place they hit there head "I'm fine Butterbear cookie." Y/n groaned as Butterbear cookie looked confused at y/n as how did this cookie know his name and then it clicked. "Y/n?..." He hesitated to ask as y/n froze again and looked at Butterbear cookie in horror.

"it is you! I can believe your still alive!"

Butterbear cookie hugged y/n tightly "Oh the other cookies will be thrilled! Lollipop cookie missed you so much." He cheered as y/n tried to think of a way to run or maybe find another village to hide out in but Butterbear cookie got up and took y/n's hand as y/n was forced to get up as Butterbear's grip on y/n's hand wasn't going to let y/n go even as y/n resister. He dragged them out into the main plaza of the market y/n tried to look around to see if they could try and vanish into the crowd. Y/n had to escape again but how long with this go on for? Why? Why can't they just have freedom?

(SORRY IF THIS WAS BAD! I WAS SUPER BUSY FOR THE PAST FEW WEEKS! but now I'm free but yeah I really liked this request and loved making stuff about it! But that's it for now but please if you like this and want more please don't be shy and request any ideas for stories or y/n's! But for now please stay safe and drink water!)

[muletia]

After the maternal instincts were off, since they hit like a fucking truck, afterwards it’s the same story. You’re practically sobbing into your merformer mate while babbling a dozen “I’M SORRY!!”’s for smacking them. You didn’t mean it, honest! All while oblivious guppy is oblivious and nomming on its own tail 

Awww don’t worry, your mer will definitely forgive your motherly aggression. Some completely (see: Optimus and Smokescreen/Bumblebee), others a little less so (see: Starscream and Knockout, especially if you accidentally scraped a few scales off his faceplate). But the chance to finally hold their whole family in their arms and admire their offspring absolutely makes up for those few days (or weeks) of getting slapped in the face.

Now it’s your mer’s turn to get hit by the fatherly instinct. He’s going to be very overprotective during most of the guppy’s childhood. Even harmless little fish won’t be allowed near you, chased off by a hormone-charged mer who’s ready to fight the ocean if needed.

Also imagine it was you who managed to knock up your mer. And they’re the ones slapping you across the face lmao. Knocked up Opti ain't escaping me in any AU.

[ihaznoclue]

Hello! Can I request some headcanons for TFP Ratchet, knockout and smokescreen? With the ex Decepticon Jinx reader stuff? Is interesting, I liked it very much

Pairings -> Ratchet, Knockout, Smokescreen x Reader

Warnings -> Mental Health Issues

Note -> Reader is a representative of Jinx from arcane

Genre -> Fluff?

RATCHET

He would most definitely be the respectful ine besides Optimus

he always keep out of your personal space when you are having an episode but will stay by your side until it’s over

He kind of wouldn’t care if you are a ex decepticon but he would be a little wary of you

he would help you fix and build stuff when you are feeling like

even though he doesn’t much about you he always makes time to have a little chat with you

you ranting and venting out while he continues with his work while listening

Ratchet would be like a protective partner when you do crazy stuff

but at least you are okay

KNOCKOUT

Hmm knockout would be confused on why you would be a ex decepticon but is still hanging out with him

but maybe imagine him being a autobot now since he switched sides as well

you and him would be the crazy duo imo

knockout would get some of the things that are happening in your life

trust him when he says that he dealt with a lot of stuff and losing a loved one

again another who would respect your personal space and than ask you if you are okay after

he lives to break things while you do both fixing and breaking stuff

well mostly exploding stuff

but knockout would the closest to you as he has similar stuff that happened

SMOKESCREEN

Smokecsreen would the confused one out of the bunch

he wouldn’t know what to do in the case if you breaking down or having an episode

he would panic himself and quickly get someone he trusts

because he wouldn’t think someone like him would be able to help without making it awkward

but sooner or later he would be able to help you

smokescreen gets curious and very interested in you

he loves your long braided hair

he also loves your inventions

but you always slap his hand away just in case he makes it explode right away

but he is taking a liking to you already

This is poorly made and I am sorry for that but currently I am not feeling well but wanted to finish my requests until I go to sleep

-A<3

[anon-e-miss]

Inglorious

He had no idea how many mechanisms had fragged the mech. Jazz looked as the puddle of transfluids and lubricants at the mech’s peds and the way his aft gaped and his valve folds hung low and loose. It looked like everyone at the club had put the anonymous mech to good use and the dark-cycle was only half over. On the other side of the box, there was a hole big enough for mechanisms to stick their spikes in and Jazz wondered how many loads of cum the mech had swallowed as well. There were other gloryholes in the club but their was something about this one that seemed to have attracted the most attention. Walking over to the box, this was not even sloppy seconds, but tens or twenties but Jazz found he did not mind. He took hold of the mech’s big aft and sank his spike in his sloppy valve.

“Mm,” he heard the whisper of a moan as the mech in the box pushed back on his spike. Jazz groaned.

Despite having taken the spike of just about every club goer who had passed through this dark-cycle, the mech was not so loose that it was not a nice, wet frag for Jazz. Then again, he had quite a big spike. Usually, it took a lot of foreplay to get his partner ready. He had no mood for that this dark-cycle. Giving the mech’s aft a playful slap, Jazz gave him the full length of his spike and gave it to him hard. He could hear the mech gurgle as someone fed him their spike and he groaned. What a great slut, he took Jazz’s spike like a pro. Considering there was not even a tip jar, this mech was taking all this cock for free. It was wild. It was exciting. The slut did not even have a plug so Jazz took his time, fragging the mech’s gestational take before he overloaded deep in his belly. He groaned as he pulled out and a flood of transfluids and lubricants splattered at the slut’s peds. Polyhexian transfluids had a unique charge that repelled other frametype’s transfluids. The loads of dozens of mechansims covered the floor and Jazz got hard again. This time, he fragged the sweet slut’s loose aft. Jazz went home sated around close. When he looked back at the gloryhole, the mech was gone and Jazz hoped he had as good a night as Jazz had.

***

“Come on Smokescreen,” Prowl called. “We don’t want to miss our transport.”

“What’s are all of those!?” Smokescreen asked as he jogged up to his originator. He pointed at a collection of statues in the Hub.

“Those are the Knights of Cybertron,” Prowl replied. “Heroes of ancient Cybertron.”

“I’ve never seen their pictures before,” Smokescreen said, looking suspicious and inquisitive at the same time. It was a familiar look to his originator.

“Praxus has its own mythology,” Prowl replied.

“Mmm,” Smokescreen hummed. “I think knights sound like fun.”

“We’ll get you a book,” Prowl told him.

“Okay!”

Perhaps Prowl was spoiling him, as he had been accused of before but the happier Smokescreen was, the easier this move would be. They had left everything behind. Prowl had not made the decision to enlist in the Autobots impulsively. He had run it through his ATS a hundred times and discussed it with both his procreators at length. Ultimately, it had been his originator who had helped to solidify his decision. Camshaft had told him that Praxus was not truly Neutral and the mask made it vulnerable in all directions. With his procreators off world serving the Helix Lord’s interests off world for an undetermined amount of time, it had seemed like the best interest of his creation to pick a path and to see it through. Prowl had enlisted in the Autobots as a tactician and had accepted base housing to ensure the security of his creation, as best as he could in their unstable world.

“Will grandori and grandgeni be able to visit us?” Smokescreen asked.

“When they have leave to,” Prowl replied. “Travel between Praxus and Iacon is not banned or especially restricted. Otherwise, we would not be here ourselves.”

“That’s good,” Smokescreen said. “I miss them.”

“They miss you too,” Prowl told him, knowing it to be true. “They will make arrangements as soon as their deployment is over, I am sure of it.”

Passengers were loading on the transport when they approached. Prowl was pleased they had not been left behind. He had arranged for their baggage to be transported from the transport to the Convoy shuttle. Whether it actually had been, Prowl would not know until they reached the Autobase. It did not contain all their worldly possessions, most Prowl had arranged to be shipped. They could make do well enough with what had already arrived, namely their furniture. His first duty shift was not until the beginning of the next orn, until then, they could get settled, unpack and explore. By the time his shift started, Prowl was sure he would be halfway mad, desperate to put himself to work but Smokescreen had the unique ability to distract him from boredom. When you had a sparkling like Smokescreen, it was impossible to truly be bored.

“This is us,” Prowl announced and he and Smokescreen disembarked. Their luggage was deposited on the sidewalk. “Just like I said, there is a park just around the corner.”

“It looks okay,” Smokescreen declared, with the cheekiest of grins.

