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[ihatebrainstorm]

[Children]

Made this after my Earth Wars game glitched a while ago during the dialogue and Tarn showed up as a tiny little guy

The original dialogue:

[dapayeora]

skywarp nightraven has a very questionable mark on his wing

[toyotacorolla2008]

[c-haku]

Starscream + Hook (TFEW Fun Novel 2/2)

Stunned by Starscream's childish response and reclaiming his raised electronic pad of Cybertron language, Hook was retracing his past medical records.

"Oh, now I remember. that there was another honorable casualty like you."

Although it was originally confidential in terms of patient information, Hook told it with the intention of remonstrating. A short time later, the wing treatment is over and the silent Starscream is turning away, perhaps unchaste.In the plain treatment room was a poster of a man who was a decepticon leader. Hook points to it.

"That Megatron. Records show he wanted to leave a scratch, a medal of honor he suffered there after his fight against Optimus Prime." "In fact, our ruler was a scandalous perversion. Day of new and old changes is nearing." After rolling over on the examination table, Starscream raises the corners of his mouth and moves the wing module in a fluttering motion.

"You're pretty defenseless. You want to be dissected." "You saw through each other's blueprints," Perhaps he had picked up the posters he had pasted in the past from a storage room in the treatment room, and he was gaining momentum to fly a handcraft. "That's not the intention. It's just for technical research. After all, my side of the story is …" "I know. That's such a blatant story. Megatron is the usual way of politicizing the damage done by Autobot heroes to fuel the Decepticons. " There were some teasing overtones, but Starscream seems to be more into a private grudge against Megatron.

"…… That's fine as long as we go back."

Hook, who had exactly the same intentions as Starscream, asked Megatron what he really meant by leaving a scar, and he remembered that the expression on his face remained the same, but with an emotional tone that was harder to name than it appeared.

Megatron has the command to drive the masses skillfully through passionate, well-reasoned speech and action. In distant times and in different time horizons, he would be regarded as a hero and criticized as a madman. But the only thing that makes Hook think that when facing Optimus Prime, he is sleeping on a different pathos than his vulgar hatred. ―Because no one knew the ultimate purpose of Megatron, for better or worse, he was in danger of choosing with great ease even an outcome that would betray the future of the Decepticons. Eventually, if either Megatron or Optimus falls, the interstellar war will end. Hook doesn't want to lose a laboratory where he can test his scientific prowess, and by extension, the Decepticons' warmongers. Perhaps because of such vague uneasiness, there are a certain number of people who secretly ridicule the ambitious Starscream and support him as an extremist. Perhaps because of such vague uneasiness, there are a certain number of people who secretly ridicule the ambitious Starscream and support him as an extremist.

"Starscream, you keep failing him. Why don't you run head-on for a change?" "Military doctor recommends casual suicide? That's the end of life Decepticon." "I thought it was a brilliant idea to take you by surprise. Megatron has a surprisingly low chance of winning a fist fight with Optimus Prime. "

Starscream shrugs his shoulders at Hook's seriously rotten remarks without even thinking about it.

It was obvious, however, that where Starscream showed unparalleled bravado, his Destructor Majesty would not temper.

Later, someone stumbled open the door of the treatment room.

There, a brightly colored tube breaks, energon drips down, and Starscream restrains his bare arm of the driving system.

A haphazardly prolonged voice calls for a medic.

"Hook,hook,HOOK! Situation has worsened―!"

END

[immortal-cataclysm]

It's obv not fair to criticize a series with only it's first ever episode released n more to come, but from first impressions,, idk stampede as an episode was fun the animation n colors FUCKED but story wise it's a bit of a mess(I'm gonna ramble so uh. More under the cut.) Also a fan of the char redesings they all look so bland now. Why is wolfwood white n doesn't have his regular nose 😭

😭like WHY do they show his backstory Inmidietky ad the episode starts????! That's so weird n really fcuks up the flow of the story tbh,, as someone who's only watched the 90s anime it was always a "wtf is wrong with this guy" and then "OH. OH SO THATS WHAT WRONG" moment when you finally got to the vash:s backstory but now it's inmidietky handed to u n the payoff n suspense is,,, gone.

