Alternate Universe - Blog Posts
idea for an au
(I talked about this in the discord chat and I think I finally have the basics of the au)
Au where after NWH Otto and Norman accidentally end up in a universe where Spider-Man doesn't exist yet, but villains like the vulture, electro, and the lizard do, after a close encounter with the lizard Otto and Norman make the decision , somewhat impulsive, trying to cure the lizard this accidentally causes Otto and Norman to end up becoming the superheroes of New York.
Now the reason why Spider-Man man does not exist, the answer is quite simple and that is that Peter Parker is only 6 years old in 2002 in this universe, Spider-Man will not exist until 2010
On the other hand, the versions of Otto and Norman of this universe have been dead for years, Norman Osborn died in 1997, in a terrorist attack, at 35 years of age, while Otto Octavius died in 1991, at 30 years of age, then of trying to protect him and his wife Rosie from a thief.
Characters that are alive in this AU, I think the most important are Emily Osborn, Rosie Octavius and Ben Parker, in this AU basically Norman was the one who died shortly after Harry's birth, and Otto never managed to create his fusion reactor because he died long before he could create it so Rosie never died during the exhibition
Now I feel like someone is probably wondering how is it that Norman is a superhero if he lost the performance enhancers, the answer is easy in this one he didn't lose them yet, at least not completely, the explanation, well to May injecting the unfinished cure to the Goblin caused that by injecting the ultimate cure it was not able to get rid of all the serum, in exchange it got rid of enough for the goblin to disappear but still leaving Norman being stronger than a normal human (according to the wiki in Spanish from the green goblin this one can lift 9 tons so let's say that if Norman tries his hardest he can lift 7)
I think that's all for now any questions are welcome and maybe I'll be posting more about this AU soon
dinner time
what if the sonyverse characters met (as dinosaurs)…
Dinosaur list:
Madame web - Struthiomimus
Morbius - Iguanodon (old depiction)
Kraven - Megalosaurus (old depiction)
Eddie - Hypsilophodon
Venom - ???
¿Qué harías si ese mundo de fantasía soñado fuera verdad?
Que pudieras ir a el pero que no todo es color de rosa, llegas en un momento donde todo está en juego. Y solo tu tienes el poder de arreglarlo todo o destruirlo todo, ¿Qué harías?
Para Mercedes, en su pequeña vida rural, acaban de empezar las vacaciones de verano. Las libélulas zumban, las cigarras cantan y el calor matinal escuece las pieles curtidas por el trabajo en el campo, lo cotidiano por la zona. Pero un sueño lo empieza a trastocar todo: Una chica de fuego la llama, y le pide que vaya con ella. Y Mercedes acepta.
。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。
¡Pica aquí para seguir más al día con la historia!
Esta historia procuraré que sea lo más apto para todo publico posible, digamos que podría tener el tono de las novelas de Percy Jackson pero un poco más dramático e igual de queer. (ahre jeje)
Publicaré el primer capítulo, estoy pensando de publicar el resto, pero aquí será para más que nada explicar el avance de la historia y notificar las actualizaciones, ¡intentaré estar lo más activa posible!
La historia está inspirada en las escapadas que hacíamos con mi papá a su casa de campo y como era allí. También bebe muchísimo de la cultura argentina, mezclado con mucha fantasía obvio.
¡Espero que les guste!
¡Muchísimas gracias si leíste hasta aquí!
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I don't have the imagination to make long and elaborate comics, so take these scenes:
Bill: Okay, secrets of the universe, how do you take care of a baby?
"AHORA TIENES BRAZOS!!!"
Typical Steve
Intentado vestir un triángulo chubby (el tema de su corbata y bombín lo veré mas adelante-)
Bill: Ohh, you're liking your new play ground now, heh?
(Quadrangle of Qonfusion from Journal 3)
Steve: Here I brought your king's cape, Bill
Bill: Perfect! That painting will look great!
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Bueno, mi mente prefiere que Steve siga siendo un niño, asi que hasta ahí nos va el asunto familiar de Bill y Steve 🤷🏻♀️
Un "aprendiz" gratuito, adorable y casi obediente / A gratuitous, adorable, and almost obedient "apprentice"
Y una gran escusa para olvidar por un momento que mataste a toda tu familia y la del escuincle que estás cuidando / And a great excuse to forget for a moment that you killed your entire family and that of the kid you're babysitting
Bonus:
"Everything is going wonder"
Returning to the "Destabilized Bill"-
It's one of my versions of Bill (in construction-) that I imagined because I love drama ⛷️ (quick explanation with some ugly sketches-)
It's basically where Bill and Steve get pulled into another dimension (kidnapping) after the destruction of Euclydia.