Thankfully, their berths and couches had arrived, along with the knickknacks Smokescreen had deemed important enough to bring with them. It was the furniture that mattered as Prowl knew the novelty of recharging in a berth designed for a different frametype wore out as soon as their doorwings started aching. He had already sent schematics to the school for the chair Smokescreen would need at his desk. He may well have been making a nuisance of himself already but Prowl thought it was important he made it clear to the school early on that he would advocate for his creation; it was a lesson his procreators had taught him by advocating for him when he had been young. They spent a few mega-cycles unpacking and exploring. The new work orn came far more quickly and far more suddenly than Prowl had expected it would. He brought Smokescreen to school and saw him to his new classroom before making his way to Tactics.

“We’ve seen the preliminaries of what you can do,” Delta Magnus declared. This was the Prime’s second in command. “I want to see what you can do first hand, however.”

Prowl found the simulations easy to navigate. The problems were not overly complex. They covered fuel shortages, power shortages, ambushes and open warfare. He made his choices with the needs of the many and the most valuable targets in processor and all without hesitation. As a rule, Prowl was not an emotive mech with his kin being the only mechanisms he relaxed that much around. Troops died in battle, it was unavoidable in war, but it was vital to limit these losses. A victory one could not hold was ultimately a defeat and this was his policy as he ran through all of his tests. If the SIC was impressed or disappointed, he did not show it. He waited for his assignment as Delta Magnus reviewed his results with other commanders.

“He’s ruthless,” Delta Magnus noted, not quiet enough to go unheard.

“He’s efficient,” said another. “He had a long career in the enforcers. He could be good with the ASF.”

“He’s restraint,” said another. “Put him with Special Operations. Primus knows they could use a shorter leash.”

“I can’t see that working,” the first said. “The glitches don’t like restraint.”

Prowl mentally bristled at the glyph. He sat quietly and waited. It would not please him to be have the first unnamed Autobot as his commander as he knew full well he would clash with anyone who used the idea of glitches as an insult. Many times in Prowl’s life he had been called a glitch, by teachers, by supervisors, by strangers and in every one of those times the mechanism used the term because they were incapable of understanding a divergent means of thinking and operating. Though Prowl had not directed any special operations in the enforcers, he did not need to. He was a tactician. He wrote strategies and analyzed data. There was no reason he would not be able to do so here.

“Autobot Punch,” Delta Magnus barked at the yellow and blue Polyhexian that stood in front of him. The one called Punch did not raise his red servos in salute but levelled the Convoy with a long look. “Autobot Prowl has been assigned to Special Operations as your new strat.”

“Ain’t heard o’ Ops havin’ a strat on staff,” Punch replied. He looked Prowl up and down. “If y’re lookin’ to add staff, a commandin’ officer is more in need.”

“You have a strat,” Delta Magnus said. “Since none of your lot have any sense.”

“Good-cycle, Autobot Punch,” Prowl greeted the mech as the SIC left.

“Good-cycle, Prowl,” Punch said. “Have ya been transferred from one of the other divisions?”

“No Sir,” Prowl replied. “I am newly enlisted. I moved to Iacon last orn with my creation.”

“Ya don’t gotta call me or anyone else in Ops sir,” Punch replied. “We ain’t sanctioned so we don’t got rank.”

“That seems... chaotic,” Prowl replied.

“It is,” Punch replied. “We make good use o’ it. Still... a strat might not be a bad thing. Do ya got any experience in Spec Ops?”

“No... Punch I was an enforcer,” Prowl replied.

“We might have some growin’ pains here,” Punch sighed.

“Perhaps I could assist whoever analyzes the data your operations uncover,” Prowl offered. “I was assigned to metaforensics. I am adept at analyzing data and uncovering what is not meant to be seen.”

“Mm,” Punch hummed. “Let’s you and me look at Jazz’s last report.”

[in1-nutshell]

Since there’s Rapidfire and Ophelia, what about Maxima in IDW?

I understood this as Maxima meeting the Lost Light, not the IDW version of Maxima.

(though I wouldn't mind writing her in the future...)

Hope you enjoy!

Maxima on the Lost Light

SFW, Platonic, Slight Angst, Cybertronian reader

MTMTE/TFP

Rodimus had been feeling strange lately.

The matrix seemed to be acting up, something that never happened before.

Drift suggested that the Matrix was trying to tell him something and to contact Optimus or anyone who had held the matrix before to help.

The only problem was that besides him and Optimus, Rodimus didn’t know anyone online who had held the Matrix.

That’s where the science department came in.

Well, mainly Brainstorm.

Brainstorm had created a device that would amplify a type of SOS to any bot who had held or was worthy of holding the Matrix to help.

What he had forgotten to tell the crew was that when he meant any bot, he meant any bot in the multiverse.

Brainstorm, Perceptor, and Rodimus stare at the portal forming. Rodimus: “Is this all normal?” Brainstorm: “Yes… theoretically.” Rodimus: “Excuse me what?” Ratchet and Drift enter the lab. Drift: “Rodimus, Magnus and Megatron are—what in the Allspark is that!” Ratchet turning to Rodimus and Brainstorm: “Who’s idea—" Maxima comes through the portal doing a backflip and doing a superhero pose with blasters out. Drift immediately gets in front of Ratchet with his swords out read to slice and dice. Rodimus: “Woah! Woah! Woah! Love the entrance but maybe we can put all the weapons down.” Maxima: “You first wannabe ninja.” Drift scoffs a bit at the nickname but eventually puts his swords away. Maxima slowly puts away her blasters. Maxima looks at their insignias: “… You’re all Autobots. Where are we? Wait! Are we in space!? Primus, Ratchet is going to skin me! I was just supposed to check if Bee and Smokescreen were okay and now I’m in space rambling on and—Ratchet?!” Maxima walks closer to Ratchet. Drift stands right in front of him not knowing what to make of this situation. Ratchet: “Relax Drift. What I think the better question is to our resident scientist and Co-Captain.”

After a brief explanation from Brainstorm about the multiverse and her reason for being here, Maxima seemed ready to help.

Rodimus gave her a brief explanation on what was happening to the Matrix.

Maxima looked uncomfortable at the mention of the Matrix, but agreed to help in however way she could.

But the sound of her tanks rumbling put a stop to that.

A quick stop to the med bay and Swerve’s was mandated.

Maxima quickly got along with this version of Ratchet, Rodimus and Drift.

Brainstorm would have gone, but he needed to put out some literal fires in his lab.

At the med bay… Ratchet: “Okay kid, I’m just going to scan you and then we’ll figure out if you can consume this universes energon.” Maxima gives him a thumbs up while gently swaying her pedes back and forth. Rodimus: “You mentioned Smokescreen and Bumblebee, they your friends?” Maxima: “Yeah, more like little brothers actually. I’m the oldest of the youngest group on the team.” Drift raises his optic: “The oldest? But you’re—” Maxima: “I’m a bit young but not by much!” First Aid from the main computer: “SWEET PRIMUS THOSE ARE HER LEVELS!” THWACK! Ratchet slaps the upside of his helm before marching right back to Maxima pointing at a data pad. Ratchet: “Care to explain why your running close to no fuel kid?” Maxima a bit annouyed: “First Ratchet, its Maxima. Second, I skip a few—” Ratchet gives her a ‘don’t you dare lie to the doctor’ look. Maxima: “—dozen rations. But that’s what you do when your at war. You guys get it with the war going on.” Silence… Maxima: “… Are we still at war?” Ratchet putting a servo on her shoulder: “Our war is over, we won.” Maxima blinks several times before smiling. Drift: “We take it that yours isn’t.” Maxima’s silence only reaffirms their thoughts. Rodimus: “Well, lets get those energon levels up then! To Swerve’s” Maxima welcoming the distraction immediately gets up and follows the Co-Captain: “Lets go!” Ratchet: “Drift get your Amica under control!” Drift was already out the door, ready to join the two. First Aid: “That’s your Conjunx.” Ratchet: “Sadly…”

Maxima looked in wonder and awe around the ship, not shying away from asking questions.

This thoroughly stroked Rodimus’s ego, especially the look on her face when he mentioned to be the Co-captain of the ship.

He was a bit confused why Maxima was a bit overwhelmed by the amount of bots on board.

Rodimus gently took her servo and helped guide her through the crowd.

Drift went ahead to get their seats at the bar and some energon ready.

Maxima had never seen anything like this before, but she liked it.

It didn’t take long before bots started seeing the new bot holding the Co-captains servo.

