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[magicratfingers]

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[transingthoseformers]

Optimus is absolutely fascinated by his "prize" and recognizes an Outlier ability, commenting Megatron always did collect them, and having Ratchet install an inhibitor collar. He doesn't want Tarn silent, just temporarily neutered.

Cue Tarn raging at being denied Megatron again while Optimus attempts to court the Decepticon in the attic. One who keeps destroying his tributes and is very, very different from the Decepticons he knows. And much more intriguing for it.

They fight and every biting word and blow, vicious threat and attack on his staff, just makes Optimus more besotted.

Tarn meanwhile is stalking around like a caged lion and calms down enough to realize he is caught temporarily.

There's a lot of psychological manipulation and back and forth between them and Optimus trying to "ease" Tarn into the Autobots only to find he fits in great. The SG Autobots love Tarn.

Jazz takes him for the day to help with "interrogations" and inside the cell is one of same Decepticons that Tarn had hunted in his previous life. The one who'd betrayed the Waves location. The Autobots don't expect much from him, but the Prime said to "let him play".

Tarn is relieved to have some stress relief and was always bitter this hunt got cut short.

He gives them a full DJD treatment.

Jazz and the others are impressed. They tell Optimus he has their full approval. Other members of Autobot High Command take Tarn out at different times because Optimus is "busy" which annoys him giving he is being held hostage but he is keeping an eye out.

This is the vaguest part but basically Optimus is teasing Tarn now because he went from OP being constantly there to never seeing him and only dealing with others.

It is testing how he fits with his Autobots while making sure Tarn thinks of him.

If anyone challenges him he is permitted to physically fight. Something he discovers during a Iromhide Day when Hot Rod picks a fight and only Ultra Magnus's interference and Optimus showing up and distracting Tarn saves his plating.

Optimus and Tarn have a Evil Moment in front of everyone and Optimus saunters off leaving Ironhide snorting and Tarn bristling very much not self aware enough to recognize the obvious flirtation.

Jazz, strangely, becomes one of his favorite Autobots.

Tarn in turn is noticing the Autobots and how their philosophies align though the obviously need some refinement. Tarn has opinions about the Autobots and a lot of it circles around a lack of discipline, organization, and management. He calls the "indulgent wretches"

Optimus actually shows up and they have more tension moments over a drink, some music, and talking. Tarn accuses him of being directionless and criticizes him. Optimus asks what he would do and Tarn gives a basic outline of his dreams for the former Decepticons and Optimus is very, very into this because he is bored and unchallenged and the Decepticons are annoying but not a threat to his rule and his Autobots are scattered and unfocused biting back at each other.

He ends the night calling Tarn "beautiful" and this is one of the first of many "date nights" in which Optimus pays for time with some luxury Tarn wanted.

A lot of it involves Tarn criticizing him and eventually discussing his own world and the differences in histories here and Optimus biting back about Tarn's own leader's failures which make him instinctively bristle but accept and Optimus sees that utter loyalty and devotion and wants it. Loyalty is a very precious commodity and he thinks Tarn's former lord is the greatest fool to abandon it and tells Tarn as much and how he wouldn't have ever wasted such a gift.

Tarn does not swoon but has some interesting dreams that mix his own time with Orion Pax and memories of Megatron with SG Optimus.

Optimus is very focused on courting a proper "Evil Queen"/Lady Macbeth who can give him the kick in the aft to be a proper conquering Warlord not someone who sits on his laurels and the rest of the Autobots approve.

Of course he would

SG Optimus's method of seduction is the same as [Fractured Reflections], because yes we all agree that SG Optimus is just. Shit at flirting, and seriously thinks this is a good idea. BL Tarn is seething, of course.

These two are both trying to get one over on each other offffff course they are

He never expected to be anyone's idol, but he is. He has unknowingly enraptured then via his techniques and personality, and many are following him around like goddamn puppy dogs.

BL Tarn: "I can fix them AND make them worse."

Of course he gives him advice, like Tarn my guy that's your concern here??

They are so horrible and perfect for each other

[thebindingofpillo]

Please king I will allow you to decide I beg for more Cain and Lilith stuff please I beg 🙏❤️

Lilith gives him a comforting rub while Cain deals with his leg.