The dimension they arrive at is one where the Axolotl is not in control (or something like that), and there is a version of the Theraprism where they keep beings from different worlds captive to "experiment" with them. That's where Bill and Steve ended up.
In short, Bill becomes Steve's protector, being the one who suffers most of the torture and other things in that place, to keep Steve unharmed enough until they find a way out.
(Plus it was a slight deal he made with the scientists, who only accepted it because Bill is really the only one who is "special" because of his powers. They used Steve as "bait" to get Bill to let himself be captured.)
That's how they ended up like this
The crack that was caused near Steve's eye caused some negative effects on his vision. He sees blurry, but he sees. On the other hand, he has some burns and electrocutions in one of his corners and arms and legs. And he has developed a few (many) traumas.
As for Bill, and to a more worrying degree than Steve, his cracks are getting bigger and bigger, but his power gives him a small advantage to keep him and Steve stable enough.
The bandages on his hands aren't because he's a boxer or anything. It was a... slight adjustment by the scientists, for discipline
maybe.
And as for his black eye, no, it's not because he's going into Kill mode. It ended up like that because of a minor incident with the scientists, those who went a little overboard with the testing of one of the experiments.
(Steve's trauma)
After a long time they manage to get out, but I'm still thinking about that part of the story, and everything in fact. Cry
Here are some more drawings and sketches
I don't know. I also don't know if they've already created an AU like that :[ (If this is the case, tell me-)
I just wanted a Bill finding a baby Steve after the Euclydia incident
Out of context?
Now what?-
I've had this on my mind for a long time-
Definitely I don’t care if it takes more time I’m listening to music no matter what I don’t even care if his life is on the line I’m listening to music well I do care about him but music is important
Also I’m using the pronouns used in the post but who knows I’m a lonely person
Modern AU:
Julie: *types into Reddit* Your BFF has been kidnapped and is being held in a location 30 mins away. You're driving to rescue him. It's a warm night and your windows are down. Do you listen to music on the drive there? Yes or no?
|Ink| Masterlist
Part 1
Part 2
Remember that Zoro, Kuina and Sanji au, well, I liked drawing a picture of them.The context is that Kuo was the only one who noticed this "sisterhood" between his daughter and the pair of quarrelsome kids, so he wanted a photo for the memory,I knew that Sanji would leave and never return to that island one day. Kou told Kuina that he wanted a picture, Kuina agreed and when he told the pair of children, they flatly refused to take a picture.with the other, starting to make excuses for some displeasure towards the other, thus escalating from excuses to argument and from argument to fight, kuina, annoying,I left each of them with a bump on their heads to calm them down, a comical moment that Kou and Zeff now each have framed.
HEY, A NEW AU! Zoro, Kuina and Sanji trio?! Siblings?
Well, this is an AU I've been wanting to draw for months.
It's about how, Zeff seeing that Sanji still didn't value his hands as a cook, punished him, forcing him to go to a dojo so that when he hurt his hands, he would really value them.
The blessed dojo is Kou's, where Zoro and Kuina are. Upon arriving, Sanji expresses his displeasure at being there, which annoys Zoro.
Over time, Zoro, Kuina and Sanji begin to get along better, to the point that the three of them began to train hard, unaware that they've gone from strangers to siblings. Kuina and Zoro almost always defend him from ridicule for his very thin body.
Sanji was present but hidden when Zoro and Kuina made their promise. On the day Kuina died, Sanji and Zoro bumped fists before Sanji said that he should fulfill Kuina's dream. at all costs, and Zoro told Sanji that he should become strong so that he would not be underestimated for his thin body. Two years pass, Sanji must return to the baratie, while he is on the return ship, Zoro yells at him from the coast to fulfill his dream and promises, Sanji yelled the same thing back.
Something I didn't mention was that the three of them had told each other their dreams, plus Sanji cooked for everyone at the dojo. Sanji uses two swords, but he uses them for blocking, not attacking. L The bandages on his legs are from kicking a rock for years until it broke. Sanji and Zoro fought a thousand times, Zoro won 501 times and Sanji 499 times, Sanji against Kuina simply didn't, Kuina won. the 800 fights they had. Sanji spent 2 years in the dojo.