Maxima started downing the regular energon in seconds. Rodimus patting her back: “Slow down there. Its going to go down a wrong pipe.” Maxima: “Sorry! Its just been long since…” Drift: “We know, hey Swerve you mind getting us another cube?” Swerve: “Absolutely!” Swerve watches her drink: “Shh! You weren’t kidding about her needing a drink. Heard you came from a whole other universe, what’s the occasion?” Rodimus: “Maxi here is going to help with our little ‘Matrix problem’. Wait, I never did ask, were you a Prime? Or a former one?” Maxima tenses up a bit: “No and no.” Drift: “That must mean that your worthy of it then.” Maxima grimances a bit. She looks around: “I haven’t seen Optimus around, how else am I gonna see that Matrix?” Rodimus: “Oh no, its right here.” Maxima stops sipping and gives him a look of disbielf: “What?” Rodimus: “See, right here!” Rodimus opens his chassis and right there was the Matrix. Maxima was up on her pedes backing away from the light with a scared expression. Her back meets someone’s chassis. Maxima backs away: “I’m sorry—” Megatron just gives her a confused look. Maxima: “Megatron…”

Maxima was shaking not knowing where to go.

She didn’t even realize she had ran out of the bar and hid in one of the empty rooms in the ship.

Everything was just too loud, too bright…

She just squeezed her optics shut and curled up in a little corner in the room.

Primus, it was happening again.

The last time she was this bad was with…

Light pedesteps come closer to her. Maxima just squeezes her optics tighter, her servos curling around her helm. A pair of servos gently take hers. There was a whisper. Then the whisper grew a bit louder. It was encouraging her to open her optics. It was a nice voice. Maxima slowly opens her optics. In front of her was an orange bot with glasses. He gave her a kind smile. Rung: “There we go, take it easy, no one is rushing you dear.” Maxima doesn’t know why, but she trust the smaller mech. Little by little her frame starts to relax. Maxima vents out: “Thank you…” Rung: “Rung. Like later.” Maxima gives him a smile: “Thank you Rung.” Rung nods: “Do you mind telling me why you ran into the room with half of the Lost Light worried for you?” Maxima feels a pang of guilt. Maxima: “All of this… its comes from a long story, you would want to hear it.” Rung takes off his glasses and sits next to her. Rung: “I love long stories.” Maxima gives him a watery smile.

Maxima started spilling everything to Rung.

She half expected him to go, or at least look bored.

But he didn’t, Rung stayed by her side listening to every word.

After a while Maxima felt better and wanted to go out.

She gave Rung a sheepish look and asked him to accompany her.

Rung gently took her servo and the pair went out.

Turns out, privacy isn’t something you can get easily on the ship because more than half of the crew was already outside, eavesdropping.

Maxima, while understandably angry that her private conversation was not so private anymore, was also glad she didn’t have to repeat it.

Rodimus was the first to offer an apology for ‘sicing’ the Matrix on her.

Maxima just hugged him tightly.

Rodimus wasn’t expecting the hug but did hug back.

Which lead to more bots joining the hug…

Maxima looking at Megatron. Megatron: “…You’re Prime’s—” Maxima: “I’m his daughter, yes. And you’re the infamous Megatron who defected, am I correct?” Megatron nods. Maxima looks at the insignia and gives him a sad smile. Maxima: “My Optimus would have been so proud to hear the news.” Megatron gives her a small smile. Maxima turning to Rodimus: “Now, lets see what we can do about that Matrix of yours.”

It takes a while for Maxima and Rodimus to figure out what’s going on with Matrix which prolongs her stay.

Maxima adapted quickly to the crew as she was made a temporary member.

She was not shy to act and tell her adventures on Earth with the kids and her team.

There was a bit of a limit in stories predating the war.

She became close to many of the crew members, but Rodimus held a close spot.

Rodimus, besides sharing their share of experiences with their Prime’s, he had become the older brother figure she never knew she wanted.

Magnus thought that this child of Optimus Prime could rub some good on him.

But sadly, to his and Megatron’s dismay, the pair got along faster than a house fire… a fire that would cost some braincells and lead to shenanigans on the ship.

Rewind, Swerve and Tailgate were walking down the halls when they felt the thunder of stomping pedes. Maxima and Rodimus, in their vehicle forms were speeding through the halls. Maxima and Rodimus: “Heads up!” They both transform midair and flip over the screaming minibots before transforming back and speeding once again. Swerve was trying to calm down himself and a panicky Tailgate meanwhile Rewind was buzzing with excitement. It was times like these he was glad to have a camera bolted to his helm. Rewind: “What do you think they were running from?” Swerve: “Who knows?” Magnus and Megatron with little pink doodles on their faces: “WHERE ARE THEY?!” Rewind, Swerve and Tailgate: “AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!”

Maxima at some point on the Lost Light after introducing them to monster truck rallies.

[ricegobbler]

Hi I Been wondering if you could do the tfp bots meeting a baby toddler who one of the kids is babysitting and the baby is so fascinating by the giant robots and wants to play with them

TFP Bots meeting a baby toddler the kids are babysitting!!!

THIS IS SO CUTEEEE!! AWHHHDHDJKDKD

ANYWAYS, TY FOR REQUESTING!! LOVE YOU SMMMMMM<3333

ENJOY!!!!<333

WARNINGS‼️: NONE JUST CUTE BABIES!!:3

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One day in base, it was just all the bots, including Raf and Miko. Bulk, Bee, Smokescreen, and Wheeljack were just playing some basketball (I forgot what they called it so I’m just gonna call it basketball-) with a ball of scrapped metal while Arcee, Raf, and Miko watched. Ratchet, our sunshine, was just doing some random stuff. Optimus and Ultra Magnus were just doing important stuff.

Just then, everyone was surprised by June and Jack. “Hey everyone!” June called out, smiling and waving. Jack would’ve done the same, buttttttt….something, more like someone, was in his hands. “Hey guys.” Jack said with a flat tone.

“WOAH. IS THAT A BABY??” Miko yelled, running over to Jack and BEGGING to hold it. “GIVE ME GIVE MEEEE!!” Jacks eyes widened and he quickly turned the baby away from Miko, “woah woah woah, calm down Miko!..” Raf then walked towards them, “where’d you get it, Jack?” He asked, “First off, he’s a he. Second, [story where they got the baby bc I’m too lazy to think abt where they could’ve got it</3]” The bots then started to walk towards the humans and the first that spoke was Smokescreen, “is that a human sparkling?? Gosh, they’re so small!!” “Of course they are, it’s a human!” Ratchet said with a slightly sarcastic tone.

“What’s his name??” Miko asked. “His names Ryan.” Jack answered. “Ryan huh? Kinda sounds like Orion..!” Bulkhead said, making everyone stare at Optimus. “I have no similarities with this human sparkling” said Optimus.

a couple hours goes by, and Jack was still caring for Ryan. Eventually he got hungry, so Jack went off and gently sat him on the couch and said he’d go get him something to eat/drink. As Ryan waited on the couch he was curious about his surroundings, I mean, there’s a ton of alien robots around him!! Who wouldn’t be curious? So, he started to babble loud, loud enough for some bots to hear. The first ones to hear was the boys playing basketball.

All four of them surrounded Ryan and looked down at him confusingly, “uh.” Started Bulkhead, “What do you think he wants?..” “not sure.” Wheeljack answered back. “What if he wants to play basketball with us??” Smokescreen suggested, taking the metal scrapped ball over Ryan’s head like he was gonna drop it on him. “BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEPPPDJXJSJSJ” (SMOKESCREEN PLS DONT. AHHHHHH) Bee screamed, slapping the ball out of smokescreens hand. “Hey! What gives??” Smokescreen said. “I don’t think you’re supposed to offline the thing.” Wheeljack said, blinking at smokescreen. “oh. We’re not?..” said smokescreen. Arcee was just watching the whole thing disappointed 🤦🏻‍♀️

Next, Ryan got ratchets attention. “You human sparklings are quite…squishy looking..” Ratchet said as he looked closely at Ryan. “What if I just…” he then gently used one digit and squish Ryan’s stomach, making the little baby giggle🥹 Ratchets optics shimmered, “oh primus..” he’s now in full mother hen mode. He is going to care for little Ryan forever now. 😭

Last, he got Optimus and Ultra Magnus’s attention. Ultra magnus was reciting some boring ass rules to Ryan as Optimus just watched dumbfounded. “Do you understand, soldier.” Ultra magnus said. “Ultra Magnus..I don’t think the sparkling can understand you..” Optimus said.

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OKKK. THATS KINDA ALL I FEEL LIKE DOIN BC IM SO LAZY RN AND TIRED.

BUT, HOPE YOU LIKED THIS!!

