#shot with a knockout dart

[letthewhumpbegin]

Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom (2018)

[hairmetal666]

It's 3am. It's pouring down rain. Steve's soaked to the skin, been wandering the city for most of the night, hasn't slept in almost 24 hours, thinks maybe he's on the brink of delirium, and then a truck hits a pool of ponded water, sending a muddy wave cascading over him.

He just wants to go home but Dustin lost his dog and he can't leave a puppy out in this weather.

Steve steps off the curb, and what looks like a shallow puddle turns out to be a water-filled hole. He crashes towards the pavement, nothing he can do to stop it. As fast he's falling, he's miraculously not, arms wrapped around his waist. It takes a second for his brain to catch up, to understand that he's being held upright in an old-fashioned, romantic dip.

"Careful, sweetheart," a deep and smoke raspy voice says from above him.

it sends chills down his spine, the good kind, and warmth slips through him. His rescuer is a solid 10 knockout. Long, curly hair; eyeliner; decked out in leather and studs and chains. He smells like booze and cigarettes and weed, and it's intoxicating. Steve has to fight the instinct to nuzzle the guy's leather jacket. He's beautiful, holds Steve with the swagger only a guy with rings on every finger could pull off.

And Steve is a mud soaked mess in sweatpants and a threadbare Hawkins High tee. But the guy holding him isn't letting go. He stares down at Steve, brown eyes wide.

"Steve!" A voice calls over the patter of the rain.

"Dustin?" He says at the same time that the man holding him says, "Henderson?"

"Eddie?" Dustin asks.

"Wait, dnd Eddie?" Steve gets his feet under him, but Eddie's arms don't drop.

"You're the famous babysitter Steve I've been hearing all about?"

They gape at each other until Dustin reaches them.

"What are you still doing out here?" Dustin shouts. "We found Dart hours ago."

"Dustin!" He thinks he might cry. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"You weren't answering your walkie!"

"Fuck." Steve drops his face to his hand. The walkie. Which is on the table by the front door where he and Robin leave their keys.

Steve swallows his frustration, the misery of waterlogged shoes, having to be up to open the store in a few hours, meeting the hottest guy he's ever seen when he looks like a drowned rat.

"I promised I'd find Dart, didn't I? Now what the hell are you doing out so late?"

"Mom and I were looking for you!"

"Let's get you back to the car, man, okay?" Steve says to Dustin. He wants to end this weird, terrible, embarrassing night before it gets even more humiliating.

"I can give you a ride home," Eddie says. He's got this weird, intense look on his face, staring at Steve.

"I'm only a few blocks away. I'll be fine. C'mon, Henderson."

"Oh, I can walk him. You head home."

He nods, starts towards his apartment, but turns back just in time to see Eddie and Dustin share a look he can't parse.

---

A few days later, Dustin's following him around at work, chattering about dnd as Steve shelves books, and without taking a breath during a soliloquy about owl bears, says, "Eddie's running a one-shot for us next week. You should come! It's a great way to get into the game."

"I'm not playing dnd," Steve answers. He slides a book onto the shelf. "I've told you this."

"Yeah, but you liked Eddie, right? He'd help you out!"

Steve squints at the kid. "I didn't really meet Eddie to know. Anyway, I'm sure he doesn't want a newbie crashing."

Steve is pretty sure Eddie doesn't like him, based on their short introduction, so he's not interested in forcing himself into the guy's dnd club. The night they met was humiliating enough, Steve in all his dorky glory.

"No, he totally wouldn't care. C'mon, Steve!"

"No can do." He ruffles Dustin's hair as he walks away.

He thinks that'll be the end of it, but every few days, for weeks Dustin and all the rest of the kids stop at the store to beg him to join their dnd club.

---

Steve is working the register and he hears the shuffling clank of a customer, looks up and finds Eddie. He's staring at Steve with that same look from the night they met, intense and piercing, cutting straight through the heart of him. He feels himself start to blush.

The first thing out of Eddie's mouth is, "Wait, this is your store?"

"Yeah?" Steve asks. "Is that--is that weird?"

"No! Not at all. It's a good store. Cute." His nose wrinkles when he says it and Steve's blush grows hotter. He knew Eddie thought he was a dork.

"Cute. Yeah. Right. Can I help you with something?"

Eddie rocks back on his heels, hands going to the pockets of his leather jacket, sending his chains jingling. "Oh, so, actually I wanted to see if you were busy?"

"Yeah, man. I'm busy." He laughs, doesn't intend to be mean about it, but he and Robin only opened the store six months ago and both take night classes at the local community college. Plus, everything he does with the kids.

Eddie's face flushes bright. "Oh, sure, of course. Yeah, I--I'll see you around."

The door thunks to a close behind him, and a voice immediately pops up to ask, "What the hell was that?"

He turns to find Max Mayfield hands on hips, glaring up at him, Robin close behind.

"Shouldn't you be in school?"

Max rolls her eyes and strides up to the counter. "Why were you an asshole to Eddie?"

"He started it!"

"I highly doubt that."

"Okay, Ms. Know-it-all, why don't you tell me what happened?"

"I know for a fact that Eddie came in today to ask you out. So, tell me, Steve Harrington, why he rushed out of here looking like a kicked puppy?"

"What?" He yelps. "Eddie doesn't even like me!"

She glares. "Doesn't like you? He's been pathetic about you since you met."

He gapes at Robin. "Don't look at me," she shrugs. "But that guy was definitely here to ask you out."

"Fix it." Max commands as she stomps out the door. "He bar tends at that metal place on 68th."

---

It's just after 9pm and he's at the metal bar on 68th, decidedly out of place in the yellow t-shirt and jeans he wore to his business accounting class.

It's fairly busy for a weeknight, but Eddie's not hard to find. He's obviously in his element, bobbing his head to a song Steve's never heard as he mixes a drink.

With a hard swallow and a healthy dose of humility, he walks up to the bar.

"Be right--" Eddie starts, balking when he notices Steve.

"Can we talk?" he shouts over the music.

Eddie's eyes widen a little, but he nods, slips out from behind the bar to guide him to an employee exit.

"What's up, Steve?" Eddie asks. His hands are in his pockets, shoulders bowed in.

"I wanted to apologize."

"What for?"

"Earlier, I--when you said the store was cute I thought you were making fun of me."

"But--why?"

"I thought you didn't like me." Steve cringes at the admission.

"What?" He laughs.

"I don't know. We met in the middle of the night and I was covered in mud looking for a dog that wasn't lost anymore."

"Steve. Holy shit." Eddie shakes his head. "You looked gorgeous that night. The way your clothes were sticking--you know what? Never mind. Did you think I wanted you to come to dnd because I hated you?"

"You wanted me to come?"

"Dustin didn't..."

"No! And he's been asking me to play dnd weekly for the past five years."

"Jesus Christ," Eddie slumps agains the brick wall at his back. "No wonder you turned me down today."

"To be fair," Steve slumps next to him. "If I had realized you were asking me out, I wouldn't have turned you down."

"No?" Eddie asks. His brown eyes gleam.

"Definitely not. I've had a crush on you since that night. Sort of devastating since I thought you didn't like me." Steve runs his hand through his hair, watches Eddie track the movement.

"The store is cute, Steve. I--uh--I've been a few times. Back before I knew you were the owner! I just kept seeing a hot employee with great hair and a perfect ass, and the vaguely mean lesbian barista gives me free drinks."

"That's Robin," Steve says. He's smiling so hard.

"I know that now," Eddie smiles back. "Sorry for being an idiot."

"Me too." Steve nods. "Do you--could I still come to dnd? Or take you out sometime?"

"Why not both?" Dimples pop on Eddie's cheeks, and Steve's heart flips.

"I like both." They're still against the wall, but drifting into each other's space.

"So Dustin said."

It surprises a laugh out of Steve. "I'm gonna kill him."

"Too bad. He's a nice kid."

"Eh, we've got six more to choose from."

"I have a few more hours here, but there's a diner down the street that does some of the most mediocre pancakes I've ever tasted. Meet me there? Around 2?"

"A thousand lost puppies wouldn't make me miss it."

The next time Steve is out at 3am he's pressed against a building, Eddie kissing him so thoroughly he knows he's never recovering from this one.

[radioactiverats]

Mentor Starscream x seeker!reader (13/?)

More timeline jumping :,) After you sneak off to learn first aid from Ratchet, but before you get beat by Megs.

Starscream gets taken captive by the Autobots - and doesn't expect the rescue party to be a party of one.

---

From your shared berth, you sleepily watch Starscream prepare for his mission.

"It's just some run-of-the-mill recon task," He sniffed, clearly having deemed it inferior to his abilities. "As usual, better done under the cover of night." He goes through weapon checks with a scowl. "I don't understand why this couldn't have been relegated to anyone else. Even the Delta Squadron could do this. Fly over the coordinates, report back on what you see. But what our glorious leader says is law, hm?"

And tonight's law was apparently for Starscream to carry out the task alone.

"If you deem such a task beneath you, Starscream," Megatron had drawled, "that must mean you're more than capable of handling it yourself."

You'd added that to Starscream's ever-growing list of grievances against your supreme leader. He'd stormed back that night and ranted and raged himself into a near-catatonic state.

"I know that I sometimes say things I shouldn't when Megatron comes up with an exceedingly stupid plan," He'd hissed, "but I didn't even do anything that time!"

"Sounds like a trap to me," You'd said offhandedly, from where you were perched on the berth. Starscream had frozen mid-step then, pacing interrupted by your statement. You both knew Megatron had something against Starscream. Enjoyed tormenting him at every opportunity, but something wasn't adding up about this mission - you were just surprised that Starscream thought the same thing.

"Megatron still needs my abilities," Starscream said carefully. "You may be right, but I doubt he's going to actively attempt to be rid of me at this juncture."

You offered to come with him, but Starscream immediately shot your idea down. "And what if it is a trap? You get yourself captured as well? Absolutely not."

So, you see him off at the door. "Be careful, okay?"

He smirks. "What, are you doubting me?"

"...You know what I mean."

On seeing your expression, he caves.

"Alright, alright. I promise to be extra careful. Satisfied?"

You nod, placated. "I'll save you a cube."

Starscream gives you an affectionate pat on the helm. "See that you do."

Only the next morning, he isn't back. It's not uncommon to encounter unexpected delays in missions, you try to convince yourself. Maybe he found something really good and got held up on the bridge with mission reports.

But deep down, you know that's not it.

It's only when you return from afternoon training to see the cube still on his desk, untouched, that you begin to panic in earnest.

Knockout has a servo to his comms when you burst into the medbay. His optics dart to you, expression frozen. You immediately know that something must have gone terribly wrong.

"What is it?" You say shrilly, rushing to him. "Tell me!"

"Woah, okay. First, let's stay calm, alright? It won't do any good to work yourself up into such a state-"

"It's Starscream, isn't it?"

Knockout grimaces, and without warning, hoists you bodily up to sit on a medical berth. He leans in, effectively caging you against his frame so you couldn't squirm away to do anything rash. Your spark drops. That bad?