And also DAMM that episode goes by fast. I was sure that the moment where vash first meets w Meryl n Roberto was like, firs tfew minutes of the EP (i lost connection n had to go back to where i was) and it's like , nearly middle of the whole thing??? The pace is def going fast AF like bro slow down 😭 legit i think the EP (n maybe series as a whole going forward) would have simply benefitted by just... Cutting the whole backstory at the beginning. It doesn't make much sense to have it there. Not knowing what vash is brings more intrigue n interest to his char , and it's just. A more smarter move lmao.

And it's just,,, idk, how would go by this from a cleans slate? As someone who knows nothing of trigun, first getting to know these chars? Sure it's a new story but the fact it's only gonna be 12 eps and DEF not gonna get enough time to flesh out all the things it needs is just 😓 idk, mp100 only had 12 eps but it also had 3 seasons and even still, in those seasons by themselves they told a concise story and nothing ever really felt like it rushed u from place to place... Like imagine if they inmidietky opened mp100 w the flashback of mob attacking those teenage bullies n hurting Ritsu or smth 😭 that would ruin the feel of the story, don't u think? Ghhh idk

[crowncorvidae]

Hello!! I’m twilight~

[uptheantares]

Hi, I’m Twilight!~

[crowncorvidaecosplay]

Hi my names Twlight~

The teifling bard from the fantastic podcast @tfew which everyone should deff check out btw!!

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[autobuttonsanddeceptistitches]

Do a little Dance

Hey guys, sorry I’ve been quiet lately, just been giving myself some time to get better emotionally. Due to what’s going on in Earth Wars, I decided to start working on Hellbat, as he’s my favorite character in Victory. Hopefully he’ll be done sometime this week as this is one of my smaller hoops. I hope things are going well for all of you!

[tfewcomic]

[dapayeora]

I think Kickback looks so cool in Earth Wars especially his character icon and his stupid sexy straight metal wings are so cute

Insecticons are all very cute and special but I really like Kickback in Earth Wars okay I just wanted to say that

[tabletopfortheendoftheworld]

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[ideadumpingground]

What You Left Behind

This is a small idea I had both for an OC and a fanfic in the universe of TFEW! TFEW is an amazing DnD podcast that does not only have a phenomenal DnD story, but a meta story that takes place in a post-apocalyptic world. Thus, we have this little idea taking place in their meta universe <3

There it was again. The sound of something large moving through the air; the rushing wind; the beating propellers. Around and around it goes with its heavy weight only supported by those endlessly spinning blades. One mistake, and you are dead. One mistake and its lifeless eye glows red, pulsating, its weapons whirring as they power up. Within just a few seconds, all that you had ever been, all that anyone could ever be, was turned into gore, into a red smear on the dark, cracked ground below. All that was left was the silence, the echoing emptiness of a life lost and meanwhile that horrible drone just kept going as if nothing at all had happened. As if nothing was missing. 

Once upon a time, he had seen it happen. Hell, the noise, the strawking noise so piercing, so painful in its suddenness. Worst of it all had been the silence following it. Worst of all had been the silence, and the implications of it. That day he had lost his best friend, his one companion, his light in the dark, cruel world that he now found himself in. After that, he was alone again. Only, loneliness had never been that heavy.

At first, he had simply tried to just go on, remember the words his brother had told him so many times before; the promises they had given each other; the words of love and deep, tender care. How many times had he not promised him that if either of them passed, if an accident happened, the other would continue on? How many times had he not asked him to promise the same and the relief when he did? Never had he thought that his brother would be the one to go first. Never had he realised how much his presence meant to him.

Perhaps, it was the fact that the two of them had gotten out of True Reality together. They were side by side when they unplugged, side by side when they realised what hid beneath the sleek, beautiful world that True Reality tried to be was a horror beyond comprehension. If he was honest with himself, when his brother first brought up the idea of a darkness hidden beneath it all, he had not believed it. Before the horror that the lies he had been fed was, all he had been able to do was dismiss it. After all, with so many hours of endless entertainment; how could he ever think that it was a bad thing? There was no way. Now in hindsight, however, he knew that when his companion first brought forth the idea, there had never been a doubt in his mind. He had just been scared, that was all. Terrified.

And here he was again, terrified once more.