(I’m not good with this stuff, don’t judge me☹️)

[cyberrose2001]

Assume that tfp took place in the modern era: how long do you think it would take for Ratchet to lose it if other Autobots started to excessively use gen z slang?

oh he would not even last five minutes and that is not an exaggeration

Smokescreen: “ayo this energon we found slaps tremendously”

Optimus: “periodt”

Ratchet: *having a seizure*

Bee: “he really do be tweaking… took the L fr…”

[brandwhorestarscream]

List of Tfp bots that Orion might slapped: wheeljack, bulkhead, Arcee, smokescreen

But it would be interesting if it was ratchet

He doesn't try anything with Ratchet, and in fact he + D-16 are on their very best behavior with "Dr. Ratchet, sir" as they call him. Even Orion knows better than to cop an attitude with the guy in charge of putting you back together

[shadesoflsk]

MILLION DOLLAR BLOODLINE — Traición

Dealing with the case in hand, you come across with some valuable clues. Check my million dollar bloodline masterlist for general warnings.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

pairing: Vampire/Agent Leon x Fem Detective reader

warnings: Sexism (from the press again) few mentions of gore and death, fucked up government, scent (First glimpes of Leon's vampire qualities yay)

author's note: hi... I'm writing this with one eye closed... exhaustion is taking over me and it may show in this chapter. as always, if you see any mistake, you don't. don't even perceive them. thank you so much and love yall.

“Thank God a man stepped in!”

A new headline, a new story being told. It’s rather frustrating to know that no matter what, reality would be twisted to the journalists’ desire and let the only person who actually cares about the case burn in the flames of depiction and hatred just for the ‘sin’ of being a woman. 

The same shameless and brutal words are printed in a bright red that resembles the fresh blood of those leaders of the city. In many readers’ eyes and minds, they were expecting to finally see a man taking the case and bringing ‘success’ even though it’s doomed to fail.

No one grieves more than someone who has lost everything—but your right to fight is still running deep in your veins. With a grunt, you throw the newspaper on your desk, almost spilling the black coffee you were previously drinking. 

It’s been less than a day since the candidate was found dead. The cause of death? Suicide which was, in a way, surprising. From the number of politicians who have “left this cruel world,” Mr Clark's scene of the crime gave enough proof that you were facing a real self-homicide case. 

In front of you lay countless folders and confidential documents that the police department has collected from the first victim to the last one. The only obvious connection all of the victims shared was that all of them were Tier A individuals. People who wouldn’t disappear to find ‘the real meaning’ of life and would surely not kill themselves without a murder weapon. 

So, even a rookie detective could surmise that most of those crimes were the smokescreen of something way bigger brewing in the shadows of the city. A city whose beliefs and faith in the government are so cracked now that not even the most nationalist citizens could find peace in their hometown.

A sigh leaves your lips, one that shows the tiredness in your system and heart. Sometimes, the feeling of walking in circles clouds your judgment and overall sanity. In hindsight, a detective ought to be a rightful and morally white person who would walk on fire just for the sake of truth and justice. But each time your eyes land on the atrocious clues you have gathered, the desire to throw away everything gets harder to bear.

Next to the pile of documents and boxes, on your desktop, is a photo frame which shows a younger version of yourself. Beaming pearly white smile with shiny eyes that could blind the camera itself, saying that you were happy was an understatement, you were delighted.

Truthfully speaking, you were naive. You loved to tell everyone you were going to be different, the exception of the rule, the one and only, justice bringer. But in reality, the sole fact you didn’t feel sympathy for those rich people tells you that maybe you weren’t so different. 

Or were you?

Fighting between your drowsiness and the obligation to continue working on this case, you grab the envelope Leon previously gave you. A yawn gets stuck in your throat, not allowing any sign of exhaustion to show in your face right now. 

The first thing that greets you is a document you quite don’t understand at first. The black words are blurry, proof of how much you need to sleep. A body can’t function without resting but you can’t function if work is due. Soft slaps around your face and a long-needed sip of the black caffeine liquid will do for now. 

“Life Insurance…” Your lips work on their own as you read the title, written in black ink. The font style proves the authenticity of the document. Dated July 1979, the legal paper started with the log of a woman’s name and age. 

Patricia Clark Powell, 28. American, caucasian. Marital status: Married. Children: 2. Now this is something. 

Reading each word carefully, leaving no detail off the table, a rather big number got your attention. After a long overview of this woman’s life details, you come across a table that shows the life insurance payout.

The main and only beneficiary was Robert Clark, he'd inherit the absurd and grotesque amount of 5 million dollars. 

But the catch here was that the only requirement to claim the insurance was the death certificate of the insured party, meaning that Patricia had to pass away.

You set aside the document for now. Your fingers graze over the corner of the paper to turn it.

A picture, no, several pictures come into your vision. All of them are colored and clear as water. The shoot is not perfect, as if someone was hiding while taking those photos.

The camera is positioned on a table. Hence the awkward angle it shows, nonetheless the main focus is on two people sitting down. 

The table, the walls, and overall decorations are an obvious giveaway of the place they were in. An expensive and pretentious restaurant that only the rich can afford. A stroke to their damned egos knowing that they could buy and eat a whole cow if they wanted to. Not before wiping any crumbs with a one thousand-dollar check.

You squint your eyes and even lean forward to try and inspect in great detail each part of the picture—detective skills kicking in, you may say.

The man on the right has a neatly trimmed mustache, and bushy eyebrows that match his hair color, black. He's wearing a navy blue suit with a gray tie. Very office-like and rather different from his counterpart next to him who wears a hoodie and a cigarette between his lips. The angle showing the faintest details of a tattoo on his right hand, which holds the cigarette. 

Flipping through the pictures, you see many more of them but just from different positions. Yet the main highlight is the now obvious identity of the man who exposes himself to the camera's lenses. 

Robert Clark. 

The last document is a newspaper headline. “CRIMINAL FUGITIVES” it reads and shows several mugshots of criminals who escaped prison over these last five years. Under the pictures, a text box includes some characteristics of the ex-prisoners. Your attention falls on a specific name. 

The picture shows a man with brown hair and brown eyes, a stubble growing on his jaw and cheeks. Why was he convicted? Organized crime and contract killing, a hitman in other words. The text described the man as a 5’9 male with no moles and no notorious scars. 

But a tattoo on his right hand.

Before you can even process everything you have read and seen, the ring of a phone breaks the solemn silence that has set in your office. Sliding to where the phone was, you pick up the call.

And before you could even utter a word, someone started the conversation first.

“Hey there, Sherlock.” A man’s voice greets you. Deep but smooth tone, easy to distinguish. 

“Mr. Kennedy.” You reply, brushing off the nickname he just gave you. “What a timing.”

“Why is that?” Playing dumb, Leon shoots his question. 

“I just finished reading the documents you gave me.” A seed of confusion is planted in your statement as you try to make up your mind with the information you just registered. “Where did you get all of this?” You say pressing the speaker closer to your mouth, whispering the words.

“Feeling curious, aren’t we?” Mock oozes from his tone, but there is a hint of genuine playfulness in his speech, as if delighted to be the one providing the confidential information. “You know… As much as I want to tell you, I just can’t.”

“Why?”

“Oh? Am I being questioned?” If you were next to him, you’d see the smirk that has formed on his face. And if you indeed were, a slap would be planted on his cheek, for sure. 

Leon continues being a puzzle you couldn’t solve. From the first (and only) moment you met him, his odd and shared disdain for the rich baffled you. You can’t seem to break through the world inside his head.

“Does it feel like I'm questioning you?”

“Kinda.”

“Forget it.” You shrug, leaving the topic as it is. There’s no point in trying to make Leon spit the truth. At least, not now. “But this is truly a key piece to this investigation.”

“That I know,” Leon replies. “But as I told you yesterday, don’t do anything stupid.” 

Silence fills the call as you take in what Leon said, or rather, repeated. 

“Oh?” Bitterly, you retort. “So you think I’ll do something stupid? It’s funny, all of my male colleagues always told me that.”

“I didn’t mean it like tha—”

“Oh course you didn’t.” Sarcasm was dripping from your words. “Nobody does.” You add with an exhausted sigh coming out from your lips.

“No, but I truly didn’t mean it.” He finally finishes his sentence as your pause allows him to interrupt you. 

“Look, sorry… I’ve dealt with these people ever since I remember and It’s just so… fucked up.” He adds. “You’re better than those dickhead detectives. I assure you.”

Now that you think about it, you may have overreacted. But then again, it wasn’t your fault. Being surrounded by people who discriminate and minimize every hardship you face, built a hard shell no one could break through. 

Instead of sticking to the awkward topic and Leon’s reassuring words, you decide to change the direction of this exchange. 

“Why did you call, Leon?” You ask, a tear forming in your eye due to the lack of sleep and the imminent yawn that threatens to escape from your mouth. 

The polite and tactful pattern was broken as soon as his name slipped from your lips. No agent nor Mr. Kennedy. For now, he is just Leon. 