"Megatron's got bots working on it. So what I'm about to tell you, you promise not to do anything impulsive?"

You nod, terrified of what you're about to hear, yet desperate to know.

Knockout ex-vents loudly.

"Starscream's been taken captive by the Autobots."

"What?"

Knockout ex-vents again, turning his optics to the ceiling.

"He said it was just some easy recon mission!"

"Things happen," Knockout attempts to soothe you. "The Autobots aren't like... Decepticons. They won't treat him too badly. And like I said, Megatron's got bots working on getting him back. So just sit tight, okay?"

You do relax a bit at the reminder of how the Autobots treat their prisoners. If anything, your previous experience in the Autobot base tells you that Starscream's probably not severely injured, if Ratchet has anything to say about it. But somehow, you're not entirely sure about Megatron.

Before setting off, Starscream had narrowed the mission coordinates down to a sandy, desert-like area. You'd gotten a strange feeling, then. Desert? Like where you got picked up by Bumblebee? But then again, Terra had many deserts, so you reluctantly put your hunch down to uneasiness and nothing more.

Now, you weren't so sure. Your optics slide to Knockout, who's still staring at you apprehensively. Maybe your 'conspiracy theory' was best kept a secret for now. Maybe Megatron would have him back in a few days. Maybe Starscream would manage to escape. Maybe you were just overthinking it?

You proceed to overthink it for a few more days, and by the end of the week, you've lost all patience.

"Surely we're not this incompetent!" You rage, your pacing wearing a hole in the floor of the medbay. "It's been a week!"

"Sweet Primus," Knockout mutters under his breath, wearily spinning round from his desk to face you. "You're just like him."

"What did you say?"

"Nothing," Knockout says smoothly, ignoring your suspiciously narrowed optics. "What were you saying?"

You stalk over to his desk, and Knockout groans internally. Nothing good can come of the grim set of your intake.

"Knockout, something is wrong."

You turn away, and Knockout grimly watches as you do another few laps of the medbay. It's only a matter of time before you come up with an idea that will get yourself killed. Three... two...

"I'm going to get him myself."

...one.

Knockout groans. "And how do you plan on doing that? Look, I know you care about him and all, but listen to yourself. You're talking about taking on the enemy faction alone - and might I add that Starscream is an exceedingly valuable prisoner?"

"But no one's looking for him!" You burst out. "If I don't go, no one will!"

"It's a suicide mission," Knockout warns. "Think about what Starscream would say."

"Well, he's not here, is he?"

"I'm serious!" Knockout snaps, throwing his servos up. "Starscream's most likely alive, but if you try to break him out, it'll be seen as an attack on the Autobot base. I'm not worried about his survival, but if you attack first, you're a dead mech for sure. And did you realize that you're woefully unarmed? Even their scout has those..." Knockout's faceplate crinkles with distaste. "...knife hands."

"Then give me a weapon," You plead. "I'll take my chances."

Knockout stares at you, speechless.

"You're out of your processor. Don't be so willing to throw your spark away," He hisses.

Your helm dips as you stare at his pedes.

"...I don't have anything going for me if he's not around," You say softly. "The way it looks, we're either going to die in this war, or die trying to get out of it. I'll take my chances."

You don't dare raise your optics, but eventually, Knockout sighs.

"I've got some older null rays from a recent repair," He says tiredly. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes."

He looks over his shoulder at you. "It'll hurt."

"It will...?"

Knockout laughs, but it's bitter.

"Of course it will. How do you think they're powered?"

"I... I always thought it was an external weapon."

But now, thinking back, you'd always marvelled at how smoothly Starscream handled his weapons. Almost like... they were a part of him.

"Most cogged bots have some kind of weapon," Knockout says. "But if you want upgrades, or to permanently add another weapon, it needs to be fused to your energon lines."

Oh.

Your grimace says it all.

"Look," Knockout says gently, "you don't have to do this."

You shake your helm, denta gritted as you climb onto a medical berth.

"You know as well as I do that if our roles were reversed, Starscream would come for me."

---

As a high-ranking military officer both in the Vosian Air Forces and the High Guard, Starscream was no stranger to being captured. However, it was the first time he'd been captured by the Autobots since the civil war had started.

He paced his cell restlessly, a snarl low in his vocaliser. His internal chronometer told him it had been a week since he'd been captured. Admittedly, the Autobots' treatment of POWs was way better than that of his own faction - his cell was clean and he was given rations three times a day. He almost wanted to scoff at how the Autobots' moral code ranked above their dwindling energon supply, but as things stood, he wasn't complaining.

A week. Surely the Decepticons weren't that incompetent - he'd trained a good portion of them himself. Which led to the only other possible conclusion - your voice echoed in his processor.

It had been a trap.

Starscream snarled, slamming a servo against the wall of his cell. He should have known something was wrong from the very beginning - this was clearly a test of some sort, to see whether or not he'd outlived his usefulness.

Megatron wasn't coming for him. A week of waiting had made that abundantly clear. And he was still stuck here, not for lack of trying - but the Autobots had apparently discovered some ancient Cybertronian technology on Terra that allowed them to craft Enforcer-level containment. As much as Starscream hated to admit it, he was practically powerless on his own.

But even if making it back to Megatron didn't matter, there was still you. He'd promised you.

Starscream gritted his denta.

You were the only one who actually cared about him. The thought of you worried out of your processor unsettled him deeply.

Not only that, but a lot could happen in a week.

What if you'd crashed during training? What if you were being bullied?

What if... what if Megatron had decided to eliminate you, too?

Starscream had to get out of here. Staggering to his pedes, he scanned the cell for any weak points - perhaps, even after using his null rays, he'd still have enough in his reserves to fly -

"I wouldn't do that, if I were you."

Starscream whirled around, intake bared in a snarl.

Ratchet.

"Medic," Starscream snarled. "Come to put me out of my misery?"

Ratchet's faceplate scrunched in disgust. "Of course not. I volunteered to deliver your ration, but now I see that I've come at the wrong time."

"I wouldn't expect you to understand!"

"Actually, I think I do." Ratchet's gruff voice had softened.

He seemed to hesitate for a klik, though.

"...I'm assuming you know about... about the...?"

"The what?" Starscream spat.

"You have a student, don't you?" Ratchet hedged.

At mention of you, Starscream stiffened, hackles rising - not unlike one of those Terran creatures that the children had once brought to base. Kot. Cat?

"What's it to you?" He hissed, wings flared.

...Okay. It was clear that you hadn't told him about sneaking off. To the Autobot base. That made sense. But evidently, Starscream still hadn't found out about your little jaunt to Ratchet's medbay.

Ratchet ex-vented. A frame-deep, weary ex-vent. He was way too tired to deal with this scrap.

"Forget it."

"Forget it?" Starscream shrieked. "You can't reveal that the Autobots have knowledge of my student and tell me to forget it!"

"Keep your fragging voice down," Ratchet snapped. "And it's just me, not the Autobots."

"You? What the frag are you -"

"Shut your intake for a nanoklik and calm down," Ratchet interrupted. "Your systems are going absolutely haywire, and it's not because of the cell." Ignoring Starscream's protests about being scanned, he steamrolled on. "I'm sure you're worried about your student, correct?"

Starscream fell sullenly silent, refusing to answer.

"No?" Ratchet pressed. "I was going to offer to comm Knockout for updates on them, but if you're not concerned, then -"

"Wait, medic."

Starscream ex-vented heavily for a klik, servos clenched into tight fists. "Yes. I do want to know."

Ratchet regarded him silently, taking in his lowered helm, hunched shoulders, trembling wings. Primus, Ratchet thought. He really does care.

Eventually he ex-vents. "Fine. I'll let you know."

Ratchet pushed the energon cube into Starscream's cell, but hesitated just as he turned to leave.

"You know that kid would do anything for you, right?"

"I don't need you to tell me," Starscream snarled, but his spark clearly wasn't in it.

Ratchet's reply is cut short by a strange scraping sound at the ceiling of Starscream's cell. Following Ratchet's confused gaze, Starscream whirls round just in time to see flakes of concrete crumble off the top corner - and suddenly, he's thrown back by an explosive blast of searing heat.

Starscream groans, but he abruptly hears something that stops his systems short.

"Sir!"

What the frag. Starscream stumbles to his pedes and viciously bats the clouds of dust away.

What the actual frag.

"Cadet? Is that really - how - ?"

"Sir, it's really me!" You say frantically. "Come on, let's go-"

"Backup?"

"No, no backup, it's just me, so we really, really have to go - oh. Hi, Ratchet."

As the dust clouds clear, the Autobot medic comes into view. Ratchet's staring at you both, an incredibly constipated expression on his faceplate. This had to be divine comedy. He groans.

As soon as he saw that it was you, he knew that it wasn't going to be a real fight, but...

"Kid, did you really have to blow the roof in?"

You cringe. "Sorry."

Starscream watches your exchange with equally mounting confusion and horror. "What is the meaning of this?" He shrieks. You wince. You'd forgotten the situation you were in.

"How in Primus' name do you know each other? And why... are those null rays? What have you done to yourself?!"

You groan. "Can you ream me out later, when we're not, I don't know, in the middle of the Autobot base?"

Unfortunately, the base's alarms chose that exact moment to go off. "Frag."

"Language!" Starscream snaps.

"Okay, okay. Um. I'm actually sorry about your roof, Ratchet."

Ratchet just groans.

You mentally promise to send him another gift basket as you blast an even bigger hole in the roof, grab Starscream's servo and jet the hell out of there, just in time.

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[gardens-light]

Hello! I don't know if you had watched Transformers Prime before, but I'd like to make a request!

Since there's been two DC themed request, how about a Marvel one? Can you do Optimus, Ratchet, Wheeljack, Knockout, Starscream, and Megatron with an (S/O) that has the same abilities and appearance as Kurt Wagner (Nightcrawler)?

Hi! I've watched Transformers Prime and it's honestly awesome! It's definitely a series I would of loved in my teens. I've actually been binge watching it again, for a Knockout fanfic I'm currently working on. But just can't decide whether to make it as a one-shot or a series. Also, apologies for the long wait. Hope you enjoy these headcanons!

TFP x Mutant GN/Reader

Optimus Prime

He meets you during a battle that had reached a critical point. The Decepticons had the Autobots pinned down in an abandoned city, forcing them into defensive positions among the ruined buildings. Blaster fire echoed in the night, flashing against the broken concrete. Optimus took cover behind a crumbling wall, scanning the battlefield for an opening when something unexpected happened.

A sharp BAMF! rang out, accompanied by a cloud of thick, dark smoke. In a blink, one of the Decepticons near the Autobot vanished—only to reappear midair, screaming as they plummeted to the ground, landing with a sickening crash.

Optimus turned sharply, scanning for the source of the anomaly. That’s when he saw you—a figure moving like a shadow, darting between enemies with an elegance he’d rarely witnessed. Your glowing eyes flickered like twin embers in the dark, tail flicking behind as you disappeared in another burst of smoke, reappearing atop a ruined bus before vanishing again.