Above him, the sound of the drone slowly drifted away, leaving behind only the creaking of the metal, the sound of sand drifting in from the crack in the door. Luckily enough for him, those drones had not found him yet. After the accident, there was no way he could bring himself to go back to the home he once shared with his brother, to the bunker that they had first found together after they fled from the horrifying lie that True Reality was. Together they had made a home, but a home now lost to the silence that always followed death. Instead, he had found a new place in a strange building that reminded him a bit of the 4D cinemas in True Reality. It was nothing in comparison to what code could do to the human brain, but the big hall; the empty chairs; the high ceiling; it was all beautiful in a way that he had never seen before.

There is beauty in everything, even in this destroyed world

Those words still filled his heart to this day. After hearing it repeated over and over again like some sort of a mantra by his brother, it was stuck. Some nights when the sound of distant bombs, when the screaming became too much, he had heard his brother whisper it over, and over again into the dark, cramped space. Now, he found himself thinking about them more than he ever thought he would. After all, his brother had been right, had he not? For months after his brother's death, he lost himself more and more to the sound of the drone, to the creaking of the metal that surrounded him, to the endless supply-runs and the memory of blood that they all brought back to him. No longer did he feel like himself, feel human at all. He felt more akin to the drone outside, to its mechanical, endless cycle, than the humanity that once made him unplugged. Now, he knew that he had been losing himself. He knew that he had stood before a drop so terrifying in its implications, and at the time he had almost been blind to it.

Until, he one day stumbled upon something he never thought he would feel again - humanity. At first, as he changed the channels of his radio just to listen to static rather than the ever creaking metal, he had thought nothing of it when the static was replaced with voices. Unaware of it all, he had merely stopped endlessly changing, and stopped to listen. Eventually, he never changed the channel again. Instead, all he could do was wait. All he could do was wait for those voices to return. It was about that time that he realised what it all was. Those voices on the radio, on the broadcast, they were human. They were so painfully, beautifully human. All those months, he had always avoided Robyn, and now he had found something else. Someone else.

There is beauty in everything

Yes. No matter how dark things were, how lonely he became, the fact was undeniable. There was a beauty in everything. There was always something beautiful to find, if one just opened themselves up to listening. In the end, they were what saved him, he knew that all too well. For so long, he had felt as if there was nothing left, nothing at all left in this cruel world, but then he found it again. Hope entered his heart once more as he listened to the confirmation that there were indeed people outside of True Reality that still lived, that still laughed, that still loved, that joked, that played. And he listened. Week after week after week, he listened. Together with those strangers, he laughed quietly for the first time since the loss of his brother. He cried, but they were no longer tears of desperate hopelessness, but of emotions he had been void of for so long. In their voices, in their stories, he found hope, he found strength, he found determination. As their voices filled his heart with hope, his conviction grew.

There was no way he would let himself sit there forever, no way he could let his brother's memory die with him. If there were people out there fighting, out there living, he wanted to find them, he wanted to join them, needed to. Thus, he had packed the backpack that now stood leaning against his leg where he was seated in front of his radio. Everything he could possibly need was therein; food and water to last weeks, a torch, a knife, clothes, a portable radio with headphones that he had somehow managed to find after weeks of searching, and the drawing he had made of his brother. All was ready for departure and his heart was hammering in his chest, its beats sending shivers of anticipation through his body, filling him with a nervous energy that made him almost tremble. Yet, he remained calm, remained strong, remained sure. Soon, he knew they would come on once more. They were his signal. They were his hope. The drone was long gone, and now was a better chance than ever.

The radio filled with a stronger static, its white noise a melody he was long used to, but he could hear the familiar tones, the familiar ways that always came before a broadcast. His grip of his backpack grew tighter as he took a deep breath.

"My name is Saga" he began whispering to himself, his voice hoarse from months without speaking, from his isolation, yet strong with a conviction that finally stilled that hammering heart of his even as it broke. For a moment, he merely breathed, before he cleared his voice and continued speaking in a hushed, quiet voice. "My name is Saga and my brother's name was Anders. This is the day I’ll finally try to find people again” the more he spoke, the more he felt the strength course through him, could hear his voice grow stronger, steadier. “I will join their cause against Portablyat. I’ll fight for a better future, for Anders, for everyone that have died at the hands of those monsters.”