I know phantom pain wasn’t actually a prompt but I had this thought and I needed to get it out. I think it’s sweet.

[youeverjustmarryabountyhunter]

Guess who wrote a prologue for the fix it au(Fix it fic? Am I writing a fic? Prologue implies a fic to follow so who knows at this point. I'm making things up as I go, you're welcome.)

Trigger Warnings!: Non-Consensual drugging, kidnapping/captivity, mentions of threats to children, mentions of child abuse, mentions of enslavement and child soldiers (cannon typical for clone wars tbh), mentions of starvation (I think it's only one line but just to be sure!), mentions of children/infant death (not graphic! No description at all really just Jango mentioning his grief over it so I guess the warning would be grieving the death of children?)

Mando'a translations at the end^^

Prologue:

Jango wants to go home. He repeats it in his mind as he hits the ground running and even though his thoughts echo that he doesn't have one, he keeps running and he doesn't stop. They'll catch him.

They'll catch him and he knows they will because they have before but Jango won't stop because he'll be damned if he's kept here like some lapdog on a leash. He'll be damned if he'll let them use him to make child soldiers. 

They'll catch him. The thought hammers into him even as his vision starts to gray and it blurs around the edges like it always does when he gets close to the edge. He doesn't stop running. Not until his feet start to slip out from under him, not until his face collides with the cold, white, durasteel of the floor paneling. They've caught him and when he comes to he'll be a in white, cold room with looming walls that haunt him everytime he closes his eyes and a persistent guilt in his stomach that says "it's all your fault." He's starting to think it might be. 

The world goes black and when he wakes up, it's to stark white walls that burn his eyes and leave a pounding headache behind his skull. He's exhausted and his limbs ache in a way that he can't simply chalk up to getting older. He does it again, and again, and again and in the back of his mind he wonders how long it'll be before he stops running.

Not long, apparently. It only takes 3 more attempts before they drag him down to the lab like the first few week. He's not kicking and screaming when they do, if only because they'd jabbed him with a needle and made him too loopy to fight it. 

His visions cleared some now, enough to make him weak in the knees and his stomach twist in utter disgust and bile rise thick in his throat. 

He's going to be sick. Or would be if there was anything left in him. 

"Your clones are coming along wonderfully, Mr.Fett."

He hates them. Hates their stupid monotone voices, void of any emotion. Hates that they talk to him as if he wanted this. Like this was his plan. Hates that they've taken him and made children. Sentient little beings that they plan to enslave and run ragged. 

Demagolka

The ik’aade-

…his ik’aade? 

His ik’aade are so little. Tiny little forms only just beginning. Floating in- in disgustingly cold and sterilized machinery. There's something so awfully unnatural about it all that makes him physically recoil, sick to the stomach. There were so many. 

He'd wanted ade, but not like this. Never like this.

He hears voices but nothing makes sense. It's jumbled and the only things he can make sound like vague threats. To him? No. No? No. Oh. Oh.

He's already made up his mind before they finish speaking. 

—--

It's funny,  he thinks, how so much and so little could happen in 3 years. It's almost too easy to scheme his way around when he's got nothing but time to think, time to plan, time to- grieve. 

He'd cried, not that they'd known, when he'd learned how many hadn't survived. They hadn't cared. It was a "part of life" and they could "simply make more."

He hated them

6. His ade were 6 years old. Funny. It'd been 3 years but they were 6. Accelerated aging, apparently. Jango tried not to dwell on it. There were bigger fish to fry. He was a Buir and he intended to be the best. 3 years was a lot of time and he'd learned to play nice. 

They'd allowed him to start hunting again. It was too suspicious for them to simply allow him to drop off the face of the galaxy, although he'd argue there were few looking. Not that he'd tell them that. 

It'd taken them more time to believe in Prime but Jango was nothing if not a stubborn man. It'd be his downfall, he was sure, but he wasn't going down without a fight. 

At the end of the day, Prime had been everything they'd wanted and Jango was everything his ade needed. 