Then, suddenly, you were right in front of him.

Crouching low, eyes locked onto him. Hands braced against the concrete, muscles tensed, as if anticipating his reaction.

Optimus, ever composed, held his ground. Observing your stance, your breathing. A warrior, but not one of the Decepticons.

"Impressive," he rumbled, voice calm yet firm. "But I must ask—who are you, and where does your allegiance lie?"

You simply blinked, tilting your head slightly. Then, with a small smirk, vanishing again.

Optimus exhaled slowly, optics narrowing. This one would need watching.

Relationship

Optimus recognizes your skills early on but remains wary of your unpredictability. Over time, however, he comes to trust you as an ally, learning to anticipate their unique fighting style. Appreciating how they move with agility and grace, often watching them train with interest. Soon incorporating strategies, utilizing your teleportation to scout ahead, infiltrate Decepticon bases, and disrupt enemy forces.

Your habit of teleportation would occasionally surprise him, but he adapts quickly, developing an awareness of when you might ‘bamf’ in and out of the Autobot base. Your habit of teleporting beside him mid-battle, often makes him say flippant remarks about the situation. Optimus always remains composed. “Must you always announce yourself like this?” but you'd always give him that smile that secretly that makes his spark pulse. “What? Not a fan of dramatics?”

He's reserved but deeply affectionate in quiet ways. He would take time to understand you and let the relationship develop naturally. enjoying moments of peaceful conversation. Intimacy would be slow-burning but deeply meaningful. He would cherish their presence and show affection through gentle touches, forehead touches, and soft-spoken words of devotion.

Optimus understands that you hold incredible power, but also a dangerous one. He takes it upon himself to mentor you, often reminding you of the responsibility your abilities come with. “Strength is not defined by power alone. It is defined by how one chooses to use it.”

He would be protective but never overbearing, trusting you to handle yourself but always ready to support you in danger.

Ratchet

Ratchet was having a normal—or rather, relatively normal—day in the Autobot base. In the middle of a difficult repair on Bulkhead when a loud, unnatural sound echoed throughout the medbay.

BAMF!

Sparks flew as his tools clattered to the ground. His optics darted to the source of the noise, and what he saw nearly gave him a processor failure.

Perched on a counter, legs casually swinging, was someone that should not be there. Your glowing eyes softly gazed at him, his optics studied your blue skin and tail.

Ratchet’s immediate reaction? Pure, unfiltered exasperation.

“What in the name of Primus—who are you, and why are you in my medbay?! How did you even get in here?!"

You gave him a sheepish expression, raising your hand in surrender. "Uh… sorry? I didn't mean to pop in unannounced. Agent Fowler told me to meet him at this location, I'm the new recruit."

Ratchet pinched the bridge of his nasal ridge, muttering something about "why do these things always happen to me?" Optimus arrived shortly after, explaining the situation, but Ratchet was not pleased about having a teleporter anywhere near his delicate medical equipment.

Relationship

Once he's over the shock, Ratchet is fascinated by your biology. He asks endless questions about how your teleportation works—“Is it neurological? Does it take energy? Can you teleport others? And why does it leave behind sulfur?”

Over time, he grows used to your antics. He would get very fussy if you teleport into his medbay unannounced, throwing tools in frustration, but he secretly enjoys your company. He would initially find your agility unsettling whenever you acrobat around the base, especially you're perched on high places. “Get down from there before you hurt yourself!”

Ratchet is a grump, but he’s also deeply caring. He would check on you often, making sure teleporting didn’t exhaust you or cause internal damage. If you get injured, he does not tolerate excuses. “I don’t care if you can ‘bamf’ away from danger—you’re still getting checked!”

Romance would develop slowly, filled with sarcastic banter, exasperated sighs, and unexpectedly tender moments. Intimacy would be quiet but deeply emotional. He’s the type to press his forehead against yours, silently assuring you that he cares. He would grumble about your teleportation one minute and then instinctively catch you if he saw you stumble the next. He would express love through acts of service, such as patching up any injuries, making sure you rest, and, when no one is looking, stroking your cheek with surprising gentleness. If you ever expressed insecurity about your appearance or abilities, Ratchet would scoff, “If you weren’t a miracle, I don’t know what is.”

Wheeljack

Wheeljack isn’t the type to get easily impressed—he’s seen a lot, fought a lot, and survived even more. But the first time he meets you? He’s caught completely off guard.

It starts with him tracking a Decepticon patrol, staying low, waiting for the right time to strike. Just as he’s about to ambush them—BAMF!—a swirling burst of blue smoke appears in the middle of the fight, and suddenly, bodies are dropping left and right.

You moved too fast for the Decepticons to react—teleporting between them, dodging blaster fire, flipping over one’s back, and landing a well-placed kick before disappearing again. Your tail whips out, knocking a weapon out of a scout's servo, and just as they turn to fire at you—you were gone.

Wheeljack stands there, staring, half-impressed, half-confused.“Huh. Well, that’s new.” You teleport right next to him, dangling upside down from a ledge, your tail wrapping around it, while grinning at him.

“You’re welcome.”

Wheel scoffs, but struggles to hide the smirk that teased the corners of his lips. “Didn’t ask for help.”

“Didn’t need to.”

Relationship

From that moment, the pair of you became a disaster duo. Explosions, infiltration missions, crazy stunts—Wheeljack loves your unpredictable energy. He would absolutely encourage you to prank others with your abilities, especially Bulkhead or Ultra Magnus.

With your combined skills, Wheeljack can't help but up with insane strategies in the middle of battles. “Okay, here’s the plan: You teleport me inside their ship, I plant the charges, you get me out, and we watch the fireworks.”

If you can swordfight, he’ll spar with you constantly, testing your agility against his raw combat power.

You always challenge each other, pushing one another to their limits but also watching each other’s backs. Competitive streaks turn into romantic moments. A sparring session ends soon ends pinning each other down, faces inches apart before he smirks: “Admit it—you’re impressed.”

Your relationship would be flirty and playful. Teasing each other mid-mission, teleporting behind him to poke his shoulder, only for him to smirk and throw a grenade your way. He loves your unpredictability, often grinning whenever you surprise him by appearing out of nowhere.

Wheeljack is big on physical affection. He loves it when you drape your tail around his arm, finding it both hilarious and endearing. He would enjoy spontaneous moments of affection, pulling them into unexpected kisses or scooping them up after a successful fight.

He can never hide the smile that comes to him, whenever you teleport onto his shoulders, casually perching there.The first time you dos it, he grunts but doesn’t move you. And before he knew it, eventually, it becomes a thing.

He would probably call you “Ghost” or “Shadow” as a nickname.

When it’s just the two of you, the chaos slows down. Simply sitting together on the roof of his ship, watching the stars, your bodies still buzzing with adrenaline. While Wheeljack absentmindedly traces his servo over your back, enjoying the quiet. "Never thought I’d meet someone crazier than me." He'd quietly admit, voice just above a whisper, causing a warm, genuine smile to come to you. "You’re welcome."

The first time you confess your love for him, he doesn’t say it back right away. Not because he doesn’t feel it—he does. But he’s not used to saying it. Instead, he pulls you close, resting his forehead against yours. "Took the words right outta my mouth."

Knockout

You both first cross paths when Knockout arrived at one of the illegal street races, scoping out the competition for potential entertainment or recruits. Disguising himself in his altmode, as usual, showing off his pristine red finish under the neon lights of the race scene.

But he notices someone... unusual in the distance—not a racer, but definitely someone with presence. Their movement was smooth, almost feline, his gaze studying their movements as they leap onto a streetlamp effortlessly, perched like some kind of predator.

Then, out of nowhere—bamf!—you teleport onto the hood of his alt mode in the middle of the race, crouching with an amused smirk, your tail flicking lazily. Knockout immediately slams on his brakes, trying to shake you off, but you just teleport again, this time inside the driver’s seat.

“Nice ride,” you remarked, trailing a finger along his polished dashboard. “You look like the kind of guy who likes to make an entrance.” Knockout, unamused but undeniably impressed, growls in frustration.“Do you have any idea how much effort goes into keeping this finish spotless?!” but you speechlessly teleport back outside, leaving behind a faint trace of smoke, he’s equal parts intrigued and annoyed. "Now, aren’t you an interesting little anomaly?"

Relationship

Since then, you and Knockout occasionally 'bump' into one another. But your relationship deepens after you help him in the middle of a battle, but you push yourself too hard.Knockout catches you mid-teleport, your body stumbling from exhaustion after rapid jumps across the battlefield. Instead of mocking you, he actually looks concerned.

Behind all the flair, he truly worries about you. He doesn't like seeing you exhausted after teleporting too much, and he'll make you rest- no arguments. "Even perfection needs to take care of itself, Darling."

If you disappear mid-battle and don't reappear for too long, he'll get scared. Frantically calling for you, optics searching wildly. But the moment you teleport back, he grips your shoulders, scolding you while checking for injuries.

Knockout finds your physical agility mesmerizing. Since he has an eye for aesthetics, your graceful agility and fluid teleportation catches his attention instantly. Your ability to vanish and reappear makes him constantly have to stay on his toes, which is both frustrating and thrilling to him.

The flirtatious banter between the pair of you, simply makes the air crackle around you. The first time you steal his buffer, he gapes in absolute horror. Teleporting just out of his reach, dangling it between your fingers."You wouldn’t dare." Something electric pulses throughout his frame, as you give him that oh-so sweet and teasing smile. "Oh? What’s it worth to you?" The next thing you know, Knockout has you pinned against a wall of his lab, his optics gleaming with mischief as he leans in close."You should know by now, darling, I always get what I want."

He adores your tail, often trailing his claws over it absentmindedly. Whenever you wrap it around his wrist playfully, he smirks and pulls you closer, murmuring, "If you wanted my attention, darling, all you had to do was ask." While you rest against his chassis, running his digits along your spine in slow, absent-minded circles.

He’s not one to open up easily, but when it’s just the two of you, the walls come down. Finding himself telling you things he wouldn’t admit to anyone else, simply creating a safe space where the two of you can talk about things neither of you admit to anyone else.

Starscream

Starscream’s first encounter with you was less than pleasant. It happens when he was patrolling alone, trying to get away from Megatron’s constant scrutiny. Already in a bad mood, muttering to himself about how he deserves to lead the Decepticons, when suddenly—BAMF!—a burst of blue smoke appears right in front of him.

His optics widen in shock, and before he can react, you were gone again. "What the—?! What in Primu's name?!"

But you simply reappear above him within the hallway of Nemesis, tilting your head, speaking in an unimpressed."Well, that’s rude. I just got here."

Once he regains his composure, he glares suspiciously at you. Not trust anything he doesn’t understand, and your ability to teleport unpredictably makes you a threat in his optics."Hmph. You think a mere parlor trick impresses me? I command an army of Vehicons!"

But you simply flash him a smartass smile,"That’s cute. Your army couldn’t touch me even if they tried."