“I-I know none of you can hear me, but I'm coming to join you” his voice grew into a whisper once more, though a small smile played on his lips, a weak one cracked by months of pain. “I don't know where you are, or how even to find you, but Strawk! I will find you! Kevin, Mitch, Jemarc, Manny. Thank you for showing me that there is still love in this broken world. Thank you for reminding me that I can’t give up"

Tears were welling up in his eyes, his heart heavy with the loss of his brother, but light with a hope that made him smile even as his eyes stung, even as the cold, salty tears were rolling down his cheeks. In front of him, the radio made a scratching sound once more before he heard their voices, their familiar voices that had told him stories of three characters that found companionship in each other despite their circumstances, that found hope even as they were in literal Hell. Again, he could hear their laughing voices, and his heart filled with a calm, with a steadiness he had not felt for a long, long time. Yes. Somehow, he was going to find them, he was going to join them, and they were all going to survive.

There was always beauty, even in this broken world, and Saga had found beauty in a tale told by friends. On the radio, Mitch finally spoke the words that Saga loved to hear, and with them, he hoisted up his backpack on his shoulders. With another steadying breath, he dried the remnants of tears on his cheeks, and looked at the radio one final time.

"So, are you guys ready to play?" Mitch asked his friends as Saga left his bunker to join the fight for freedom.

[c-haku]

Starscream + Hook

(TFEW Fun Novel 1/2)

‡!‡ PAINS OF HONOR ‡!‡

-1-

There are flickering banners of evil in the smoke plume.

Even that day, the Decepticon defense base was filled with loud driving noises. Many soldiers, both healthy and sick, are driven by constant mobilization.

In the midst of all this, something came roaring out of the command room with a resounding roar.

Some of the soldiers looked on in complete ignorance, but some of the breathless soldiers turned to the direction of the strange event. It was in the direction of the command room. In another section that has been hit by stray bullets like a shiden, you can hear yelling, "Again."

There is only about one person who dares to touch the wrath of the petulant tyrant of the Decepticon seated in the command room.

The red and blue aircraft, which failed to make a full transformation in an attempt to escape quickly, licks the earth and makes a fawning sound in front of the superior white iron fuselage. The identity of the escaping aircraft is Starscream. It was filled by Megatron, which had the advantage of the field.

"The command center I had so desperately repaired …… It looks like a porous lunar surface because of you, Master Megatron." "Starscream, you're so lucky fellow. Is that all there is to the will?" "Hehe, What a shame. He says he has no intention of dying before you." Starscream stands up flickering like a vanishing mirage, but his back crouches unexpectedly due to a black-smoking balancer malfunction.

"―Well, I understand. It is better to DIE GRACEFULLY." In a few moments, Starscream, spitting on a fate that would turn him into dust in the air, stares at the fusion cannon that has grazed his nose. "I can't believe the days when you left the gun barrel to me now."

Starscream tried to shake the tyrant's heart, if only slightly― Megatron, pointed at the muzzle, approaches from close range without moving his crimson eyes. "You are the king of decepticons, Sir Megatron. Why don't you take a long vacation for a change? You don't have to go back as it is, if you like." At the end of his transformation, Starscream had an ulterior motive. However, he never stopped giving up and giving up. Megatron, about to make a mute decision, relentlessly opens his mouth. "Bah. There are talking scraps that are no match for even a transform. There is no need for concern. If it weren't for you, this Decepticon would be a little more peaceful."

Shockwave nodded coolly as he watched the brief episode.

"I had 30 cycles against Megatron, he said. Finally, I will honor his last moments. …… But, we've lost 30 cycles of finite time. "

The ruthless monocular doesn't become anything but sentimental, and it hurtles back to the communications room.

The Soundwave, observing the war situation, then adds "20 of those cycles were mostly just flying around. In short, the uncouth battle is hard to watch. " Soundwave that uses both public and private tones. The cassettron condor that perched on his shoulder also seemed to be chirping mockingly.