-End of Prologue

Mando'a Translations:

Demagolka: someone who commits atrocties, a real-life monster, a war criminal - from the notorious Mandalorian scientist of the Old Republic, Demagol, known for his experiments on children, and a figure of hate and dread in the Mando psyche.. (A rather fitting description for what's happening, I think.)

Ik’aade: Children under three. (What he's referring to here would actually be the tubies that haven't been decanted yet just fyi^^)

Ade: Children/Sons/daughters

Buir: Parent

This is not the style that the actual fic will be written in if it ever gets written. This is left intentionally vague and a little confusing because I wanted to tell it from Jango's perspective and really wanted to hammer in his thoughts and feelings and just overall what he's experiencing.

Genuinely, I'm a little hesitant to post this because my writing is rusty (really gotta get back into that habit) but I'm gonna go ahead and post it before my nerves get the better of me lol

[major-victory]

I have been BULLIED by @darkerthanevanescence into writing a DTB fic, and because I am trapped in outlining HELL for DTB: Eclipse, I am writing this short fic instead because I was HARRASSED

I just shat out an outline for the whole fic in like an hour

BULLIED

[beebundt]

im busy with an art trade but wanted 2 share some recent scraps of charlie. i haven't posted abt her in years oh my god

[wolxoltl]

Time really is a flat circle.

[tittyinfinity]

I was hanging out at the karaoke bar, chatting with a beautiful woman, and we were really hitting it off. I threw a couple of flirtatious comments her way. She giggled nervously, but abruptly stopped and looked at the floor.

She told me that she was too nervous to hit on people because she's trans and worries that people will view her as a predator and that she might get hurt.

My heart sank. I let her know that she could hit on me in whatever way she wanted and I would LOVE it. We spent the rest of the night hanging out and flirting. We ended up making out. It was great.

But I can't stop thinking about how that wasn't the first time a trans woman has said that to me. About how unsafe it is for some women that they feel the need to give out fucking disclaimers to have normal interactions with people.

We have GOT to make the world a safer place for trans women. It pisses me off that there are men at the bar who are openly predatory towards me without fear of consequence, yet a trans woman is too scared to even fucking call me pretty. And that's because she IS more likely to face worse consequences for lesser things! Like what the fuck!

You need to always check on your internalized biases. Being queer yourself doesn't absolve you of transmisogynistic thoughts and behaviors. Being bi/pansexual doesn't mean you don't hold those biases either! If you feel differently about a trans woman hitting on you than you feel about a cis woman or a man hitting on you, you need to evaluate that.

Trans women, I love you so fucking much. You should be able to express attraction and love as freely as everyone else. I hope you can always feel safe around me. And I'll never stop fighting until you can feel safe period.

[kiwi]

everybodys gotta get back into the practice of using pseudonyms online... i remember the time of screen names where u never ever told anyone ur real name and that was just understood as basic internet safety. plus having a screen name is fun because sometimes it sticks so well that it becomes part of ur identity that u can use in whatever facet of ur life you choose. it rocks to pick your own name

[heyhanibee]

he aangy >:(

[chittychittyyangyang]

Listen, you should never film strangers in public without their consent, but I swear there need to be fines or something for people who do that shit in some spaces. For example: I had to go to the ER last night, and some jerk filmed a woman who just came in and was clearly having an asthma attack. She immediately got to go back, and he was unhappy about that. Believe me, I get that it sucks having to wait when you're in pain, but you don't get to pick who deserves care when. The medical system in the US is a nightmare, and the ER could be the worst moment of someone's life. No one deserves to be recorded because some jack ass believes someone doesn't look like they need care.

This is fine to reblog. People who film strangers should be shamed if nothing else.

[isjasz]

🌖🌗🌘🌑🌒🌓🌖

(happy eclipse day yesterday🎆🎆🎆)

[ninjasmudge]

thats a red flag narinder, get that crown back while you still can

+ top panel without text below the cut

[the-astro-ambassadors]

discovered a dog called Sock today. short for Socrates. if you even care

update: here is the boy!

[pestorik]

TWST x adventure time: heartslabyul

fionna and cake got me feeling nostalgic so i’m combining it with my other favorite thing rn

[cozylittleartblog]

what if there was a plague doctor that was so so so cute (and was also secretly a bird themself)