Relationship

At first, Starscream is initially paranoid. Convinced you're either a spy, an M.E.C.H experiment, or some other potential rival. He watches you like a Seeker hawk, analyzing how you move, how often you teleport, and whether it drains your energy. But the more he sees you in action, the more intrigued he becomes.

The way you outmaneuver him effortlessly, always both infuriates and excites him. You never seem to be afraid of him—a rarity among Decepticons. You always tease him relentlessly, calling him out on his dramatics."You certainly do love to hear yourself talk, don’t you?" yet to your surprise, he also occasionally teased you in return, "and you certainly do love making entrances."

Sometimes he tries to outsmart you, setting traps or tracking energy signatures, but you always slip away—sometimes leaving behind cheeky notes or remarks just to piss him off.

Whenever Starscream flirts- of course in a grand, dramatic way—praising your abilities, making sly comments. "Ah, such magnificent skill! I do admire how you flawlessly use those talents of yours." but the moment they flirt back, he short-circuits. "Good, because I intend to use them on you... in a different sort of way." Cue his wings fluttering and an immediate change of subject.

Starscream doesn’t do well with feeling vulnerable. It makes him absolutely paranoid, hence why Starscream is terrified of betrayal. It takes a long time for him to truly believe you're not just using him. The first time you stay by his side despite having an easy escape, he’s stunned. "You... could have left." But you just gave him a warm genuine smile,"true..., but why would someone ever do that?" and that’s when he starts letting his guard down, hitting him unexpectedly.

Maybe it’s the way you stay with him after one of Megatron’s beatings, running your hands gently along his damaged wings. Maybe it’s when you teleport in front of him mid-battle, shielding him from an attack. Or, maybe it’s the way you laugh at his sarcasm instead of recoiling. Either way, he’s horrified by the realization that he's fallen for you- and fallen hard. "This is a liability. You’re a liability." You give him that teasing smile,"oh, sure, that’s why you hold onto me so tight at night." "...Shut up."

In public, Starscream is his usual dramatic, arrogant self. But in private? He lets tiny moments of softness slip. Whenever you lean against him, and he doesn’t push you away. But the first time you confess your love, he panics. Staring at you, wings flicking uncertainly, processor running at full speed. "You… you what?" a small smile teases the corners of your lips,"you heard me, Star." He opens and closes his mouth, trying to come up with a snarky reply, fails, then just mutters— "Hmph. You’re insufferable." He loves you too.

Megatron

When he first encounters you, it’s not because they sought him out—it’s because you caught his attention. He notices you first on the battlefield, moving too fast for his warriors to hit, teleporting between enemies with effortless precision. Bypassing defenses, evading detection, leaving only the faintest traces of smoke in their wake.

Megatron's initial reaction is not anger, nor fear—but fascination. He watches you fight, calculating, analyzing, testing. Most warriors rely on strength, on speed… but they rely on the element of surprise. Interesting.

When you finally come face to face, he's neither hostile nor immediately dismissive. Instead, he studies you."You evade death as if it were a game. Do you not fear it?" you give him a teasing smirk, "Should I?" His optics glow with intrigue. Admiring your strength and sees potential in your unorthodox combat style.

Relationship

At first, Megatron plans on testing your abilities and loyalty, sending you on a mission, fully expecting you to fail. But you always came back victorious, teleporting into the warship’s throne room and casually perching on his armrest. "I assume you’re impressed." He glares but doesn’t move them, "hmph. Perhaps you are not entirely useless after all."

Your personalities continuously clash, you're unpredictable. Megatron relies on control—of the battlefield, of his troops, of the war itself, yet he fails in attempting to control you. You don't fear him, and it's probably this what truly unsettles—and excites—him. Unlike others who cower before his presence, you stand their ground. Always challenging his authority, but never without purpose. You do not blindly follow orders, but neither do you act like a reckless fool. You intrigue him in ways he does not understand. The first time you outright refuse one of his orders, everyone in the room goes dead silent. "I don't take orders, Megatron."His optics narrow, but instead of striking them down, he give you a smirk with a hint of... flirtation? Within his words, "then you will find that I am not easily defied."

Whenever you tease him, He watches you carefully, knowing full well that you're are playing a dangerous game. But Primus help him—he enjoys it.

To love Megatron is to love a storm. He is power incarnate, and his love is not gentle—it is demanding, consuming, relentless, intense, almost overwhelming. His touches are possessive—gripping your arm, waist, or throat—not in a way meant to harm, but to remind you of his dominance. Physical intimacy is a battle in itself. You tend to push, tease and challenge him, yet he always responds with rough, fervent passion. Megatron rarely initiates softness, but whenever you curl into him, resting your head against his chassis, he finds himself... allowing it. "You test my patience." you look up at him, "and yet, here we are." Megatron isn't the type to whisper sweet words, but he will slaughter anyone who dares harm you. Nor, offer gentle touches, but when he wraps you in his arms, you can't help but feel as if nothing in the universe could touch you. And though he'd never speak- let alone usher the words "I love you"—but whenever he looks at you, you know he'd gladly burn the world for you.

He is used to subordinates fearing him, obeying him without question. But you? You disappear the moment he tries to intimidate you, only to reappear behind him, whispering in his audio receptors. "You’re not as terrifying as you think you are, Megatron." His optics flare with both irritation and amusement.

He is fiercely possessive. If another Decepticon so much as looks at you with ill intent, Megatron will make an example of them, quick to remind everyone who you belong to.

He hates feeling powerless. The first time you're injured, teleporting too much in battle and collapsing, he feels something foreign—panic. He catches you before you fall, optics flashing dangerously. "Foolish. You should have stayed at my side!" despite his harsh tone, his touch is gentler than expected as he carries you away from the fight.

Megatron allows you freedoms no one else has.You can speak to him in ways no one else can, vanish and reappear without being reprimanded. Resting against him, exhausted from battle, he lets you. No one else is granted such privilege.

At night, whenever the pair of you are alone, his guard lowers. Sitting together in silence, watching the stars. Megatron lets you trace your fingers over his battle-worn plating, exposing a rare moment of quiet vulnerability. During these moments, he doesn't speak much, but his servo rests on your back, grounding you. Sometimes, you wrap your tail around his wrist, a silent declaration of affection. He doesn’t comment on it, but he never pulls away. When you first confess your love, he doesn't react at first—his expression is unreadable. Then, slowly, a smirk tugs at his lips, "a dangerous sentiment. Love makes one… vulnerable." You lean closer, pressing your forehead to his, "only if you’re afraid of it." His optics darken, his voice low, "I fear nothing." And then, finally—he pulls you close, claiming your lips in a way that leaves no doubt.

[naomijoestar]

I have an idear if you may 😌

La Squadra with a person who has a healing stand BUT the Stand is like a giant version of one of those microwaveable plushies (with its own heating ofc) so you can get cozy and healed at the same time :3

Masterlist here <3

I love this so much omg! I loved writing this especially because we usually see most of la squadra’s members with a tough exterior but this shows their soft side instead <3 I hope you enjoy!

La Squadra with a member who has a healing stand that takes the form of a giant warm plushie

Risotto Nero

Risotto was not the kind of man to indulge in creature comforts. The others joked that he’d never even touched a pillow before. Yet, after a mission where he’d taken a bullet to the shoulder, you decided he didn’t have much of a choice

“You don’t need to—” he started, his deep voice gruff and serious, but you were already calling your Stand to his side. The plush appeared, draping itself over him like a weighted blanket. Its heat seeped into his muscles as it began to heal his injury

Risotto froze, clearly unsure how to react. For a moment, you wondered if he was going to shove it away, but then he let out a slow, almost inaudible sigh

“… It’s efficient,” he said finally, as though trying to convince himself more than you. He remained completely still while the plush did its work, though his sharp eyes occasionally darted around the room, clearly worried someone would catch him looking… cozy

“You can relax, you know,” you teased lightly

“I am relaxed,” he deadpanned, his monotone voice betraying nothing. But the slight way his fingers curled into the plush’s fur told a different story

Formaggio

Formaggio was the team’s class clown, so it was no surprise that he latched onto your Stand immediately

“I’m telling you, this thing is a game-changer,” he declared one evening, sprawled dramatically across the couch with your Stand draped over him. “You could open a spa. We’d make more money than assassinations.”

“Or you could stop using my Stand like it’s your personal pillow,” you retorted, though you couldn’t hide your grin

“C’mon, you know you love me,” he said, giving you a cheeky wink

The plush shifted slightly to rest more firmly against his side, and Formaggio practically purred. “Ahhh, this is the life. Prosciutto needs to lighten up and give this thing a shot.”

Melone

Melone treated your Stand like it was the most fascinating experiment he’d ever encountered

“This is incredible,” he murmured, lying flat on the floor while the plush wrapped itself around his legs like a giant heating pad. “The way it generates heat… Does it tap into thermal energy? Or is it biochemical? Fascinating…”

You chuckled, watching him poke and prod at the Stand’s fur with an almost childlike wonder. “You’re overthinking it, Melone. Just enjoy it.”

“Oh, I am enjoying it,” he said with a blissful smile. “I’m just imagining the possibilities. Perhaps we could develop a combat application! Imagine this thing smothering an enemy—healing them, sure, but leaving them too cozy to fight back!”

“I’m pretty sure that’s not how it works,” you said, but Melone wasn’t listening. He was too busy rambling about lavender-infused knockout tactics

Prosciutto

Prosciutto was the hardest to crack. “A professional doesn’t need… fluff,” he’d said with disdain when he first saw your Stand

But one day, after a mission had left him with a pulled muscle in his back, you caught him eyeing the plush. He tried to walk it off—straight-backed and prideful as ever—but eventually, he relented

“Fine. Do what you must,” he said, sitting stiffly on the couch

The plush appeared, immediately wrapping around his shoulders. You saw his posture relax by about half an inch

“You’re good at this,” he said quietly after a while. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

You didn’t miss the way his hand briefly rested on the plush, almost like a pat of approval

Pesci

Pesci loved your Stand from the moment he saw it

“It’s so… cute!” he exclaimed, wide-eyed. “Can I—uh, does it, you know… work on stress too?”

You laughed. “Stress? Pesci, do you have stress?”

“Well, Prosciutto’s been on me a lot lately, and my shoulders are really stiff,” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck

The plush appeared, settling over his shoulders like a heated cape. Pesci’s eyes widened, and he let out a soft, high-pitched sigh that sounded suspiciously like a kitten purring

“Th-this is amazing!” he stammered. “I feel like I could nap forever!”

“Glad to know I’m running a daycare,” you teased, ruffling his hair

Illuso

Illuso was too cool for your Stand—at least, that’s what he claimed

“That thing’s ridiculous,” he sneered. “What assassin needs a stuffed animal to coddle them?”