Years later they met again in the baratie according to the original story and the rest, well, One Piece 👍
Fact that made me laugh but seems true and correct: I think Zoro was very short as a child which is why I said that Sanji beat him by 10 cm even though Sanji is originally taller than Zoro, and of course,Kuina is a little taller than Sanji, so you can imagine Sanji's teasing of Zoro, which is ironic since Sanji is currently 1 cm shorter than Zoro🤣
I just made a drawing of an AU I've had for months and I barely drew!
It's not the best but I really like it, I would have liked to add color but my computer doesn't work.
Would you like me to tell you the whole story? Or the background to this?
To quickly say what it is:
In this AU, Sanji from One Piece is a hybrid of the Sea King. He lives "normally" since outside of the water, his physique is identical to that of a human, except for his eyes, ears, claws and fangs that are always there, all of this is visible, so Sanji doesn't like to open his mouth too wide. He's capable of animal-like growls.It also has instincts, if it gets angry or upset, it can bite, scratch, attack, etc.
If he dives into the water he transforms into his "Sea King" form, making it easier for him to lose control.
Some additional characteristics are that its saliva is corrosive and poisonous, its body can become corrosive unintentionally or intentionally; and yes, it eats fish and marine animals but also other living beings, EATS EVERY LIVING THING.
SANJI FOX
Last night I thought, what would happen if I put two of my favorite things together? Sanji and foxes immediately came to mind, and well, there it is. Do you want it to be an AU or at least its backstory?
Head Cannon for a NPMD AU.
Max survives, and during a lengthy stay in the hospital Grace spends an awful lot of time proselytizing to him. After he recovers, with a limp dt damage from the injuries, he begins a whole new life. Gets baptized at Grace's church, and even applies to Grace's Bible College. The two marry quickly their freshmen year to no one's surprise.
Problem is, Max hasn't changed. All those months Grace slowly revealed how horrible of a person she is and was raised to be. Max sees the light of how he can continue to control and bully people after hig h school. Hell, these people would pay him to do it! Grace is still turned on by his violence and power. Together they start a megachurch and have six horrible children.
Adam woke up to the sounds of creaking front door and fussy steps.
He sit up right at the moment when the door to his room opened and a heavy breathing guy burst inside.
“Samandriel?” He asked when definitely worried boy threw his backpack to the corner and fell on the bed, hugging Adam, “It’s past midnight, almost sunrise, what are you doing here?”
“I had a nightmare about you,” he mumbled to Adam’s shoulder. “It was so real, so I wanted to make sure, that you’re okay.”
Adam smiled in relief, patting boy’s back in attempt to calm him down, feeling insanely fast beat of his heart.
“So.. and how did you get in?”
“The door was open, it’s made me worry even more. And, Adam, stop keeping you phone in silent mode, I really thought you’re dead”
Boys chuckled before the door to Adam’s room started to open again.
“Since when you started talking in your sleep that loud?” Deans voice’s been annoying, but then he noticed Samandriel, who’s already pulled Adam away and tried to hide on the empty floor, “Oh, hi Alfie, got it.. don’t even wanna know.” And he wanted to leave, but pleading voice that didn’t belong to his brother made him turn back.
“Please, don’t tell anyone..”
“..why should I?”
Samandriel sighed, standing on his feet.
“Ah, well, you’ll tell Castiel, and Castiel will tell Gabriel, he’ll tell Michael, who’ll be mad and kill me for sneaking out of the house at night. And, of course, Lucifer will know too and so he will make fun of me till the end of my days when they’ll know the real reason.”
There was a silence while Samandriel fell on Adams bed again and look at Dean with the saddest eyes he could only made.
“Khm..” Dean raised his eyebrow, ”I’ll try not to tell about it to any of them, since they won’t notice you’re left, but you’re staying here for the night, don’t want any of you to get killed by a real murderer.” He said and closed the door.
“Well, it’s been obvious,” Adam looked at Samandriel, who tried to made himself comfortable. “But.. uh.. could we continue that hug thing we did before, it’s been kinda nice and comfortable.”
It’s been a few seconds when Samandriel took his shoes and jacket off, before jumping on the empty side of bed, getting under the blanket, hugging Adam with all his limbs like five-year-old kid.