"Don't tell everyone, the cold-blooded junk staff will come out in disguise, so remember now!! Soundwaves, condors, especially the――"

Thus. Without waiting for the lines that make the world of Starscream fleeting, a barrel mercilessly smirking is shot. The speed of light brought the vanity clown's play to an end. Starscream's consciousness diffuses and is forced to shut down. until he fell into a golden sleep and resurfaced in another dizzying universe.

-2- No dawn for the bad guys

*Wake up golden sleep*

Bad-taste goes off in the brain. Suddenly I saw an old-fashioned line of Cybertron in the back of Starscream's dormant drive.

*WAKE UP*

It's been a long time since I left the Autobot army myself, but even in a deep sleep, the "Call of Mother" deep in the chain of command carved into its memory seems to be one that won't shut up.Starscream gently wakes up, feeling the pulse of the self-conscious spark again as the red curtain rises.

The loss of airplanes like the one above was not enough once or twice. Therefore, his meager fortune is at best a near-death experience.

Nothing had been left to the dual personality-like boombox or the monocular, which would not seem to be running the same oil.

To mention the fact that Starscream, who was on the run at the time, had run out of calculations, he took advantage of the fact that Megatron's fused canon cannons were used only a limited number of times and could not always be stopped at maximum power.

Perhaps not long after that, the plane had not decayed and it was not a dark morgue surrounded by wreckage. It is, for example, a projection room of memories. The spark that is the body remembers the event, even though the plane is nothing more than a terminal. Even as the consciousness filled with the shock of death closed, the memory circuit continued to accumulate the cyber-images it unconsciously captured.

Particularly impressive Memory :

It was that Megatron, whom he abhorred, did not swear or even give an eye to the accidental death during Starscream―suspended animation. Just sitting on a throne of alloy iron, with his heavy legs crossed, he stared down at the flamboyant soldiers. Soldiers on the sidelines began repairing the command room in a vacuum of murderous intent.

Short time later, the condor is pecking away at the shattered pieces as if to add to the bombarded Starscream junk.

Further down the log, I could still see Hook occasionally muttering, "As tenacious as an underground channel intron, "as he picked the scattered parts of the damaged Starscream at his fingertips, agonizing as a puzzle piece.Leaving aside the recollections that disappear like unrealized dreams, where would this place be if it weren't for junk?

As Starscream sat up with the creaking sensation of his finally coalesced body, he thought wishfully. But there was something about the rebooted thoughts that surged in as if they had been impeded by jamming. Like the terrible dizziness and vomiting of my first interstellar flight when I was a private―for a time I felt a hunger for life-sustaining energon.

"…… Hmm, Hook. talk straight to the point. Where is Megatron's guy? "

Hook looked back as he carved through what appeared to be a red wreckage of his adversary, an Autobot, in a modest, minimally powered treatment room.

"You woke up three megacycles too late. If you're Megatron, you're off to a strategy meeting."The set of medical tools is neatly arranged. Rather than catch sight of it, the smell sensor was tickled by a strange smell emanating from the remains of the Autobot, a mixture of burned energon, waste oil and decaying alloy.

"Hook――GIVE ME ENERGON. It's not that kind of dirt, it's a brand new guy. And ventilate while you're at it." "There lot of orders. Was it that delicate, Starscream?" "You want that dominant hand broken right now?" "This the one who reassembled the ruined General Staff body parts that had been reduced to scrap." "Then I'll convert that hand into something more usable. It's like high-grade plating that can withstand real space for a long time―" "Decline."

Hook, who is both a medic and an engineer, interrupts a watered demolition job, I took off my gloves, wet with Energon's blood. Starscream places the Energon recovery pack on the awake examining table. In the meantime, Starscream magnifies the sharp visual sensors characteristic of aviation. Most of the parts here and there in the body of the red Autobot have been stripped away, so it's impossible to read correctly from form to gender. It's not clear if it was due to death before or after his death, but the autobot was leaking.Not as much as the shock waves and soundwaves of my eccentric colleagues,

Looking into the body, Starscream thinks it would be a shame if the wreck was an Autobot woman.