But when he twisted his ankle after a particularly bad fight, he had no choice but to hobble over to you

“This doesn’t mean I like it,” he growled as the plush enveloped his foot, the heat easing the pain almost instantly

“Of course not,” you said, biting back a smile

Illuso glared at you, but the way he slumped back into his chair betrayed his secret relief. You caught him muttering under his breath, something suspiciously like, “Stupid thing’s too soft…”

Ghiaccio

“I don’t need that fluffy nonsense,” Ghiaccio declared loudly. “Do you think I’m some kind of child who needs a blankie?!”

You raised an eyebrow. “You’re limping.”

“No, I’m not!” he snapped, which was a blatant lie

Without waiting for permission, you summoned the plush, and it tackled him like an overenthusiastic dog. Ghiaccio yelped, flailing as it wrapped around him

“Get this thing off me!” he barked—until the warmth kicked in. His expression softened immediately, though he quickly scowled again to cover it up

“… Fine. It’s not terrible,” he grumbled, crossing his arms

You smirked. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

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The Nemesis Chase - Transformers x Danny Phantom

Summary: Danny books it through the Nemesis with an angry Knockout on his heels

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Notes

Set in a series where Danny finds Starscream one day and decides to start haunting the Decepticons. That's basically all the context you need but if you want more here is the rest of the series:

Haunting the Nemesis

Part 1: Chasing Stars

Part 2: Burning Rubber

Part 3: Adventures of the Decepticons' Pet Ghost Or Tumblr Master List

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This scene was one of the first things I wrote when I started this series, so it may seem somewhat random. You can imagine it placed pretty much anywhere in the series timeline, it doesn't matter where. But I had nowhere else to put it for my posting schedule! So enjoy a fun little crack scene <3

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Danny darted down the long, metallic hallway of the Nemesis, his sneakers barely touching the ground as the sound of angry, stomping steps echoed quickly from behind. 

"Get back here, you pest!" Knockout’s voice called out from behind him, filled with fury.

Danny glanced over his shoulder, laughing to himself as the fuming Knockout pursued him. Knockout had been boasting about himself again, and how much more sophisticated Cybertronains were than Organics. After one too many snide comments, Danny decided to throw one of the tools on the desk he was sitting on at the Con… And maybe he had thrown it with a little too much enthusiasm.

"Aw, come on, Knockout, it’s just a scratch!" Danny called back, smirking to himself as he turned a sharp corner. He could have easily just turned invisible or even just phased out through the floor, but where was the fun in that?

Just ahead, Breakdown was walking down the hallway, looking over a data pad and muttering to himself.  His optics shot up when he heard the commotion as Danny grinned and zipped by him. "Hi, Breakdown! Bye, Breakdown!"  Danny waved as he ran.

Breakdown blinked as Danny sped past, followed moments later by a livid Knockout. The red mech skidded to a halt in front of Breakdown, who raised an optic ridge at him. 

 "Why didn’t you grab him?!" Knockout threw his servo in the general direction where Danny took off.

Breakdown shrugged and tilted his helm to the side. "Why are you trying to kill Danny?" He asked.

Knockout lifted up one of the doors that were attached to his forearms, showing off a fancy new mark that trailed across it. "He scratched my paint!"

Breakdown sighed exasperatedly. "Right. That’s a perfectly good reason to chase a human down. Knockout, I can buff it out when I’m done this.”  He raised his datapad, which was small in his large servo. “There’s no need to kill him."

Knockout shot him a glare. "You’ll never understand the importance of keeping a finish pristine." He took off running again, shouting after Danny. "You’re going to pay for that, Scratch magnet!"

Danny, now several corridors away, zigzagged down another hall, laughing between breaths. He recognized the control center and ran in without a second thought.  The door opened for him instantly. Soundwave had programmed in his biosignature to open the doors for him when he walked up to them because he couldn’t reach the door panels with his tiny human limbs. Speaking of Soundwave – he spotted a familiar tall, thin figure standing at the control panel. 

Danny skidded to a stop, nearly crashing into him. "Hey, Soundwave!”  The mech turned his helm towards the human.  “Uh…Where’s Starscream?"

Soundwave, without saying a word, pointed a long, silent digit down the next hallway.

"Thanks!" Danny flashed a grin and bolted, but not before waving behind him to the mech.

Not a second later, Knockout stormed in, vents running overtime. "Where did he go?"  He demanded, leaning up against the doorframe for a moment's rest.

Soundwave’s visor remained blank, and he went back to his console as if nothing had happened.

Knockout growled, throwing his servos up in defeat. "Ugh, why is everyone so unhelpful today?!"

Meanwhile, Danny rounded the corner and nearly crashed into Starscream, the mech was distracted with a data pad and stepped back when Danny tripped in front of him. Danny righted himself dusting himself off and without missing a beat, he grinned up at the Seeker.

"Hey Screamy, how about a flight?"

Starscream narrowed his optics suspiciously, opening his intake to protest, when he suddenly noticed Knockout barreling toward them, pure irritation on his face.

Starscream let out an exasperated groan dragging his servo down his faceplate. "What have you done this time?"

"No time to explain!" Danny said quickly, hopping in place as Knockout drew closer.

Starscream sighed dramatically but grabbed Danny in one smooth motion, transforming mid-action and launching into the air, soaring through the hallways of the Nemesis. Knockout skidded to a halt just as they flew out of reach for the mech.

"I am going to get him one of these days," Knockout muttered, stomping away. Once he turned the corner he ran into Breakdown again and, without a second thought, he grabbed the larger mech by the transformation seam under his neck into his chest plates and pulled him along behind him. Breakdown made a sound of surprise but decided just to follow his partner anyway.

Soundwave closed out the security camera he had opened on the monitor that he was using to watch the whole ordeal and continued his work.  A very light hint of amusement reflected in his EM field.

[tf-es-unbreakable-au]

Chapter 3: floating

Starscreams experience with death wasn't at all what he'd expected.

But then again, when did anything go the way he expected?

Alot of this is probably gonna be super ooc but I don't really mind. This is purely self indulgent.

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He honestly didn't know what he expected, maybe to come face-to-face with primus while he judged him for all of his crimes.

He knew long ago, even though he never thought himself religious, that if there was an afterlife for bad mechs, he was going there.

Whether that be the pit, or something else.

But if this was the pit... he had to say, it wasn't so bad.

He floated in nothingness, he didn't know where he was or how he got there.

All he knew was that he was warm, comfortably warm, and that he was floating.

It felt as though he'd been in stasis, or even frozen.

He often heard that one of the signs of lethal hyperthermia warmth and giddiness.

In the black void, something broke through.

A voice, it wasn't soothing nor was in enraged... it also wasn't recognizable.

Took the plunge, didn't ya?

Ah. That explained it.

Yes, he supposed he did "take the plunge" but it wasn't like he had other options.

At least here, in this mystery realm he had no fears, no worries, no duties, no responsibilities, no punishments and a bazillion-and-one other things that made starscream even more giddy.

But one stood out the most, it nearly made him cry out in relief.

No more Megatron...

He was free... truly free.

If this was his "punishment" for all the things he did in his life, then he wouldn't complain.

Maybe primus decided to "throw him a bone" as the fleshlings said.

That was his first thought, until a voice boomed loud enough to snap him out of his bliss.

It started as a chuckle.

"Not yet, seeker... you aren't finished quite yet." The unfamiliar voice echoed in his chasis (or at least, whatever was in it's place) and he found his warm bliss giving way to cold agony.

He didn't know what was going on, but he could feel his plates shifting and moving and forming unnaturally. He felt something... something MOVING through his lines, and he instantly felt squeamish.

He began to feel sensation in his servos again. He looked down and instead of nothing, he saw his servos again.

Then right pede

No...

Then his left one

This can't be happening...

The cold traveled up to his pelvic assembly and traveled up his chasis.

This isn't supposed to be possible!

The darkness gave way to light, and he could see the glow of his red optics...

He was coming back, but how?!

That wasn't what concerned starscream at the moment.

My peace!

My silence!

He cried out desperately, reaching out as if trying to grasp the conceptions themselves and surround himself with it.

My happiness...

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His optics shot open and he launched himself into a sitting position. He looked around the dark doom, alarmed.

The place was unfamiliar, but he could make out power tools and medical supplies... but this didn't look like knockouts office...

Which meant one of 2 things.

There was a rogue, or the autobots took him back.

Neither of the two possibilities sat right with the winged 'con.

His still weak spark thrummed in his chasis again as panic set in, he had to get out.

He had to go he had to go he had to go!

Every alarm bell in his cpu sounded off and his optics darted around once more.

He spotted a door, it was risky and was most likely armed with an alarm system.

And he would most likely still be...

He looked down at his servos, then his wings.

...not...cuffed?

Why'd they take the cuffs off him?

For the first time in what seemed like forever His spark lept in his chasis, he could fly again!

But he couldn't celebrate just yet, he still needed to get to relative safety.

He backed away from the door and braced his shoulder... until it gave immediately with no resistance.

It wasn't even locked?! What were they thinking?!

They'd left the second most dangerous 'con completely unrestrained and unsupervised...

They're basically asking to get offlined!

He nearly got weak with glee, until a thought quickly passed that deflated the seeker immediately.

Correction... former second most dangerous 'con...

He tried to navigate his way through the dull base until he finally felt a draft.

Opening the silo door, he looked up at the jet-black night sky.

How long has it been?

"Hey!" A voice snapped him out.

"Who are you!" The voice demanded.

He whipped around to face a larger, green mech...

Who, despite his size advantage (and undoubtedly, strength advantage) widened his optics.

"Uhh... uhhh." The mech whimpered, unable to form words.

"Gh-ghost!" He screamed out.

"Ohh slag." Starscream said.

Nothing good could come from this.

"Ghost! There's a ghost!" The mech turned back to the base and ran screaming.

Time to go!

He quickly transformed to his alt mode and took off, leaving the traumatized mech and the dull dusty base behind.

He took a few moments to appreciate the wind rushing past his frame, yeah, floating in space didn't come close to this feeling!

After admiring his new freedom, he began to run through a list of possible hideouts.

He could just pick a random cave, but he'd never been one for tight spaces... besides, he'd get his fair share of caving while mining for energon.

Energon...

This time, he deflated so much that it was a miracle he didn't crash.

He needed to keep a steady supply of energon, and while earth had energon deposits, the decepticons had bled most of the veins dry.

One problem at a time, now...

Right, he had to find a relatively safe hiding place. Although he hated the idea of hiding he had to regroup and come of with a game plan.

He decided the harbinger would be a good starting point. It was wrecked to the pit and back but it'd have to do.

He searched for the damaged ships dying signal, silently hoping something would come up.

He flew and flew, over the dense forest that consumed the vessel when it first collapsed until he finally got a faint ping.

Letting some tension go, he circled above before landing roughly in front of the ship.

The damage was now amplified by the overgrowth of the surrounding foliage, an issue he could afford to leave alone for now. He tore the jammed door down and made his way inside, searching for anything useful.

The navigation computers were damaged beyond repair, FUBAR (Fragged Up Beyond All Recognition) as they'd put it back on Vos.

Even with all his know-how it was still a lost cause, at least one of the monitors worked.