“Will you be my boyfriend, Michael?” The guy laughs and kneels before his brother. “God, Lucifer, shut up, I’m not going to be involved in your stupid game!” “Oh, come on, do not be so boring, it’s only for Gabe and just for a couple of days. Nobody else will know. ” Lucifer folds his hands in a pray gesture. “Oh, okay, but only for a few days, and only because I love you.” Michael rolls his eyes and laughs too. Or AU where Michael and Lucifer not in love with each other, just play a relationship to annoy their little brother. But the show, which was supposed to end after a few days, dragged on for a much longer time. Carried away by that game, full of passion, Lucifer does not immediately realize that he really fell in love with his older brother. And he was never so sure that his feelings can not be mutual.
AU: Every night Michael hears the voice of his dead brother Lucifer, who makes Michael hurt himself. Lucifer always says that this is the only way he can finally meet his lovely Michael. And Michael could never say no to his little brother.
AU: During the hunt with John, Dean, in search of information about their new case, came to the local library, where he meet Cas - pretty young librarian.
AU: Lucifer is getting nightmares and can’t sleep at night, so Michael calms him every night.
AU: Father hates Lucifer and blames him for his mother’s death. Michael tries to prove him that he is loved and helps him go through their father’s hate.
I need a dabihawks AU where they are drag queens and they get cast on the same season of RuPaul's Drag Race. They're first shady towards each other because they have two very different drag styles but then develop a showmance where they're constantly around each other and you can see them in the background of episode being super touchy and they just live for each other, but then, for storyline reasons, they lipsync against each other but it's okay because they are still super flirty with each other after the show.
Basically give me Drag Queen dabihawks
Just published it!
So ,just an idea, how about a new fan fiction?
I’m thinking the avengers are on a mission against Hydra who has started to dig into the realm of invading multiple universes. And as usual once the avengers think they have everything solved and have everyone already incapacitated, there’s that one stubborn agent who wants to hit the self destruct button (but accidentally just hit the on button). And so there’s a big blast and when everyone wakes up their in a different universe. A universe in which mutants are separated from normal humans. They are treated like second class citizens and like criminals. If you guys have ever heard of the Jim Crow laws, think of it like that. Mutants were given only the worst of everything and humans wanted them to not rise up to power. If a baby is born with the mutant gene they are disowned, even if it’s a dormant gene, and are sent off to the mutant section of the city. The mutants/mutates are given a small section of a city to reside in, the section is usually only made up of old broken down buildings. When babies arrive there are usually adults waiting to come and get them. The mutants have a system that in order to live they needed to rely on their powers, so as soon as someone starts to develop them they get sorted into what they could do to help their fellow mutants.
In this universe, Universe XY, the Avengers where comprised of humans that had technology that made them on par with a mutant. Instead of being a team for all of humanity, they were a team that was made to keep mutants in line. This universe’s Avengers only had Iron Man, Hawkeye, War Machine, Black Widow, Ant Man, and Wasp. So,when what looked like to be the Avengers landing in mutant territory, the mutants ran away and went into hiding which confused our normal Avengers a lot (Captain America, Iron Man, White Wolf, Black Widow, Dr.Hulk, Hawkeye, and intern Spider-Man). When Tony had tried to ask a kid, barely 11 years old, that was too scared to move where they were, he almost got his eyebrows scorched off. The kid he was talking to had a fight or flight response when , what could be considered to mutants, the Iron Terror started walking up to him. He was about to yell at the kid to be careful with his powers when suddenly a women had swooped in and stood in front of the kid with tears in her eyes.
She was bawling out, “Please have mercy, he’s only a child. He doesn’t know how to control it yet, if you have to punish someone punish me. I am responsible for him.”
And then like it just hits the Avengers like a tidal wave, these people were afraid of them. The mutants in hiding slowly come out and say the same thing as the women. Until suddenly, a group of people walk up to them, a very familiar group of people. The group had Steve Rogers, James Barnes, James Howlett, Victor Creed, Ororo Munroe, and  Anna Marie LeBeau.
I’m thinking of there being a huge misunderstanding, but eventually the Avengers explain that they were not the Avengers of Universe XY. The group of mutants were only convinced whenever Bucky and Steve had taken of their cowl and mask. So the mutants while still hesitant showed the Avengers to their home. And there the Avengers find a Peter Parker, one that has some exciting news to tell his friends and husband of two years. Peter Parker of Universe XY, 20 years old, husband of Steve Rogers, was ..... pregnant. In this universe a mutant man is fully capable of bearing children.
