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Star of the Show Excerpt
I just love this silly, cozy little scene between Knockout and Breakdown. I was SO. SAD. When Breakdown died in Transformer's Prime-- I had no idea he died in the series, I'd read lore about those two from other timelines and assumed I'd get to watch them be dorky glorious idiots the entire series. Sob sob sob.
SO INTO MY STARSCREAM FIX-IT FIC THEY GO!
I love their puns and jokes xD
Anyhow, have an excerpt from a very very very long fic I may or may never publish. Breakdown needs more cuddles and soft moments.
Content: Cuddles, light flirting, comfort & relaxation, mentions of alcohol (Energon wine) use.
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Knockout sat on the ground in perhaps his favorite place in the universe, despite it being on his least favorite place to sit, the ground. Breakdown’s legs fanned out to either side of his own as Knockout leaned back against his partner’s chest with a luxurious yawn.
The Seekers were partied out, an impressive feat all on its own. They had actually succeeded in reserving a single glass of the last of the wine for the ‘bot who had let them make chaos of the cask. Codebreak had almost drank it, but Nova was already making airs of posturing to secure her second-in-command position, and made sure it stayed safe.
“I haven’t felt this good in ages,” Breakdown said with a sleepy content his partner loved, and so rarely heard.
“Mmm… is that the wine or the Energon talking?” Knockout wondered, pleasantly fuzzy himself. His engines rumbled with a sleepy pace as the spiked fuel made its way through his systems.
“Maybe a bit of both, but that’s not what I meant,” Breakdown answered as his hands settled on Knockout’s hips.
Knockout smirked, gaze slanting around the room full of snores and sprawled Seekers.
“Oh?” he wondered.
“Mmm. You smiled today. Haven’t seen that in a long ass time,” Breakdown said in a low voice. “That was worth the flight over the ocean.”
Knockout’s Spark stuttered, and he sighed as he leaned back and tipped his head up, well aware that the room was dead to the world. Breakdown didn’t leave him wanting-- he dipped his head in for a kiss, slow and deliberate, as was his way.
Knockout sighed, feeling himself relax as his cables loosened up and he sank into the embrace. This was perfect. This was exactly what he… well, no, he needed a whole lot more, but he didn’t have the luxury of privacy that Starscream had, and Knockout needed that, too.
He just hoped those two idiots were taking things--
“Rusted scrap,” Breakdown swore as both their heads snapped forward at the wash of energy that swept through the room like the sudden radiance of a solar flare. The passed out Seekers stirred-- and kept on sleeping as some sighed with content, and fell into deeper recharge.
Vents whirred, engines rumbled, snores deepened.
The pulse of energy kept radiating through the air, timed like a heartbeat, washing over and through Knockout’s systems instead of slamming them full-force like a hail of rock.
It was like a fine spray instead of a high pressure hose.
“That’s… All comin’ off her?” Breakdown said with quiet awe. He’d missed the majority of Clara’s flare-ups back at the laboratory.
“Hmm. Yes,” Knockout said dryly, trying hard not to think about what it might mean. Any of her strong emotions seemed to stir her aura, so it wasn’t necessarily always because of some naughty, gross, cross species interfacing that made him shudder to even contemplate, and yet he found himself contemplating it more often than not lately because of the scientific curiosity he had regarding--
“Feels like… Those storms in the Wastes, except y’know, nice feeling. Wonder if our old apartment is still standing?” Breakdown mused.
Knockout had tried not to think overmuch of their past lives. It’d been over three decades since they’d last been to Cybertron-- it was quite possible their old haunts were renovated or destroyed.
The silence they settled into was comfortable, while Knockout opened up a screen on his forearm and began running a scan on the energy waves bouncing around the room.
“Where’s the energy come from?” Breakdown wondered.
“I have no idea,” Knockout confessed. “I get readings from equipment meant to read a Spark, yet can’t capture an aural image of a Spark, nor can I find any link between her physical body and her charged state.”
“Huh. So she’s got like… A mutated Spark?” Breakdown wondered. It was a horribly simplistic...
Knockout twisted at the waist to stare up at him. Simplistic, perhaps, but…
It was a brilliant theory.
“What?” Breakdown asked, looking at him.
“I love you,” Knockout said fondly, a quiet, private confession.
The hard lines of Breakdown’s face softened.
“Yeah? Love you, too, Red,” he answered with warmth. “Hmmm… Too crowded here. How long you think we’re gonna stay cozy in the mountains?” he wondered, fingers flexing slightly.
Knockout resisted the urge to shiver as he adjusted himself and relaxed back in his semi reclined position with care to avoid any scrapes to his finish, and sighed softly.
“Oh, I have no idea. Certainly not until ‘Screamer is done satisfying his curiosity about his pet,” he drawled.
Ari for Scrolls of the Spire
they are on the good guy team, despite being made of evil, will be explained further in the actual manga
SWORD OF THE STRANGER ストレンヂア 無皇刃譚 2007 | dir. Masahiro Andō
i forgot to do a part 2. Nobody (like literally) saw the first one so i forgot.
THE CATS FROM MY WARRIOR CATS FIC. PART 2.
Theyre here.
Patroller Rainstorm
Hunter (<- warrior who hunts) Oakfall
Hunter Cricketleg
Hunter Ferntail
Hunter Meadownose
Hunter Cloverleaf
Hunter Shrubstripe
Wolfhowl's app, Brightpaw
Blazespot's app, Leafpaw
Curlberry's app, Bearpaw
God fucking dammit. Stupid image limits.
NOBODY PANIC STATE OF THE SCENE IS DOING AN INTERVIEW WITH RORY RODRIGUEZ FROM DAYSEEKER SOON
Gale: Dammit! This is not what I had in mind when I bought that reversal potion... T^T
So Obsidian took a break from foomping ponies this time to switch the halves on his griffin gal, Gale.
Done within the time constraints. ^_^ Yay!
<3 Glad you like it. Though the question comes to mind... who’d she eat to snag those clothes? Least with the bare midriff she has room for more without further risking their integrity.
SotS for Obsidian, who requested a gift for Wildfire’s character Annie Konda, in celebration of her third year on tumblr. n.n! Congrats Wildfire!
In the kind of world that’s being built in SotS (the story I’m writing with @ironthingcreation; can be found @sleep-deprivation-arts), a lot of traumatic shit’s gonna go down. People are going to get hurt left and right.
BUT
I promise the following:
I will not mortally wound/break the gays. //Maris, Salem, Peri, Celeste, you’re welcome//
Friends stay friends.
Assholes get what they deserve.
And the dragons... well, that’s... complicated (*cough* Firebrand *cough*).
I literally only have one rule in my writing and it is this:
No matter what I put my characters through, they make it. They get to make it to the end of the story and have everything work out and be ok.
Because that’s the story I need. So it’s the kind I write.
new year redraw!!!! happy new year my dear friends-followers! i hope y’all are gonna have a great 2019!