He got it working and checked so search for an inventory list.

Clicking into it, a status called "energon reserves" caught his eye.

He checked the status, rubbed at his optics, then checked again.

[Energon reserves; nominal]

He dashed away from the computer toward the storage room.

When the door didn't open, he began clawing and yanking at it like a wild animal until it gave out.

He stared with wide-optics at the stash of energon before him, like a sparkling who'd been given as many treats as they could want.

He fell to his knees as all the tension left his frame, there was enough energon cubes to last... well he'd figure that out later.

He crawled over to the stash and grabbed a cube with shaky servos.

He cracked the top open and guzzled it down, nearly coughing it up as it went down to his tank too fast.

He threw the cube to the side once he was done, leaning his back again the rest of the cubes.

One big problem taken care of.

He began any repairs he could manage with what had, and even managed to salvage enough components to make a (albeit relatively weak) signal jammer.

The next week, he began organizing all the spare parts... then tore off all the overgrowth to create a makeshift birth...

But it wasn't enough.

The space he had was fine. It was what to do that haunted him.

There were no missions, no leads and no action... he'd been at war so long he'd forgotten what peace felt like.

That's when he got into his own processor.

He'd never been one to feel guilt, regret or shame... but he really did think he was going to die back there... slaggit, he hoped he'd died back there...

A human month had passed and he was already a mess, he hadn't even been able to so much as look at his own reflection.

And once his defenses came down, everything else he'd tried to bury had wormed its way back to his helm.

Vos, sky fire, every single punishment he'd taken, every betrayal he'd perpetrated AND endured... and now, his latest kill...

Cliffjumper.

He'd never be able to erase the abject fear in the autobots eyes as starscream brought his claws up to his spark chamber.

He remembered the whole scene clear as sun. Even if he didn't want to anymore.

He finally lost it, he needed something, anything to keep his processor occupied... he even resorted to using human internet!

Starscream himself would say it was no problem, but it was actually quite tricky to get his monitors signal sent out and received by earth's satellites, but he got it done.

And so he browsed, looking for anything interesting to take his mind off.

By the end of the day, he'd watched dozens of video clips, read hundreds of research papers and even made an entire presentation about what the humans called "the rock cycle."

None of it did anything except remind him of a better time, a time where he wasn't all alone...

A time where he was happy.

Science was out of the picture.

He clicked out of the tabs and, for the first time in millenia, swallowed his pride.

He went to the search bar, and straight up asked for help.

He was sent to several "mental health" forums and starscream always groaned at the same advice he'd heard his medical peers give ill patients.

"Take your mind off of everything, go to your happy place, do something you love, blah blah blah!" Starscream hissed in frustration.

Until he saw another answer from an independent user.

"|This advice isn't very conventional, but I'd start looking at exercise or combat sports if nothing else is helping. Was in a bad slump years ago that almost cost me my life, but I eventually found combat sports to be something i could really lose myself in|"

"Combat sports... lose yourself in...?" He sounded then out, almost as if they were completely foreign.

He did some digging, first by searching up what combat sports were and was greeted with a pleasant surprise.

"A sanctioned, legal fight?" He tapped his chin.

"...like gladiators?"

He clicked into a random video.

The two combatants were wearing gloves and assumed very sturdy postures with one foot always in front of the other.

And then, before starscream could begin analyzing, the action started.

Over the course of the 30-minute fight, the two had beaten each other bloody and not a single one of them went down or slowed down.

Starscream watched the judges decide the fight but wasn't at all interested in hearing the score, he was still playing back the action in his cpu.

Even just watching it got his energon pumping!

He started watching more and more, even studying the different sports.

Alright, so boxing focuses on rhythm, flow, defense, footwork and punches...

He wrote it down

Wrestling is all about keeping an opponent pinned to the ground.

Muay Thai was chaotic and explosive, using all limbs to deal as much damage as possible while also utilizing a tight defense to absorb damage.

Jiu-jitsu Is submissions and joint locks.

Kickboxing was basically boxing with kicks

And there were so many more, but he surmised that those ones were the most efficient.

He moved on from fights to watching how the techniques were performed, and found himself surprised at the amount of intelligence it took to execute all these different movements at once...

And he liked it... he liked watching and he liked learning, it kept him interested and engaged!

He saw how the most common training method was to hit a large stuffed bag.

He quickly sprang up to search for any kind of linen until he found something big enough, and stuffed it with whatever he could find.

Finally, he found a large enough tree and bolted it into place off a sturdy branch that let it swing around.

Starscream got to work just as he saw the humans do, although maybe he should've found something softer to stuff it with...

But the pain with each strike didn't bother starscream, he was having so much fun!

Until a loud crack brought him out of his trance.

He hissed at pain exploding through his left servo and inspected it, finding it deformed.

"Slag! Just what I needed!" He growled as he walked back to the harbinger, hoping to find what he needed to repair his servo.

But as he stepped in, he felt it again. Something moving through his lines.

He shivered and scratched at himself before looking at both of his servos as they began to feel lighter than they ever did.

Whatever it was that's moving through his body, it went straight to his left servo.

Then it began to move, on its own.

He fell backwards with a yelp and grasped at his servo as pain twisted through it while it writhed inexplicably.

He groaned and tried to steady it but It Just continued to twist and turn, the plating contorting in ways not possible, until...

It was...good as new...

He stared in shock at his servo, now completely unblemished, like he'd Just gotten them polished.

"What the slag is happening to me..." he whispered to himself.

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Longer chapter this time, folks. Had alot I wanted to get out of the way until the story can get started properly

[akaryotic]

collected some stats on the man from uncle books vs novellas because i love numbers

final stats are here but theres breakdowns by book under the cut!

i think its a little bit funny how much higher the numbers in the novellas are despite them being, for the most part, shorter than the books. congratulations to napoleon for coming out on top (or tied for) of most of these categories in both the books and novellas. commiserations to illya for being UNCLE's most holey agent.

(here's the raw numbers in case the graph is hard to read) (also, it gets long under the cut because i do love to yap. consider this a warning)

i will, for clarity's sake, mention that it has been a while since i've read the books. my criteria may have changed without me noticing, but my base definition for 'capture' was "unwillingly taken to somewhere they should not be able to escape from", including when they get bundled into cars if the car starts moving. i also only recounted recaptures after escape attempts if they managed to leave wherever they were being held.

also, this was REAL close in terms of the novellas until the last couple. proud of illya for his shockingly good average of 1 capture per book though! this is also the category which, when showed to my friends, prompted the statement "man, these guys suck at their jobs!" multiple times from different people. yeah. yeah they kind of do

this one is also specifically times drugged "on-screen", and doesn't include antidotes. it does however include one instance of illya shoving some kind of capsule in napoleons mouth because napoleon is completely unwilling to take it and also bites illya in the process (mainly because i thought it was funny). tear gas wasn't counted but nerve gas was.

some of these drugs are just your standard knockout/truth drugs but i will say. THRUSH loves a bit of variety.

i did count getting shot via darts in this category, and i have a sneaking suspicion i did count illya getting hit by an energy cannon at some point in the books. he may have also gotten shot more than twice in the hungry world affair:

"He wondered how many bullets had picked at him. Time enough later to count the leaks."

but because only two shots were detailed on the page that's what i counted.

this is the one that shows the biggest difference in the novellas vs the books to me. the books are always careful to keep one agent safe and whole while the novellas will just kick both of them down and make them keep going. shoutout to the multiple novellas that end with one or both of them a) in hospital, b) slathered in bandages or c) not quite escaped yet.

further evidence that the novellas treat them much more harshly! i do admit i had a pretty loose definition of torture so if anyone else takes stats these may contradict, but i think i was pretty consistent within my own criteria.

man i really enjoyed reading these. if i have the time and the willpower to do this again, i might record a couple of different categories like times knocked out, injured and stabbed because i think those will be interesting.

a couple of additional thoughts:

illya normally suffers much more in both the books and novellas when he gets shot/captured compared to napoleon (more severe injuries, worse treatment etc). napoleon solo main character syndrome endures.

april dancer and mark slate show up in the novellas quite a few times! i wonder if their appearances coincide with the matching girl from uncle novella series, considering how they mention specific affairs a few times

every time they mention how much napoleon spends on shoes i die a little bit inside.

there's exactly one book which gets a perfect 0 score and that's the utopia affair. whether this is a positive or a negative i am unsure

these guys think each other are dead so often. at one point, they get into a car crash and napoleon just kind of. assumes that illya is dead and walks away, which causes about 95% of the problems for the rest of the novella

these guys are terrible at their jobs. how they are the top two UNCLE agents i have no idea. i would hate to see what a mediocre agents stats would look like.

if you have read this far, thank you! hoped you enjoyed my ramblings and mildy interesting statistics

[sonicasura]

It took an embarrassing amount of time for Dart to manage to squirm enough to hit the Omnitrix’s faceplate. Unfortunately, they recalled a little too late what transforming back to base form felt to other Cybertronians… The Vehicon holding them nearly dropped them at feeling a spark “extinguish”. A sparkling’s spark extinguish… Soundwave keened again.

On the (not really) upside, the Omnitrix user regrettably found a way to cause simultaneous mass depression in a group of cybertronians.

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“A Prime, no a Primeling.” Starscream couldn’t help whispering in astonishment and not so somewhat restrained concern. Such a thing was the stuff of myths—no matter how many sparklings past Primes had, none showed inclinations toward also being Primes. No one was born a Prime. There was a reason the Matrix was the only known way to create one. “Did you gain this form from the Autobot leader? It would have been an effective deterrent for the War if you had shown it.”

The shapeshifter in question winced looking at some of the still forlorn Vehicons. “Technically, yes and no. The CNA itself was most likely collected from Optimus. Concord Prime is a transformation that I had to earn and get permission for.” Dart explained, though their words left his processor with more questions.

“Permission? From who?” The Seeker wondered when they had access to the Matrix. A small part of him was reassured that Dart had to “earn” being a Prime, even if the mechanics of it made him flounder on an intellectual level.

It took him a few moments and clearing his audials to register what the human shapeshifter muttered underneath their breath…

“An alternate universe’s AllSpark.”

Starscream’s shot up in surprise at the admission, but even then it felt rather paltry of a reaction. “The. AllSpark?” He repeated.

Dart nodded.

“It’s sentient?”

Dart nodded again.

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Knockout tried to keep his servos steady as he continued cleaning the same tool for the past half earth hour. In a similar fashion to earlier, the little boss had rendered Starscream speechless. The Seeker looked as if he was having existential crisis. Granted, the medic himself was trying not to think too hard about Dart having access to a fledging Prime form. Less of a religious crisis and more of a medical one in his opinion. Dart was a conundrum.

He wouldn’t trade deciding to join their ragtag faction for anything after they saved Breakdown. If ignoring the pain of a Sparkling technically extinguishing in front of him was necessary, he would simmer that ancient part of his processor down to realize the Sparkling was still alive. Technically speaking anyway.

—ROB’d Anon.