Carrying a hint of embarrassment given his previous poor choice of words, he replies to your question.

“Mr. Clark’s wife is holding a funeral for him. I was going to tell you in case you wanted to go.”

His words catch your attention, the funeral could be the perfect opportunity to secretly investigate Patricia. In hindsight, a hunch tells you she isn’t involved—at least directly— in the candidate’s death. But it could give you some clues you may have overlooked.

“Are you going?”

“I might.”

You absentmindedly nod, acknowledging his answer. 

“Got it…” You play with the phone’s cord. “I’ll see you there, I guess.”

The chapel shimmers with almost blinding lights. Even though the nature of a funeral is dull and gloomy, the contrast is obvious. The whole setting is the perfect opportunity to show off, once again, the money that was being spent on it. The air is filled with raw indifference and overall pure narcissism. 

The lack of mourning and tears throw you off, especially when you feel like an outsider, you don’t belong here. Besides the fact that, of course, no matter how much you worked you could never afford the type of brand every individual was wearing—there is this feeling you can’t brush off. 

Your eyes travel over the room, searching for the wife now a widow. It is easy to get distracted by the mingling of certain guests and hushed laughs. Time and place… you thought.

What is supposed to be a thousand agonies and a sea of sorrow turns out to be the perfect act of grief. Let God be the judge of these people who surround themselves in the miseries of others. 

Amidst your judgment of everyone in the room, your task of finding Mrs Clark comes to an abrupt stop as a figure you recognize makes its appearance. Now wearing a dark blue suit, Leon’s frame is unmistakable. 

He’s next to a woman, brunette hair that reaches her back. A black fascinator is perfectly placed on her head, a wave of cringiness washes over you for the choice of fashion she went with. That must be Patricia Clark.

Confident but subtle, the cackling sounds of your high heels mix with the hushed chit-chat of those in the room. At last, it comes to a stop as you find yourself behind the widow and Leon who had previously acknowledged your presence. 

And for a moment, your eyes lock with the agent’s who wears an expression that could only be described as an attempt to warn you about something. But for now, you drift your attention towards the task at hand.

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Clark.” You extend your hand while you introduce yourself. “I’m so sorry for your loss.” 

Manners, of course. You couldn’t feel sorry, especially now that you know that besides being an empty-headed politician, Robert Clark was an almost-murderer. 

However, you regret the fact that you chose the polite way of approaching as soon as your hand reached the air instead of the brunette-haired woman’s hand. Then, you realized this wouldn’t be as easy as you had thought.

A bemused expression forms in your face but it fades rather quickly as you remember your objective here. Taken aback, you pull your hand away before bringing them both behind your back. 

Leon doesn’t seem surprised by the blatant uncordial treatment Mrs. Clark just gave you. A sneer is present in his face as if he were saying ‘I told you so.’

“Don’t take it personal, darling.” Her voice tone reeks of arrogance and a know-it-all feeling. “I’ve been here for God knows how long. My hand may as well fall off if I keep shaking hands.”

There was no reason to feel amused by the whole interaction, you have dealt with these types of people before. But, the coldness and tactlessness of her words throw you off.

“I understand.” You feign agreement as if the fact that her husband is fucking dead is merely a minor detail. “But please, allow me to share my condolences. A woman as young as yourself shouldn’t be experiencing this.”

You resort to false praise words. There’s nothing else these fuckheads love more than people licking their shoe soles and acting like they are the only people living in the world. 

“It’s indeed difficult.” The woman brings her hand to her eyes, wiping the nonexistent tears that were supposed to be there. “My husband preferred to shoot himself instead of continuing being the man of the house.”

What a bitch.

Glancing at Leon, you find him crouching down in front of an infant. Given his brown hair, he must be one of the two Mr. and Mrs. Clark's children. 

“Is that your son?” You ask. 

“Yes…” An exasperated sigh again. As if she doesn't want to be here. In a sense, it is comprehensible but her overall personality wouldn't allow you to feel an ounce of sympathy. 

“How's he dealing with everything?” And after that question, you believe Mrs. Clark will snap at you any time now.

“Like every other kid would.” She replies, sparing not even a glance toward her own child. “He prefers her nanny anyway.”

Mentally cursing the mother, your lips tug a forced smile, one that doesn't reach your eyes but symbolizes the end of this meaningless conversation.

Your eyes travel until they land on Leon and the kid. The little one's eyes seem wet with tears that he so bravely holds back. 

Talking to children and elderly people was always the most difficult part of this job. Ever since you took it, those were your soft spot and Achilles’ ankle.

Leon notices your hesitation and motions you to join him. Scooting a bit, he gives you some space for you to crouch down too.

Greetings haven't been exchanged yet, instead of a hello, Leon welcomes you with a name.

“Lucas.” He whispers as you lower yourself to be at eye level with the infant. 

You nod. 

Lucas looks no older than 5 years old. A mop of brunette curly hair adorns his head. 

“Hi Lucas…” You give the little boy a gentle and warm smile. He blinks some tears that fall from his cheeks to the ground. 

There's no response, which it's okay. Unlike his mother's behavior, you know this innocent human is actually grieving. 

You take your time as tiny hiccups and soft sobs keep Lucas from forming actual sentences. 

“Lucas, this my friend.” It was Leon’s turn to speak. His usual chatty tone was replaced by an almost fatherly voice. “You told me you like making friends, didn't you?”

You watch as the little one slowly nods and wipes away the tears that keep rolling down his face. But this time, his sobs are coming to a stop.

“Are you daddy's friend?” He finally asks. However, the question was one you didn't expect. 

“Yes.” You lie, as a detective you are used to telling white and not so white lies just for the sake of finding a bigger truth. But lying to a child wasn't something you were looking for. 

“Okay…” Lucas responds and looks at both of you and Leon. A flick of light between the living hell of those pretentious people who act like they care.

“Daddy must be proud to see how strong you're right now.” Leon speaks once again and you witness how he ruffles Lucas’ hair in an attempt to cheer him up. 

“You think so?” Lucas’ voice, for one, is higher than just a whisper. And for the first time, you notice how he's missing one of his teeth. “Daddy always told me to be as strong as him every time he went to the doctor.”

The word doctor set both of you and Leon off. According to Robert Clark's medical history, he was a healthy individual. No illness and not even allergies. 

“Doctor? Was your daddy sick?”

“Weren't you daddy's friend? You should know…” You didn't expect to be outsmarted by a kid.

“Your daddy didn't want us to worry.” Second lie on the day, you're keeping count. “That's why he never told us.”

A pause lingers in the air as you reply to the child. It takes a while before he can answer your question as if conditioned not to talk about his father's doctor visits.

“He sometimes went to the doctor,” Lucas explains after a few seconds of reluctance. “He told me not to tell mommy or nanny. Maybe he didn't want them to worry too.”

“Was your daddy sick?” Leon asks in the same gentle tone he has kept throughout the conversation.

“Dunno…” Lucas pouts. “Doctor was also daddy’s friend.”

The kid’s naivety is providing you with more information than his mother could give you. Of course, his guileless wouldn’t serve any purpose legally speaking. But, it can give you some insight into Mr Clark’s background and motive.

And once again, you don’t have time to process the information as the rumbling of a stomach guides your attention toward Lucas.

“Sir?” Lucas’ eyes meet Leon’s blue ones. “Mommy said she’s busy… But I’m hungry.”

Leon offers Lucas a kind smile.

“Tell you what, kiddo. There’s a coffee shop near here, I’ll buy you something to eat.”

Lucas’ eyes seem to get brighter at the prospect of eating, it leads you to think how long has it been since he last ate something. 

When you are turning your back to follow Leon out of the chapel—because there was no way would stay there for a second longer— you feel a tiny hand wrapping around your sleeve. 

“Miss.” A pause and a deep breath. “Do you think daddy’s in heaven?”

“...”

“Yes, he is.” The third and last lie.

You tag along with Leon, both of you walking down the street until you reach a coffee shop. No words are exchanged and a rather awkward silence sets between both of you. 

Your mind is somewhere else while your body works on its own. You don’t even notice when Leon asks you something, too worried about the case, too scared something bigger than you may eat you whole if you keep poking your nose where it doesn’t belong. 

However, as stubborn as you could be, justice needs to prevail. 

While biting the inside of your cheeks, Leon’s words bring you back from your trance. “Hey? I asked you if you wanted something.” 

You come to notice that you have already walked towards the cash register. Both the cashier and Leon’s eyes fall on you. 

“An Americano.”

You come up with the quickest answer you could think of. You watch Leon take out his wallet and pay with cash. 

Eventually, both of your orders plus Lucas’ are called and you decide to take a break albeit your attempt at telling Leon there was no time to lose. 