And of course as usual I have no clue how to proceed. I get frustrated at myself for coming up with an interesting beginning of a story but have no clue as to how to end it.
(I did not make this picture)
This looks amazing not only the art but the story too
TOTK AU: Shards of the Kingdom (contd.)
Our protagonist! In this picture the armor is a mix between her clothes in the beginning of the game and the hylian armor set. I want her to have an emphasis on ranged attacks, so I gave her parts of the armor to reflect that better (wrist guard on left hand to protect arm from bowstring, funky archery glove on the right).
The boyfriend in need of saving! I've been thinking for a while that a prosthetic made by the zonai would be cool, so I'm exploiting that in this AU. I wasn't sure whether or not to still have him in the spot as the sage of time, but A) one incarnation of him was the hero of time so and B)he did get to the past based on some level of time magic. I'm all ears if there's a better idea.
*since some elements of the au will reflect totk spoilers, posts that include references to major in game events will be marked just in case! If I miss anything that should be marked as spoilery sorry!
Emptiness Machine
Starscream X Reader (Mech Pilot AU)
Author notes: thanks again for being patient with me. Still going through it but here is the chapter I was most excited for 🙊 (also I don’t know how actual welding works just go with it.) enjoy!
Chapter 11
The setting sun cast long eerie shadows before Starscream moved visibly again. You had settled yourself about ten yards away from his kneeling form. He just sat there motionless. Every once in a while you’d see a wing twitch, hear a muffled murmur from him. Other than these small signs of life, he was utterly still, seemingly made of stone. You hadn’t announced yourself and it was easy enough to sneak up close to him when he first landed. You’d had ample time to study his frame. From the looks of it, he’d suffered a great deal. Could have been from the battle, but after he ran off into the smoke you hadn’t seen him again. You wondered who, besides Optimus, had the strength to deal such wounds.
A wound in his side was covered by a familiar energon patch. It’s light pulsing indicated it was still working on drawing the nanites closer to the injury. This meant the patch had been applied not too long ago. His wing hung at an odd angle at his back. Your optics focused on the crude welding job and you winced. It looked as if someone had done it with a non dominant hand. Were the Decepticon medics that terrible at welding jobs? You look down at your own chest plate and the welds, still fresh, that adorned it. No they were neat and clean. This looked as if he’d done it himself. Though that would be foolish wouldn’t it? Isn’t that dangerous?
The more you looked at him, the more you wondered what the hell happened to him. There was scraped paint along several dents that looked like it could have come from the hallways of the Nemesis. You leaned forward a bit trying to see better.
A quick slip of your servo on the damp trunk of a tree suddenly unbalanced you. The sudden movement made a sickening crunch that echoed off the clear water. The next few clicks reminded you exactly why Starscream was second in command of the entire Decepticon army. As soon as the sound reached his audials, he’d spun around and taken several steps in your direction. His posture was that of a mech who was immediately ready to take on a serious threat. Frame stiff and weapons powering up as he raised them. The dual null ray blasters mounted on his forearms were trained in the direction of the sound. His optics narrowed as he scanned the thick vegetation that hid your crouching form.
“Show yourself!” He spat, stalking forward a few paces.
You don’t make a move but instead call out to him from your prone position. “You look worse for ware. The Autobots give you a run for your money?”
Recognition flashed in his optics and his blasters lowered just a fraction. He hadn’t quite pinned down exactly where you were yet. In the waning light you could make out the faint glow of his biolights. Yours would soon make you visible amongst the foliage. It was better to stand up now and reveal yourself before he had a chance to find you. You moved, rustling the fallen leaves beneath you. There was a risk associated with trusting him not to blow your helm off. With the care he and the communications officer had shown you, there was a sense that he would hear you out.
“Listen. I’m going to stand up now. You know I don’t possess weapons on my frame. I’m unarmed.” You say clear enough to be heard.
Rolling from your back onto your belly, you slowly get to your peds. Palms out to show you don’t have anything with which to fight back. His optics found and trained you with a cold stare.
“Is it a habit of yours to patrol unarmed? Those damn fools can’t even train a proper army.” He grumbled almost quiet enough that you didn’t hear.
He vented in exasperation, though he didn’t lower his weapons as you stepped out from behind the foliage that had previously hidden you. You shook a ped to get rid of the loose leaves that covered it. The damp smell of moss and loam covered your frame and you were suddenly glad for the fact that your mech was an earthier color. Disguising the smears of earth from your clumsiness earlier. Your optics fell on his damaged wing once more. It trembled slightly as he tried to hold it at the same height as his uninjured one.