One does not normally interact casually with Gods and God-adjacent artifacts. Every cybertronian has a vague sense Primus is sentient, he created them after all… But the AllSpark? Less obvious especially post-war.

Whoops! That definitely would feel awful considering what I said earlier. At least it's more of a slumber period with Dart than an actual extinguish. I imagine the Omnitrix adding a function to when they revert from Concord Prime, it recreates a Spark signal for slumber/stasis.

Better to keep the primal emotional whiplash to a minimum.

[liviavanrouge]

Kids vs Queen

Livia stared at the angels with wide eyes, looking alarmed as Lilith stepped towards them. "You dared to attack me, I'll rip you all apart starting with your wings"Lilith threatens heels clicking against the ground as she stepped closer. "Mama Lilith"Kuro says stepping forward. Lilith narrowed her eyes, glaring down at the angels in front of her. The angels moved back, one standing up to shield the others their eyes wide as their bodies trembled. Running footsteps made her eyes narrow, eyes darting towards the noise. Hurtis lunged forward with his sword, aiming for a spot that'd knock her out without dealing damage. Lilith dodged him, blocking his sword with her arms, her eyes narrowed. "Hurtis-"Lilith started.

Hurtis bent backwards, narrowing dodging a stab to the chest from a spike, his eyes wide. He leapt up and brought his sword down only for it to get blocked again. A rapier flew her way only to get knocked back, thorns snagging the weapon and passing it back to Kuro. Lilith pushed Hurtis back, turning her gaze to Kuro and Kiara both wielding weapons. "Tag teaming..."Lilith scolds turning her full body to face them. She summoned the darkness visible in the room and sent a large sword flying at the two. Kiara screamed in shock, Kuro flaring his wings out to shield her. "NO!!!!" Livia moved in front of the two, blocking the attack with her thorn scythe.

A small hiss came from her, her hands gripping the scythe handle, the blade keeping the sword back. "Impressive, Livy, but not enough you know..."Lilith says. Flames shot up from the ground, blasting full speed towards the three kids. A yell came from Kiara, the trio being thrown back from the attack. "Will this be...enough"Kuro mutters his gaze darkening. Livia and Kiara vanished, turning into a shower of feathers. Kuro hit the ground and shot up to a kneel. "COME ON GUYS!!!" Livia and Kiara leapt from the shadows, weapons in hand aiming at knockout areas. Kiara gripped Livias lithic and lunged forward, her ears flattened back. "SORRY MAMA LILITH!!!"Livias yells swinging her scythe down. Flames bursted up, an explosion going off when the weapons collided with the fire. Hurtis stared with wide eyes, gripping the handle of his sword. Kuro scanned the smoke, his body trembling. "LIVIA!!! KIARA!!!"

Lilith stood there silently as the smoke cleared, one hand blocking Livia's scythe and the other gripping Kiara's wrist directing the lithic away. "Did you just apologize for this pathetic attack you both tried to pull on me?"Lilith demands looking disappointed. Hurtis charged forward suddenly, lifting his sword arm. Lilith tossed Livia and Kiara into Kuro and Hurtis, sending the four kids tumbling to the ground. She pointed to them, shadow spikes with heated tips surrounding the kids, aiming at vital points. "Stay there...."Lilith orders turning away. She stepped towards the Angel's, her eyes narrowed. The angels scrambled back, their eyes wide. The youngest tripped, moving back as the second eldest pulled him towards the rest of them. "Mama Lilith please! Wait!"Livia shouts reaching her trapped hand towards them, her eyes wide.

"They're just manipulated children who have been misguided when it comes to right and wrong!!" Lilith stopped, her eyes fixed on the angel children in front of her. "They just want to break free from their broken home and find a fixed one....misguidance is all they know, poor judgement is all they know! Killing them may make you feel better but doing so...MAKES YOU WORSE THAN THE ANGELS THAT HURT THEM!!"Livia yells her eyes wide, Kiara glancing over at her but I able to move. "So I'm begging you Mama Lilith....reconsider passing your judgement about them! DON'T HURT THE INNOCENT!" Lilith stepped forward, a scream of fear erupting from one of the angels. "Angels are hypocritical, always throwing one of their own under the bus, framing them and turning their backs on each other"Lilith mutters. "I am a demon, I am no angel, I don't turn my back so easily." Sniffles came from the youngest angel child, Lilith reaching towards him.

"MAMA LILITH, NO!!!!"Livia yells her eyes glowing. An explosion followed, her horn glowing as she rushed forward, putting herself between Lilith and the frightened angel kids. "I see you escaped"Lilith comments stopping for a second. Livia trembled, gripping her scythe trying to will her body to move. Her eyes darted down to her hands then up at Lilith, sweat coating her palms. A hand grabbed her shoulder, a gasp of surprise coming from her. "You're still not strong enough to beat me, Livia, you still didn't stand a chance even when I used one percentage of my power"Lilith states causing the kids eyes to widen in shock. She stepped past her and grabbed one of the angel kids causing them to turn into a human. "Unlike angels, I'm not always and everyday unnecessarily cruel"Lilith states transforming the rest of the kids to humans.

"They won't remember their lives as angels, and they'll be able to make new memories now"Lilith informs stepping away from the unconscious kids. The spikes lowered into the ground, Kuro and Kiara running over to Livia who sat on her knees trembling. "Sis..."Kuro says kneeling beside her. "Livy..."Kiara mutters looking worried. Livia coughed, nearly throwing up. Lilith stared at them then turned and walked away. "Take them back to your world, consider it a reward for standing so well against me"Lilith says. "And Livia should see a demon doctor." Kuro stayed silent, Kiara and Livia looking up at Lilith tired. Hurtis stared in surprise then diverted his gaze to the ground, looking somewhat ashamed. Lilith patted his head and walked away. "I applaud you all for challenging me...."Lilith smirked looking back at them. She turned and continued on her way, Kiara helping Livia stand up. Livia coughed, gripping her chest. "Let's get them out of here"Livia says looking at the now human kids.

@queen-of-twisted @teddymochi @zexal-club @yukii0nna @fair-night-starry-tears @writing-heiress @abyssthing198

[letthewhumpbegin]

Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom (2018)

[anotherwvba]

By Blood or By Choice pt. 6

The WVBA cafeteria was buzzing with the usual chatter and clatter of trays and utensils, the aroma of various cuisines filling the air. At one corner table, Andre Sands, The Sandman, oldest son of a living legend, sat alone, too engrossed in his phone to notice. His eyes were glued to the replay of his fight against Aran Ryan from last night. He was savoring his most recent knockout victory, the moment his fist connected with Aran's jaw, sending him sprawling to the canvas in the third round. A smirk crossed his lips as he took another bite of his steak.

A couple of young trainees hesitated near his table, their trays in hand, their eyes darting between the empty seats and Sandman’s imposing figure. Before they could even muster the courage to ask if they could sit, Sandman looked up and sneered, "Y'all think you're worthy to sit at the same table as The Sandman? Y’all just pathetic. Keep it moving, amateurs."

The trainees hurried off, their faces flushed with embarrassment. Just as Sandman was about to go back to his phone, a female voice tinged with sarcasm filled the air and broke the tension, "Wow, Andre. Real classy. Dad would be so proud."

Sandman’s head snapped around, his eyes narrowing as they met those of his younger sister, Sahara, standing with a drink in her hand, bright blue pixie cut and all. "What the hell are you doing here?" he spat out.

Unfazed and without waiting on an invitation, Sahara took the seat opposite him, setting down her drink. "I saw your fight last night. Congrats on the win, big bro. Aran Ryan ain’t no joke."

Andre leaned back in his chair, rolling his eyes. "No joke?! Please, I carried that fool to the third round. Could've starched his ass in the first if I’d wanted."

Sahara chuckled, shaking her head. "That’s bullshit, Andre, and you know it. I know a hard fight when I see one and that Irish boy pushed you hard."

Annoyed, Sandman leaned back in his chair and shot back, "You done talking nonsense? Or you got something else you wanna say before you leave?"

Sahara leaned forward, her elbows on the table, locking eyes with her brother. "You know what's really nonsense? I mean downright disgraceful? You're not in the WVBA to make your name, your tryin’ to overshadow Dad's."

Sandman leaned forward and his eyes went cold. "Listen to me, little sis. I don't give a damn what you or anyone in this family thinks. I'm The Sandman, and when I'm done, when people hear that name, they gonna think of me! Not some deadbeat old man."

A slow smile spread across Sahara's face. "You ain’t dragging Dad's name through the mud, not if I can help it."

Andre's eyes narrowed. "Well, you can’t, Sahara. Leave. Now. You don't belong here."

“Oh, I think I do.” Still smiling, Sahara reached in her pocket and tossed a card on the table in front of her brother. "You'll be seeing a lot more of me, trust me."

Curious, Sandman picked it up. His eyes widened as he read it, his grip tightening on the card.

Sahara grinned and stood up, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Let me introduce myself. The name’s Razor Sharp and I just signed my WVBA contract as a fighter in the Women's Circuit. See you around, big bro." While she turned and walked away, Sandman clenched his fists, crumpling the card in his hand. He watched his little sister leave while a slow, burning anger started building inside. Sahara… no. Razor never looked back. She’d made her point, Mister Sandman’s baby girl, the daughter of Tyrell “The Razor” Sands, was here to stay.

[hannahwatcheshorror]

THE WRATH OF BECKY (2023)

💁‍♀️Strong Female Lead

Jill Larson was a treat, loved her in The Taking of Deborah Logan, loved her in this. Lulu Wilson again was wonderful as Becky. This story was just a little too similar to the first one for me to like it that much, they sort of blurred together. Still quite a compelling story and worth watching but I sure hope they come up with something different for whatever movie comes next.

⭐⭐⭐.5

Trigger Warning Racism, War Crimes

Our movie begins with Becky exactly where Kevin James said she would be in the last film, bouncing from foster home to foster home but not landing anywhere until she turns 16 and begins living with a woman named Elena who picked her up hitchhiking. Elena is very wise and sweet to poor, orphaned Becky who still runs drills in the forest because the whole home-invasion-by-neo-nazi-thing really messed her up. Our main girl has to get a job working at a local diner and while she is there some really creepy and nasty dudes come in. They call themselves the Noble Men (NM) but they are very obviously some proud boy knock-offs. Either way they are vile human beings who hate women and they spoke disrespectfully to Becky so she “accidently” spilled some coffee in one of their laps… Anyway they decide to STALK her and break into her home that night. Fucking yikes. So they haven broken in, they are threatening her, they even hurt Diego (the dog) but Elena comes round the corner with a long gun and tells them all to leave. Well, Coffee Lap doesn’t like that one bit so he straight up shoots Elena in the head! Poor Becky is furious, she charges at the gunman but he redirects her into a wall and she gets knocked out. When she wakes up her friend and guardian is dead and her dog is gone.