“So… any luck with Mrs. Newly Widow?” Leon asks as he takes a bite of his sandwich. 

“Nope.” You stir your coffee and blow some air. “Didn’t know she would be so difficult to deal with.”

“Well, she’s no more difficult than you.” He replies jokingly with a feeble smirk on his face. 

“Oh, you’re funny. How many times have you used that one with other people?” You retort, the sarcastic answer flying so gracefully out of your lips as if you have been ready for one of his remarks. 

“See! That’s what I’m talking about.” He gestures at you. “I’m trying to be friends with you but you push me away.”

Silence dawns upon both of you as you exhale. Although Leon has been nothing but respectful—in his own way— the fear of looking polite and weak with a colleague is still very much present. 

Dropping the act of being cold and emotionless isn’t something that you are looking for nor planning to do. Not until you could show the world that you are, in fact, as capable as any other man. 

“Look, Leon,” You speak in a calm tone. “I don’t make friends, not in this field and especially not with men.” 

As you say so, you reach for a sugar packet. No americano tastes good without sugar.

“Sorry.” You add. 

There is nothing to feel sorry about. Your feelings and boundaries shouldn’t depend on someone else. Yet, a part of you couldn’t help but regret your bold choice of words.

“Hey, nothing to apologize for.” And even though he was the one who suggested the whole friendship thing, he is also the one who is soothing the waters. “I know men in general can be a pain in the ass.”

That causes a huff to slip out of your mouth. “Trying to win points?”

“Not really.” He says while chewing on his sandwich. “Besides, you’re too smart for that.”

You chuckle, finally ripping the material of the sugar packet. “Finally we agree on something.”

Drumming his fingers against the hard wooden material both of your gaze into the distance, not adding anything else to the conversation. The aroma of coffee fills the area where you are sitting with Leon. 

“Lucas, Mr. Clark’s kid… you were good with him.” It slips off your tongue rather easily. A tinge of sincerity washes over your statement. 

And you can observe how Leon’s face went from a resting and soft expression to a stunned one. However, after your previous comments, the awkward and uneasy feeling shifted into an amiable one. 

“Was I?” Almost incredulous and even insecure. A slight trace of a vulnerable side you haven’t seen nor expected. “Thanks.”

Judging by his expression, Leon either had a soft spot for kids just like you or there’s something else you don’t know. Most agents show themselves as cold-hearted creatures who give no shit about anyone but themselves or their missions. 

But it’s none of your business.

“What Lucas told us, about the doctor. Do you think it may be related to the case?” You ask, back to your normal and professional self.

“I believe it can help us to investigate further,” Leon replies. “but I fail to see how this doctor could be of any help in this case.” 

“Maybe not on this one…” You murmur not even noticing the words that fell from your lips.

“What do you mean?” Leon notes your slight behavior change. Clearing your throat, you shake your head dismissing your previous words. 

“Nothing.” For now, the missing civilians’ case doesn’t need to be exposed. You fear the government is behind it and the one you’re currently investigating. You don’t need Leon to follow each step you take, especially given his association with the nation’s leaders.

Taking one last sip of your drink, you raise your wrist and read the time. Going back to the chapel wouldn’t bring you more information. Not when everyone seemed more focused on their conversations rather than helping.

Searching through your wallet, you pull a 10 dollar bill and place it on the table, next to your empty cup of coffee.

“What is that?”

“For my coffee.” You respond, getting up from the chair and looking back at Leon. “I don’t like owing to people.”

“You don’t have to, you know?” Leon chuckles and shakes his head. “It’s on me.”

“Well…” You reply. “Then make sure to give it back to me one day.”

Ephesians 6:10-18

Finally, be strong in the Lord and in the strength of his might. Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the schemes of the devil. For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places. Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand firm. Stand therefore, having fastened on the belt of truth, and having put on the breastplate of righteousness

Leon’s hands are clean, metaphorically speaking. But his mind is not.

He wasn’t directly involved in the numerous deaths of politicians and CEOs. He just provided the right amount of information for them to kill each other. Playing God amongst them, in a way only he could recognize and embrace.

Death has rejected him but he brings that destiny upon those who sought to destroy the peace settled in the city and therefore nation. That’s the role he accepted once the curse of immortality ran deeply in his veins. 

It all started with hints he would drop in the middle of conversations. Twisted words that would seed doubts among elitists. Alliances were broken easily, that he needn’t worry about. But some partnerships were harder to break, sly statements would get him anywhere.

So, direct accusations were made. Obviously, under a fake name or rather an anonymous identity which would prompt people to feel paranoid even in their own homes. It took less than a week for lesser pawns to be found dead or disappear under odd circumstances. Of course, those who own the city would leave no trace of their crimes—so even for him, a federal agent, it was impossible to reach them without his mission being discovered. 

So, as soon as he was assigned to help you in this mysterious case, he was delighted. He’d play his pieces right and boom, he’d wriggle his way into the elite that control the city with their tainted and bloody hands and root out the evil.

However, he wouldn’t have thought that his “eternal suffering” disease would act the first moment he saw you. 

Ever since he was transformed, the adaptation path was rough and difficult to deal with. Nonetheless, he made a promise to never act upon his instincts, no matter how unbearable they could get.  

When he first saw Mr. Clark’s body, it wasn’t surprising. He knew he would choose the path of dying instead of facing his crimes and past. They’re all like that. Cowards, good for nothing, worthless, usel—

A sugary and pleasant aroma flooded his senses which immediately put him at ease amid the gruesome scenario lying underneath his frame. 

It wasn’t coming from the dead bastard, that he knew. So what is it? The smell was getting even more prominent each second that passed. It made him dig his short fingernails into the palm of his hand, forming tiny half-moons on the thin skin. 

His senses were never that heightened nor his body was that sensible to even the softest of draughts. 

And his body worked on his own as soon as the doorknob tweaked, he turned around and acted as if his work was the only thing on his mind.

As if his eternal life wasn’t about to change forever. When forever only meant pain and sorrow, at least for Leon.

[lukolabrainrot]

Since we’re accepting all the theories, I figured I’d throw my super delusional theory out there ;)

L and A were casual from their first meeting to throughout most of the press tour, and L was very open with A and N about this.

Somewhere on the press tour, L and N discussed their feelings and concluded together that they wanted to pursue those feelings. I think this conversation probably happened during the world tour portion of the press tour, particularly near the end (Brazil/Italy/Canada/Ireland, if I had to guess). This, to me, explains the change in behavior between L and N around this time.

L told N he would talk to A, and L broke off whatever romantic/sexual relationship they had. However, L already had trips planned with A/his friend group throughout the summer (Milan, GQ, R’s Italy birthday trip), and furthermore A was already integrated into the friend group. I believe L made it clear to both N and A that A would continue being part of the friend group and would still get to tag along to all the events/on all the trips.

I’ve always believed that A was with L less because she liked him/wanted to be with him, and more because she wanted the perks/the attention that came with being with him. So, when L broke things off, she was not happy. Being in the friend group would still get her the perks, but in order to fully capitalize, she would need to be perceived as L’s romantic partner.

Thus, Pap Gate 1.0. I’ve always believed that L had no idea about it, and that A or someone around her was behind it. It would also explain her behavior in the pics (reaching for his hand/trying to push the girlfriend narrative).

N gets upset, but L quickly explains to her that he had no idea that the pap walk was going to happen. N truly knows L, and therefore she (rightfully, in my mind) believes him.

Now, L and N have to change course. They still want to figure things out privately, but they realize that the public narrative has now been changed. The media are stating that L and A are rumored to be together.

I think L and N take this very unfortunate situation and decide to do with it the best that they can. They decide that the best course of action is for L and his team to not correct People magazine and to just continue letting the media push this narrative.

Why? Because it takes all of the heat off of their (L and N’s) relationship. So much of the media during the press tour was very much focused on their friendship and whether or not it was more than just friendship.

By L having a girlfriend who is not N, at least according to the public eye, the media had their answer: L and N were just good friends and L was dating A.

Meanwhile, A plays along because she craves the attention and wants to continue receiving the perks.

But L… God bless him. He’s a phenomenal actor, but he just can’t seem to act like he’s into A. The fandom continues to spin because his behavior does not match the narrative that he/his team are decidedly not pushing against.

The summer continues, and A realizes that L’s behavior around her is not giving off a good impression onto her. She needs the media to perceive her as L’s girlfriend, so she continues to create leaks in order to keep the narrative alive.

A’s posts eventually go too far and compromise L’s safety and she gets slapped with an NDA.

L and N still need a smokescreen, so they go with JD, who is happy to play along for the sake of his very good friend, N.