“Did one of us do that to you?” You asked, gesturing with your chin towards his injured wing.
“As if an Autobot could inflict such injures on me.” He scoffed and flicked his uninjured wing in annoyance.
Though he quickly realized his error in ruling out the Autobots as the source of his injures. That left only one mech who could have inflicted those injuries. You slowly reach up to flick your visor out of the way, exposing your golden optics. The battle mask you usually wore retracted, allowing him to see the serious expression on your faceplate. His optics widened ever so slightly. He didn’t know what to expect when he saw what was under that mask but it wasn’t something that was as close to a real Cybertronian femme as he had seen in eons.
Cybertronian femmes were rare during the war, most of them fled off world and met horrible fates or disappeared without a trace. The rest joined the Autobot cause, with a few frighteningly unstable exceptions. His gaze lingered on the frown that was set in the malleable metal mesh of your faceplate. How the humans were able to come up with technology like this was beyond him. Though it sent an uncomfortable shiver up his spinal strut. It was unnerving. He started when you finally spoke again.
“Then it must have been Megatron. I’m not deaf. I heard him threaten you.” Speaking so boldly was also a risk but you had to know. Something about the way he held himself. The way he had tried to get you away from that awful scientist back on the Nemesis. You felt like you owed him your life. An uncomfortable feeling when it came from the enemy.
His lip twitched and he refused to answer. Instead choosing to deflect the question with one of his own. “What the scrap are you doing out here in the woods alone. You were in bad shape when I last saw you.” His voice was harsh and there was a staticky edge to it. Perhaps a nervous tell.
“I could ask the same of you. I thought Decepticons didn’t venture to the surface. Something about it being ‘contaminated by the native life’ or something.” You almost smiled at the affronted look he gave you.
As if he, the second in command of the Decepticon army would be scared of a few squishy humans. Slowly, you reach into a compartment on your side that contained a field medical kit. Inside you knew you had at least a couple of welding rods and a field welding torch.
“If you want, I could help you with the welding on your wing. You are still leaking energon. It couldn’t have felt good to fly like that.”
Extending your servo with the tools, you try to look as sympathetic as possible. “You helped me. I’m still functioning because of you and I owe you for that.” You splay your free servo over the chest of your mech. Over the tiny body hidden inside.
He looked at you with a mix of disgust and offense at the mere thought of your human made servos on his wing. He sputtered trying to get the words out for a moment. His vocalizer betraying him. You held up a hand and that silenced him surprisingly. “Please let me do this. We’d be even. They have no idea you tried to help me.”
Starscream’s curiosity was the only thing that made him slowly close his intake and nod. His denta set as he slowly lowered his weapons. He knew he wouldn’t be able to make the flight back to the nemesis without help. This was the first time in quite awhile anyone had asked to help him outright. It had been even longer since he allowed anyone to help him without lashing out. You smile and gesture for him to follow you to a fallen tree not too far along the edge of the water. There was just enough daylight left that you could probably get most of the welding done before the sun set.
“No tricks human. Even with that machine you are soft. I won’t hesitate to offline a femme.” He growled as he begrudgingly settled himself down on the tree.
You notice him watching your every move, frame tense as if he expected you to take that torch and use it for more sinister purposes. You vent softly and move around behind him to look at his wing. This close to him, you feel a staticky tingle that runs through seemingly every energon line of your frame. You shudder. You could feel his agitation, fear, and apprehension. But there was a hint of something else there. A feeling you couldn’t quite place. Something akin to curiosity. You shake your helm and try to focus on assessing the damage.
There were a few gaps in his weld lines that still leaked a bit of energon. You knew the mesh beneath contains many pain receptors. It was shredded at the joint and the tender mesh exposed. You cringed as you ran your optics over the crumpled mess. Of course he’d tried to fix it himself if Megatron was the one who did this to him. He’d probably done it to humiliate him. Reaching out a careful servo you go to brush a digit along one of the weld lines. As soon as your digit makes contact he flinches. His other wing twitching and you feel a wave of embarrassment and rage through his EM field.
“I don’t have all night Autobot are you going to get on with it or not!” He snapped trying to hide the fact that he’d had such a dramatic reaction to the contact.