Little do these fuckers know that it is not a good idea to make Becky angry. She gears up as best she can for war and uses the info she heard from the men at the diner to hunt them down. She quickly finds them and their leader Darryl but more importantly she finds their weapons cash and she stocks up even further. She calls the group of five (5) guys to tell them she is coming for her dog and this makes them send the first pathetic sap outside. He falls into a pit trap and gets his head blown off which was pretty epic. Quickly it is revealed that the Noble Men were planning an insurrection the next day and that is why the boys came to town. The one guy was just brought by his friends but was never in on any of their crazy plans, he was always a big softy (like Apex from the first movie) he tries to leave but instead his weakness is shown to Darryl who kills him. Brutal. The squirmy bad guy is given the task to go out and find the girl but instead he just hops in a car and drives away like a coward.

The redheaded woman-hater chases Becky to the barn after she shoots him in the face with a crossbow and just as she is about to chop him to bits he appeals to her humanity since he has a son. Too bad the little fuckers name is Adolf. She chops him up but then gets shot with a knockout dart and wakes up tied up. Oh no! Darryl has her and now his mom Darryl Sr. is here and she is gonna make Becky pay! Plus they threaten the dog again! But our Becky is able to undo the knots holding her, bear mace Darryl and then knife Darryl Sr. when push comes to shove she has an amazing trap set up in the woods that works perfectly on Darryl who steps in and falls into every bear trap she had set up and he dies! Back inside Becky frees Diego but Darryl Sr. is somehow still alive and kicking? Good thing Diego can put a stop to that real fast. Our movie ends with Becky becoming the youngest CIA operative and she uses her new position to hunt down the squirmy one, the one that got away, the last of the Noble Men who fucked with her, and she blows him up with a freaking bazooka. Sick nasty. Amazing. Roll credits.

-----------------------HANNAH WATCHES HORROR--------------------

[internationalinsight]

Spain Beat England To Win Euro 2024 Final With Late Oyarzabal Goal

Substitute Mikel Oyarzabal scored a dramatic late winner as Spain triumphed in Sunday's Euro 2024 final, beating England 2-1 to confirm their re-emergence as a force on the international stage and end their opponents' dreams of winning a first title in almost six decades.

Spain lost influential midfielder Rodri to injury at half-time, but shrugged that off to take the lead within two minutes of the restart through Nico Williams, who was set up by his fellow star winger, Lamine Yamal.

England came from behind as they have done so often at this Euros, as substitute Cole Palmer drove in the equaliser on 73 minutes, moments after entering the fray.

But their resurgence in the game was cut short as Oyarzabal, the Real Sociedad forward, turned in a cross in the 86th minute to hand Spain a record fourth European Championship crown, and a third in the last five editions.

They previously won in 1964, 2008 and 2012, the last two titles coming either side of their triumph at the 2010 World Cup during the golden era of Xavi Hernandez, Xabi Alonso and Andres Iniesta.

Whether this generation, led by the brilliant Yamal who was playing here a day after his 17th birthday, manage to repeat the achievements of that magnificent side remains to be seen, but theirs was a fitting victory.

Spain have been comfortably the best team over the last month in Germany and were not intimidated by the atmosphere at the Olympiastadion, where the majority of the crowd were given over to England's cause.

England had hoped to finally claim a first men's international title since their fabled victory at the 1966 World Cup, but fell just short in their first ever final on foreign soil.

After the agony of their defeat on penalties to Italy three years ago, they are the first side ever to lose back-to-back Euros finals.

Captain Harry Kane, meanwhile, is left at the age of 30 still looking for the first trophy of a career so rich in goals, this defeat coming after a season in which he also won nothing with Bayern Munich.

It was always likely that Spain would control this game, and England spent most of the first half chasing the ball.

Spain controlled the game from the off, but it took until stoppage time at the end of the first half for either team to manage a shot on target, with Phil Foden's effort from a Declan Rice free-kick delivery being easily saved by goalkeeper Unai Simon.

But it was just before that in which Rodri hurt himself, sliding into teammate Aymeric Laporte on the follow-through as he blocked a Kane shot.

Spain's outstanding holding midfielder was unable to continue, and made way for Martin Zubimendi at the restart.

It felt like the loss of such a presence in the middle of the park could completely throw Spain off course, and yet they wasted no time in opening the scoring.

England were braced for the danger to come from Spain's two wingers, and it was they who combined for the goal, as Yamal collected a Dani Carvajal pass and darted inside.

He released a pass for Williams, who scored with a controlled, low first-time shot across Jordan Pickford and into the far corner.

England would now need to come from behind, but then again that was exactly what they had done in each of their three previous knockout games.

Southgate took off his talisman Kane on the hour mark and sent on Ollie Watkins, a repeat of the substitution that won the semi-final against the Netherlands.

Spain had chances to increase their lead and their fans began to greet every successful pass with an 'ole', as Southgate tried to turn the tide by sending on Palmer for Kobbie Mainoo.

[unitedventurez]

Spain Beat England To Win Euro 2024 Final With Late Oyarzabal Goal

Substitute Mikel Oyarzabal scored a dramatic late winner as Spain triumphed in Sunday’s Euro 2024 final, beating England 2–1 to confirm their re-emergence as a force on the international stage and end their opponents’ dreams of winning a first title in almost six decades.

Spain lost influential midfielder Rodri to injury at half-time, but shrugged that off to take the lead within two minutes of the restart through Nico Williams, who was set up by his fellow star winger, Lamine Yamal.

England came from behind as they have done so often at this Euros, as substitute Cole Palmer drove in the equaliser on 73 minutes, moments after entering the fray.

But their resurgence in the game was cut short as Oyarzabal, the Real Sociedad forward, turned in a cross in the 86th minute to hand Spain a record fourth European Championship crown, and a third in the last five editions.

They previously won in 1964, 2008 and 2012, the last two titles coming either side of their triumph at the 2010 World Cup during the golden era of Xavi Hernandez, Xabi Alonso and Andres Iniesta.

Whether this generation, led by the brilliant Yamal who was playing here a day after his 17th birthday, manage to repeat the achievements of that magnificent side remains to be seen, but theirs was a fitting victory.

Spain have been comfortably the best team over the last month in Germany and were not intimidated by the atmosphere at the Olympiastadion, where the majority of the crowd were given over to England’s cause.

England had hoped to finally claim a first men’s international title since their fabled victory at the 1966 World Cup, but fell just short in their first ever final on foreign soil.

After the agony of their defeat on penalties to Italy three years ago, they are the first side ever to lose back-to-back Euros finals.

Captain Harry Kane, meanwhile, is left at the age of 30 still looking for the first trophy of a career so rich in goals, this defeat coming after a season in which he also won nothing with Bayern Munich.

It was always likely that Spain would control this game, and England spent most of the first half chasing the ball.

Spain controlled the game from the off, but it took until stoppage time at the end of the first half for either team to manage a shot on target, with Phil Foden’s effort from a Declan Rice free-kick delivery being easily saved by goalkeeper Unai Simon.

But it was just before that in which Rodri hurt himself, sliding into teammate Aymeric Laporte on the follow-through as he blocked a Kane shot.

Spain’s outstanding holding midfielder was unable to continue, and made way for Martin Zubimendi at the restart.

It felt like the loss of such a presence in the middle of the park could completely throw Spain off course, and yet they wasted no time in opening the scoring.

England were braced for the danger to come from Spain’s two wingers, and it was they who combined for the goal, as Yamal collected a Dani Carvajal pass and darted inside.

He released a pass for Williams, who scored with a controlled, low first-time shot across Jordan Pickford and into the far corner.

England would now need to come from behind, but then again that was exactly what they had done in each of their three previous knockout games.

Southgate took off his talisman Kane on the hour mark and sent on Ollie Watkins, a repeat of the substitution that won the semi-final against the Netherlands.

Spain had chances to increase their lead and their fans began to greet every successful pass with an ‘ole’, as Southgate tried to turn the tide by sending on Palmer for Kobbie Mainoo.

Within three minutes England were level as Bukayo Saka’s ball in from the right was laid off by Jude Bellingham for Palmer, who found the net from range with a low first-time effort into the corner.

However, Spain grabbed the winner with four minutes to go thanks to their own super-sub.

Oyarzabal played the ball out to Marc Cucurella on the left before racing into the middle to turn his teammate’s low cross into the net, staying just onside in the process.

Spain then held on, although only after a vital clearance off the line from Dani Olmo to deny Marc Guehi at the death.

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Spain Clinches Euro 2024 Title with Last-Minute 2-1 Victory Over England

Substitute Mikel Oyarzabal scored a dramatic late winner as Spain triumphed in the Euro 2024 final on Sunday, beating England 2–1 to re-establish themselves as a powerhouse on the international stage, ending England’s dream of securing their first title in nearly six decades.

England, as they had done throughout the tournament, came from behind when substitute Cole Palmer scored the equalizer in the 73rd minute, shortly after entering the game.

However, England’s resurgence was halted when Oyarzabal, the Real Sociedad forward, converted a cross in the 86th minute, securing Spain’s fourth European Championship and their third in the last five editions. Spain had previously won in 1964, 2008, and 2012, with the latter two titles bookending their 2010 World Cup victory during the golden era of Xavi Hernandez, Xabi Alonso, and Andres Iniesta.

While it remains to be seen if this generation, led by the brilliant Yamal who played just a day after his 17th birthday, can replicate the achievements of their predecessors, their victory was well-deserved.

Spain was the standout team throughout the tournament in Germany and remained unfazed by the predominantly pro-England crowd at the Olympiastadion.

England had hoped to secure their first men’s international title since their historic 1966 World Cup win but fell just short in their first-ever final on foreign soil. Following their penalty shootout defeat to Italy three years ago, they became the first team to lose back-to-back Euros finals.

Spain Overcome Rodri Injury

Spain dominated the game from the start, with England spending most of the first half chasing the ball. Neither team managed a shot on target until stoppage time at the end of the first half when Phil Foden’s effort from a Declan Rice free-kick was easily saved by goalkeeper Unai Simon.

Rodri’s injury occurred just before this, as he collided with teammate Aymeric Laporte while blocking a Kane shot. Spain’s standout holding midfielder was replaced by Martin Zubimendi at the restart.

Despite the potential disruption from Rodri’s absence, Spain quickly opened the scoring. Yamal, collecting a Dani Carvajal pass, darted inside and set up Williams, who scored with a low first-time shot across Jordan Pickford into the far corner.

England, needing to come from behind as they had in their previous knockout games, saw Southgate substitute Kane for Ollie Watkins, replicating the semi-final strategy against the Netherlands. Spain had opportunities to extend their lead, prompting their fans to chant ‘ole’ with each successful pass.

Southgate introduced Palmer for Kobbie Mainoo in an attempt to shift the momentum. Within three minutes, England equalized when Bukayo Saka’s cross was laid off by Jude Bellingham for Palmer, who scored with a low first-time shot.

Spain’s winner came four minutes from time, thanks to their super-sub Oyarzabal. He passed to Marc Cucurella on the left before racing into the middle to convert his teammate’s low cross, staying just onside.

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