You know what... I'm loving the delulu Lukola theories rn.

Keep em coming y'all!

[nova--spark]

Alright I’m back from work and have recharged my battery! Time for more headcannons!!!!

Cuddling! Now that the bots are human they can hug the Jasper trio without fear of crushing them!

Optimus Prime: Op is more reserved when it comes to touch. It’s not that he doesn’t like it he just doesn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable. Not to mention back when he was Cybertronian he was the largest, so he was afraid of hurting someone. He’ll almost always asked before hugging someone and make sure he’s in their direct eyesight before touching them so he doesn’t startle them. Optimus gives the best hugs though 9/10 you usually have to ask for them. Elita, Bumblebee, Smokescreen and the Jasper Trio are the most common recipients. Arcee and Ratchet sometimes receive them but their much more prideful when it comes to that sorta thing

Elita-One: Elita’s love language is physical touch. Prove me wrong. You’ll always find her holding hands with Optimus, though she’ll keep more intimate stuff like cuddling or kissing private, mostly for Optimus’s sake. Op already blushes like crazy when Elita holds his hand, if she kissed him in front of the other he would die on the spot. She’s also the most likely to initiate a family cuddle session with Her, Op, Bee, and Smoke (and sometimes the Jasper Trio will join in). She’ll also give little forehead kisses to her children

BumbleBee: Takes after his mom in that he adores physical touch. He’s always willing to give a hug, even when not necessarily asked to. Which back when he was Cybertronian embarrassed Team Bee to no living end. He also likes to ruffle Raf’s hair something he protests to since I can imagine it takes him awhile to style it like that.

Smokescreen: He is so awkward when it comes to physical touch. He wants it but he’s been so long without it he doesn’t know how to process it now that he has a family willing to hold him. Touch starved boi. He gets super embarrassed when Elita or Bee hug him. And when Elita wants family cuddles he’ll usually just sit next to them awkwardly until someone pulls him into the pile.

Ratchet: Not a fan of physical touch but not completely unwilling to give it out. It just has to be on his terms. He doesn’t like being hugged out of nowhere, you need to ask him first and most likely prepare for the answer to be No unless he’s in a really good mood (or your Optimus). If he initiates it usually it’ll just be a comforting hand on the shoulder or knee. It’s hard to get a hug out of Ratchet. The last time anybody saw Ratchet hug someone was when Bee lost his voice box.

Bulkhead: Two word. Bear. Hug. If Bulk is gonna give you a hug he’s gonna go all out. He will pick you up, and if he’s particularly happy he’ll swing/spin you around. The only person who can match him in hugging strength is Miko. He has a little more restraint than someone like Wheeljack so he won’t hug someone like Ratchet or Ultra Magnus if they are truly against it. But otherwise no one is safe from a Bulkhead bear hug. It could happen anytime. anywhere.

Wheeljack: Wheeljack is similar to Bulkhead but with slightly less respect for boundaries. Don’t get me wrong, if you really don’t want to be touched he’ll respect that, he’s not that kind of asshole. But he won’t really ask for permission to touch someone which has occasionally led to him getting yelled at by Ratchet, Ultra Magnus, or Arcee for hugging them when they weren’t in the mood for that. He’s much more playful when it comes to touch, he’ll pick up the kids, hurl them over his shoulder, swing them around. And they have a blast. With the autobots he’ll give them a hardy slap on the back which will send most of them stumbling forward. He’s also been known to smack Bulkhead’s ass. Bulk is the only one he does that to and Bulk doesn’t care

Arcee: Arcee is much more wary about touch. She was always the smallest in a group of much larger mechs. They’re all good mechs but some of them don’t know their own strength (*cough**cough*Bulkhead*cough**cough*). It’s much easier for her to get hurt. So if you don’t want to get punched in the nose you will approach Arcee from the front, make sure she knows you’re there, and ask her first if she would like a hug. If you’re in public expect the answer to be no unless you have really good puppy dog eyes like Bee. If you two are in private she’ll usually say yes but if you tell anyone she’ll hunt you down and skin you alive. Arcee likes physical touch but she has to protect herself and her reputation first and foremost. Also Miko snapped a picture of her and Jack asleep with Jack resting his head on Arcee’s shoulder. Though Miko does have some self preservation so she’ll probably take that picture to her grave

Ultra Magnus: No Touching. Nope. Don’t try it. You will get lectured, by multiple people. The most you could ever hope for is a hand on the shoulder. Otherwise… No. Touching.

I already said it on Discord but WHEELJACK PLEASE--

I love this.

Cherri you are too good to me I swear

[flipping-the-coin]

[Inquisitorial Report: Subject - Megatron of Kaon]

[Authorization Level: Alpha (Elite Guard Selective)]

[Listed Authorizations: Head Elite Guardsmech Smokescreen]

[Assigned Inquisitor: Hush]

[15 Vorns after Cybertron’s Restoration - One Vorn into assignment]

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Hush here with another report. As usual, it's been a pretty tame stellar cycle. Megatron really doesn’t do much, Smokescreen. I’m not joking. I thought he was terrifying at first, and don’t mischaracterize me when I say he still is absolutely terrifying, but if you know how to deal with him, it isn’t all that bad. He’s been doing a lot of writing recently, but that’s about it. He wrote a rather well done piece on Orion Pax’s dancing. I didn’t think I was one for romantics, but even I can admit it was a wonderful little thing. It was so sweet and well thought out. I think Orion will like it when he reads it. I plan to go find some nice solarite blooms for Megatron to give to Orion alongside the poem he’s composed. It will be a lovely accent piece to really add to the feeling of the gift.

There really isn’t a lot about Megatron to discuss, but since I would like to meet glyph count and have something to do other than knit another three stuffed turbo foxes, I’m going to tell you more about what’s been going on. Hope you don’t mind Head Guardsmech, but I’m really quite bored and this is a nice way to get my thoughts recorded for when I inevitably have my memory wiped and I need a refresher on handling my targets.

So you know I made up a company, right? Of course you do, I put it in my last report. Anyway, I put on my disguise, changed my paint, and swapped out my visor for a gold one before going to meet Orion as my new persona, Melody. I double-checked that everything looked good and covered up the wings of my badge. Then, once it was a good way through the morning, I walked up and rang the doorbell with my bag of gardening tools. You have no idea how long I spent frantically learning about gardening. I read everything I could get my servos on and I even went to train under a florist for a few deca-cycles. I had Carnage go out and look for plants for me as well. Did you know that the ruins of Crystal City are filled with plants thought extinct? I mean the city has been on fire since the Quints blew up Vector Omega, but the fires aren’t as bad now, so I could feasibly go fetch some plants.

Right, back on topic. I made sure my disguise was perfect and then rang the bell. I made sure Megatron would be out at the time just so that in case things went south I would be able to book it without being murdered. Orion’s field is nasty, but it won’t outright kill a mech, at least not based on what I’ve seen. If the Primal Steward and Megatron can walk it off, I am sure I can handle it too. That said, Orion answered the door pretty quickly and seemed genuinely surprised to see anyone there at all. I smiled as nicely as I was able, and our interaction went something like this:

“Hello! I’m Melody from Melody Photographics and Landscaping! Would you happen to be Orion Pax?” 

Orion was really shocked when I introduced myself. He hesitated a lot at the door but replied soon enough.

“Yes, I am Head Archivist Pax. What can I do for you?”

 I think he was expecting me to demand money or something with how he was giving me a look. Maybe he thought Megatron hadn’t paid dear Melody for the pictures. He wouldn’t have been wrong if he had thought that. Megatron hasn’t paid me for scrap, but at this point, I do what I do because I’m bored, so I guess it doesn’t matter.

“I was hired to tend to your garden and the exterior of your hab. Would it be possible for me to step in so we can discuss what you would like to get from this arrangement? I can begin work as soon as I know the budget I will have available and what you would like to see your garden become.”

Again, he looked like someone had come and slapped him upside the helm with a brick. Honestly, I can see why Megatron is fond of Orion’s optics. They are very expressive when he’s running through lots of emotions. He invited me in pretty quickly, and we ended up sitting down to discuss plans over tea. Orion makes killer tea by the way. I don’t think I’ve had tea since I got put in this post of mine, so his tea was extra nice. Did you know he likes his tea with loose crystals? I didn’t but now I do. 

We chatted for a bit and he asked all about how I got my job and who hired me. I told him Megatron hired me to take care of the place since my photographs turned out well and he liked my work. I also let him know that I do have a feline named Carnage who stays with me to assist me with my visual impairment. That one I came up with on the spot when I accidentally slipped up about my visor. See, the one I was wearing wasn’t actually a medically enhanced one, it was just protective. I think he might have been worried I was hiding something, either that or he was just curious. Whatever the case, I panicked a bit and took off my visor to show him why I have it.