You bite back a stinging retort and reach into the container at your side for a welding rod. You realize with a feeling of dread that you don’t have any nerve dampeners on you. Nothing like an EM pulse emitter that could nullify the pain being caused by the fresh welds. You chew your lip for a moment and speak. “I don’t have anything to help with the pain. Will you be alright?”
He doesn’t respond. Only nodding, giving you to go ahead to continue. You take a deep vent in. If he had done this earlier on his own, he must not have had anything to numb the pain then either. Bracing yourself with one ped on the ground and the other against the fallen tree, you place one servo between his wings and use the other to unset the welds he’d placed. Flicking down your visor against the blinding torch, you set to work. Once you began, he made no sound to indicate he was in pain.
Only the groan of strained metal could be heard as he clenched his fists against the white hot flame of the torch. You worked quickly, wanting this to be over just as much as he probably did. After unsetting the welds, you worked quickly to right them once again. This time taking care to align the joint properly and seal any severed lines. His uninjured wing trembled a couple times but otherwise he remained still.
Once you had finished you stood upright and flicked your visor back up to look at your work. It wasn’t as good as a medic could have done but you were the best in your class at field medicine. These welds would hold and his wing was on straight this time. You cross your arms over your chassis, proud of your work. “All finished. And the sun hasn’t even set yet.”
Pastel pinks and oranges had begun to fill the watercolor sky. Still he didn’t move. You cocked your head to the side suddenly concerned. Reaching out a servo you rest it in the middle of his back between his wings and feel him lean ever so slightly into that touch before he catches himself. Flinching abruptly away he stands and whirls on you. “You’ve already touched me enough insect. I’m fine.”
His EM field flared with that unidentifiable emotion once again. You stepped back palms up to show you didn’t mean to overstep. “Sorry didn’t mean to.” You mumble not knowing what exactly you were apologizing for. You had comforted Bee in a similar way once when he was seriously injured after a fight. The little scout seemed grateful for the gesture and you thought he might need something like that as well. Clearly not. You huffed out an annoyed vent. So much for him being grateful. At least you had made it through the entire process without him using those twin null rays to blast you back to the state you were born in.
He wouldn’t look you in the optics. His pride probably so thoroughly squashed for the day that he couldn’t possibly take another embarrassment.
“There. We are even.” Were the only words he spoke as he whirled around and stalked off. Transforming and taking off over the lake a few paces down. He wasn’t trailing that awful black smoke anymore and his wing seemed to be holding. You hadn’t realized just how stiff you’d been holding your posture as you finally relax. His alt mode disappeared on the horizon, not knowing just how close he had come to discovering the Autobot base.
Emptiness Machine
Starscream X Reader (Mech Pilot AU)
Author note: Hey everyone I’m so so sorry it’s been so long. This has been the worst three weeks of my life. Currently staying with my dad and having to see what exactly happens going forward. That aside please enjoy chapter 9 of emptiness machine! And thank you for your patience. ❤️
Chapter 9
The crushing hug the scout had you in nearly cracked the brand new welds that had been used to repair you. You chuckle as he finally lets go but keeps a servo wrapped around the arm of your mech. The other bot, Ironhide, waved at the two of you from the door.
“C’mon we ain’t got time for tearful hellos. The others are guarding the open spacebridge as we speak.”
He starts out the door and bee goes to pull you along with him. The restraints that Starscream had ordered the drones to place on you were still binding your wrists. You awkwardly stumble along letting him guide you through the smoke. He and Ironhide had done quite a number on the drones through this hallway. you smile a little knowing later you would congratulate them on their victory. After turning down a few more hallways, you join up with the lambo twins and Hound. They urge you forward and through the last set of blast doors. The scene that awaited you was straight out of a science fiction comic book. Optimus himself stood in front of the open space bridge locked in hand to hand combat with Megatron.
Optimus swung his axe missing Megatron’s helm by mere inches. The Decepticon leader taking the opportunity to drive his energy blade up just missing vital energon lines running through his opponent’s neck. The prime countered, his joints straining as he swung the heavy weapon down in a brutal arc. Megatron sidestepped just in time to watch the axe slamming into the ground with a deafening thud, sending up a spray of sparks.
Before the axe could be pulled back, Megatron darted in, his energy blade flashing in the dim light, a precise thrust aimed at his opponent’s chassis. Optimus twisted, deflecting the strike with a swift, brutal swipe of his axe. Megatron’s blade grazed his plating, but he barely flinched.