"According to Megatron's satellite feed, we were notified that the defeated Autobot soldiers would be executed soon. What a sight to see. If you stay healthy and original, you get good material." Hook, who said so matter-of-factly, tried to pass by Starscream, but the exit was blocked by his suddenly lifted, tough legs. "That would be convenient." "Get out of the way." Hook tried to push away. "Ask him, stubborn man. That is, there is no one at Decepticon Base. Great new leader as a truism, even I. That's more kind advice than me. Megatron is destroyed without a trace, except for the strong enemy he admits. There's no entertainment in ex-gladiator." Starscream, his face rolled up with exaggerated translation, arrogantly puts his hand to his waist and lowers his legs, which had blocked his way. "Then why did you survive, Starscream? You should think about this."

Needless to say. Because his remaining original self was no match for Megatron -- something Starscream, who kept quiet out of self-respect, interpreted favorably as an opportunity to make a comeback. Then I change the subject.

"More important duty than execution, Glenn. Who allowed this half-hearted repair that is not like you?" With that rebuke, he sat down on a steel table before Hook, the hygienist, refused.

At first glance, Starscream appeared to be acting nimbly, but deep lacerations can be seen in his flight pits and wings as he was exposed to pale indirect lighting. "Then rest. I'll gladly treat you, even if it's a non-combat injury." Starscream said to Hook, who seemed taken aback. "This is an honorable injury. I'm afraid I'm not good at being quiet."

With the repair tools in hand, Hook, in a lukewarm reply, looked out at the cracked cockpit and the damage to the upper wing pointed to by a nimbly tilted Starscream.

"Fortunately, it doesn't seem to be getting serious. At this level, the repair materials we have now will do." "I see. Let it be." Hook touches the wing of Starscream and a well-formed eyebrow comes in.

"Make it quick,"

Hook once approached Starscream with a renovation to improve its durability, but Starscream himself seemed uncomfortable with the act of being touched by its vaunted aircraft.Factional strife is a daily decepticon, but it's a miracle it doesn't get serious anymore.

The evil army Decepticons who crush the strong and crush the weak. While not particularly strict about the hierarchy―thanks to a change of top management at every turn―Hook would like to pay some respect to his inherent recklessness and excessive chatter before referring to one of the Decepticon's top executives, Starscream, as an aviation aide.

Still, he's only interested in Starscream as a one-patient guy because he can brush up on quick fixes and get an aviation-style technical system. More to the point, within the realm of Decepticon powers, where there are no small number of savage temperaments, Starscream was one of the few jokers' regulars' . Although Hook has seen a variety of soldiers in the interstellar wars between the Cybertrons, he is now the only one who can be called a talkative old hand in the short-lived air force. On the other hand, even Starscream, who at first cursed at the unaccustomed pain of repair, is visiting, perhaps because of his higher injury rate than before, and partly because of Hook's incomparable suture hand, which is less painful. The war-worn coating techniques of airframes, as well as the microscopic frame-distortion of the transform-driven race, would endure later.

"As one would expect from an aviation staff. Let's admit we're at least number one in injury rate. Live well every time." "Besides, your electronic medical record has accumulated a lot. You'll be bored during the treatment. Shall I look it over?"

"…… That sounds interesting," Starscream muttered, "I knew I could lend it," He snatched the electronic PAD from Hook, who looked up unexpectedly. "Hey, what the heck is this ―my drawing!?" Starscream unintentionally opens his eyes. "Come on, Hook. I know you love me on Good Night, but this is bad taste. " ―Good Night? Hook tilts his head. "Don't be too proud of yourself. That's a patient X-ray I transcribed while in sleep mode. " He said, with a look of innocence. "I don't know! Show me your plans, too. If it's a patient list, I guess they have Megatron data as well. I know the weakness and exploit it." Starscream distorts his bright red eyes at Hook's joking behavior, which makes him so hard to believe.

"No, Megatron's information is top secret. After all, he has a lot of secrets. If you insist, one of the weaknesses is you." "Ah―? I just closed my hearing circuit and couldn't hear. I was out in the air as soon as I could, and the barrel of my gun was aching. " He threatens to make it look dark, but Hook is nonchalant. "I see. Is that why you don't listen to people." With a restorative laser scalpel in hand, Hook slightly gouged out the pain nerves inside Starscream's wings.

"TUNK" "AAAAAAAH!?"

Afterward, the sound of bitter anguish reverberates.

To be continued Part 2