I might have scared him, but I don’t think so. It’s really hard to tell with Orion. Sometimes he’s as clear as crystal, and other times he’s impossible to read. He just looked at my mutated optics, asked if they were painful, and then made an understanding noise. It was… relieving to have somebody look at my face and not be disguised. Megatron is going to have a field day when he finds out that his nickname of 'spider’ for me is far more accurate than he originally assumed. I know what I look like. I know that it’s because of my optics that I was made into an Inquisitor.

Sorry, it’s just nice to not be immediately gagged at. Following my reveal, Orion asked about Carnage, to which I just stated that Carnage comes and goes but doesn’t cause trouble. Then, once he seemed confident in my genuine interest in gardening, he grabbed some datapads, floor plans, schematics, designs, and so much more that I didn’t even know he had. By the time he had everything laid out, his entire kitchen table was covered in documents detailing his property and how he would like his garden to look. It was honestly super fun working with him to design the layout of the garden. We spent all cycle debating what would look best where.

I’ll tell you what, though: Orion Pax is rich. Megatron never spends much shanix, so I haven’t actually seen the sheer amount of cash these two monsters have in their accounts. But when I asked how much I could spend and made it clear I was happy to purchase whatever was missing, Orion outright shut that idea down. He shook his helm and went over the expenses for the garden, which I will have you know are absolutely astronomical considering what Orion wants. This is what he told me:

“Melody, you look like you haven’t fueled properly in vorns. I am not going to have you take shanix out of your hard earned salary to pay for my garden. I have a substantial inheritance to my name, and even with all these expenses, I will still hardly scratch the surface of those funds.”

He showed me his account, Smokescreen. He’s got more shanix than some senators have at this point! He’s disgustingly wealthy, and I did, in fact, choke a bit when I read his account balance. Orion is related to Alpha Trion, right? Well, that fragger must have been swimming in funds because Orion looks like some sort of foreign prince with how much shanix he has just sitting around. He told me a good chunk of his inheritance was made null and void with the shift in economics and the new currency system, but that much of it still held strong because many of his assets are in relics, property, and documents.

It was wild. I ended up handing Megatron a copy of the amount of shanix in his and Orion’s accounts a few cycles later, and he did an actual spittake at the number. I can’t blame him. Even deca-cycles after the matter, I still find myself recalling just how much cash my targets have to their names. I haven’t seen that much money anywhere, much less in one place at the same time. 

Back on the subject of the garden. Orion made his plans, and I’ve been spending the past couple of deca-cyles hunting down things he wants. Orion has been helping too, and so far we meet once a deca-cycle to go over plans again. I’ve already begun clearing out the garden of all the random plant growth already there. The dirt is all sifted and energon shards have been distributed to fertilize it all. I got some bots to bring over the trees Orion ordered and I managed to convince Megatron to help me hold them up while I got the holes prepared. Currently, there is one huge techtite tree that shot up like a vining holoshade and two smaller trees from Crystal City that I grabbed. I don’t actually know what they are, and neither does Orion. We are both looking into it, but they are pretty so they are allowed to just kinda hang there.

I spent a cycle with Orion laying down walkways too. That was fun. We talked about all sorts of plants and had lunch on the deck after spending the morning laying down eco friendly path pieces. We got into an argument over a bench we were putting together for the garden, but that argument resolved itself when Megatron came out and showed us that we were both reading the manual wrong. We put one screw in the wrong place, and the whole thing looked like a fragged up mess.

I got laughed at and Orion got kisses. I may or may not have been rather bitter about that. But we got the bench finished and got seeds for some copper growths spread around. I expect them to grow in alongside the newest plants we have shipping in rather quickly. Oh, we also got a nice tea table put under the techtite tree. We’ve had lunch there once a deca-cycle ever since. First Aid even came by once and got to fuel with us! He’s really nice. I really enjoy First Aid’s company. He knows a great deal and is very caring. He took one look at my optics and prescribed me some medication I don’t know.

I’ve been taking it for a while now and I must say, while it hasn’t fixed my life’s problems or the sensitivity of my optics, I can now withstand a little more dust before my optics get all agitated. 

As a side note, Carnage has been sleeping on top of my cockpit for a while now, and just the other cycle I decided to open it up because he kept pawing at it. He jumped right in and refused to hop out. He hasn’t emerged in cycles, but he doesn’t seem to be very concerned. I can feel him in there and it’s actually pretty comforting. Is that normal? I mean, I know that some of the big fliers will let others ride in their cockpits, but are they supposed to have to fuel more afterwards?

That’s all I’ve got for now. I will keep you updated, as usual. 

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[Report Received: Visibility Status - Seen]

[Note from Head Elite Guardsman Smokescreen: Hush for Primus’s sake, you are getting far too comfortable in your role. I can’t exactly stop you now, but please, be careful before giving away your weaknesses. As for your question? I am afraid I don’t have the answer. Very little is known about yours and others frame types. A lot of information was lost during the war. So unless you are in pain, I wouldn’t worry about it.]

[justhereforagoodtime01]

Flareon, the flame pokemon

a fire type

Height: 2'11"

Weight: 55.1lbs

Note: Eevee evolves into Flareon using a fire stone

Desc: these pokemon burrow underground to avoid the cold blizzards and harsh rains, and because of this, they have devolped the ability to evolve into Lavaeon. Flareon's fur is used to make fireproof clothing and thread, making it an important pokemon in the desert climates

Abilities: Flash fire, guts

Egg group: field

Moves: baton pass, charm, copycat, covet, double edge, growl, helping hand, swift, tackle, tail whip, take down, sand attack, quick attack, baby doll eyes, smog, bite, fire fang, fire spin, lava plume, scary face, flare blitz, last resort, ember

Egg moves: curse, detect, double kick, flail, mud slap, tickle, wish, yawn

TM: take down, charm, fake tears, mud slap, scary face, protect, fire fang, trailblaze, fire spin, facade, swift, flame charge, stored power, endure, sunny day, rain dance, dig, body slam, sleep talk, rest, susbistute, will-o-wisp, shadow ball, hyper voice, heat wave, flamethrower, calm mind, helping hand, baton pass, fire blast, giga impact, overheat, hyper beam, flare blitz, tera blast, roar, weather ball, burning jealously, double edge, endeavor, temper flare, sorching sands, curse, alluring voice

Hp: 65

Atk: 130

Def: 60

Sp atk:m95

Sp def: 110

Speed: 65

Total: 525

Gender Ratio: 87.5% male, 12.5% female

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Lavaeon, the lava pokemon

a fire and rock type

Heoght: 3'11"

Weight: 106.5lbs

Note: Flareon evolve into Lavaeon when at a volcano

Desc: the pokemon make their homes near volcanoes, their fur being lava resistant. the magma on it's body acts as a shield from ash from a volcano's erruption, even though they run away from the erruption as fast as possible using it's special ability: Lava Boost. when this pokemon is sick or weak, the magma on its body hardents to stone

Abilities: Lava Boost, Flash Fire

Egg group: field, amorpous

Signature Move: Magma Blitz

Moves: baton pass, charm, copycat, covet, double edge, growl, helping hand, swift, tackle, tail whip, take down, sand attack, quick attack, smog, bite, fire fang, fire spin, lava plume, scary face, flare blitz, last resort, ember, dig, earth power, rock throw, yawn, harden, clear smog, ancient power, incinerate, rock slide, smokescreen, lava plume, amnesia, body slam, recover, flamethrower, flame charge, bulldoze, smack down, rock blast, rock wrecker

Egg moves: curse, detect, double kick, flail, mud slap, tickle, wish, yawn

TM: take down, charm, fake tears, mud slap, scary face, protect, fire fang, trailblaze, fire spin, facade, swift, flame charge, stored power, endure, sunny day, rain dance, dig, body slam, sleep talk, rest, susbitute, will-o-wisp, shadow ball, hyper voice, heat wave, flamethrower, calm mind, helping hand, baton pass, fire blast, giga impact, overheat, hyper beam, flare blitz, roar, weather ball, burning jealousy, double edge, endeavor, temper flare, sorching sands, curse, alluring voice, fire spin, bulldoze, mud shot, rock tomb, flame charge, sandstorm, light screen, rock blast, power gem, iron defense, stealth rock, stone edge, solar beam, heat crash, pain split, thunder fang, ice fang, thief, metal claw, dragon tail, smart strike, poison jab, swords dance, flash cannon, iron head

Hp: 80

Atk: 150

Def: 80

Sp atk: 12-

Sp def: 122

Speed: 67

Total: 67

Gender ratio: 87.5% male, 12.5% female