There were scowls on their faces as they circled each other, each waiting for an opening to strike. Optimus growled deep in his frame, lunging forward again, his weapon whistling through the air. His opponent narrowly avoiding the strike. The energy blade was raised just in time, blocking the blow but the sheer force of it drove him to his knees. With a growl of fury, Megatron pushed back, rolling aside, narrowly avoiding a second strike.
He sprang to his feet, his blade now a blur as he countered with a series of fast, slashing attacks.The two bots locked optics, and in a flash, they were upon each other again, weapons clashing in a deafening frenzy of power and precision, each driven by eons of war and the raw need to destroy one another.
This wasn’t a fight Optimus was trying to win. As you look closer, you see the Autobot leader carefully leading Megatron to the opposite side of the room from the portal. An effective strategy and flawless distraction. Using his own fury against him. You can’t help but smile a bit as Bee tugs on your arm, pulling you towards the portal. Ironhide and the twins had already gone through and Hound was right on their aft. No one wanted to stick around while the two big shots had it out. Letting the scout lead you forward you brace for the dizzying swirl of noise and light before disappearing behind the rest of the team.
As you come out on the other side, you see the familiar sight of the launch bay. Right behind you, a heavy ped step announces the arrival of Optimus. He’s clutching a fresh wound on his shoulder, but other than that he seems fine. Relief and exhaustion grip you and your knees buckle beneath you. Bumblebee luckily still has his digits locked around your wrist and catches you as you lean forward. His worried tone faded to a deafening ringing sound as your optics white out.
When you wake hours later, you expect to be disconnected from your mech. Instead, you are laid out still connected to your machine on one of the medical berths Ratchet uses to treat injured Autobot. Your chassis is open, exposing your real body. Tubes and energon lines are connected at various points around your frame. Blinding white light from above you makes you blink a few times, trying to adjust your optics to the harsh glow. From the cockpit of your mech, a familiar voice mumbles.
“She’s awake. Seraphim can you hear me?” Dr. Antonov’s voice was muffled by the layers of plating and wires he was behind.
You groan in response and he moves to be closer to your helm. You turn and train him with golden optics. “Dr. Antonov. It’s good to see you. Is…everything alright?”
The doctor stayed shut away in his lab most days. After years of working for the government, he had finally retired. He was promptly brought back for the express purpose of finishing his research on Cybertronian biology after first contact. He was a kind man, albeit a bit odd and antisocial. The corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled up at you. His greying, dark hair a mess as it usually was.
“You’ve had quite an ordeal haven’t you Sera? Honestly I was surprised we got you back in one piece! Given how Prime had described the Decepticons.” He reached out and patted the side of your helm gently. You look back at your open chassis.
“Doctor, why haven’t I been disconnected?” as you asked this, his smile faded. He looked his age once again as he turned slowly to walk back to where he had been.
“Something is interfering with your ability to disconnect from the Seraphim frame. If we try to sever the connection in this state…your consciousness could be lost.”
Before you could process his words, you hear shouting outside the door. Muffled voices and sounds of a struggle could be heard. Two bots were arguing.
“You better let me in old timer before I let myself in.”
“She’s just waking up, we don’t want to overwhelm her with company. Besides, we don’t know if the doctor has broken the news to her—“
The bot guarding the door was cut off as the other shoved his was into the med-bay. The giant metal door slid open and quick ped steps announced the arrival of a very worried and fussy friend.
•••
“You absolute failure! I cannot believe you allowed Optimus Prime and his lackeys to bridge directly onto the flight deck of my ship!” Megatron sent a devastating kick into the side of the kneeling figure before him. It sent the bot jolting to the side, nearly purging his tanks from the force of the blow. Venting rapidly, Starscream tries to re-align his vocal apparatus to speak.
“Lord Megatron! Please I was interrogating the prisoner! Didn’t you want the valuable information she was carrying?” Another blow to the helm as he bowed low, trying to appease his leader’s anger. Dizzy and disoriented he tried to right himself, only to be grabbed by a wing and flung across the room. There was a sickening crunch as his wing dislocated and hung useless by a few cables. His body hit the opposite wall and he landed in a heap unmoving. The gathered Decepticons seemed to flinch in unison as the Warlord stalked towards the seeker.
“Starscream you imbecile. I told you to take care of it. Didn’t I? I wanted that thing offline! It had no such intel to give you. It was taking you for the fool you are! And now Optimus prime has ground bridge coordinates for the flight deck of the Nemesis!” He reached out a clawed servo and grabbed the seeker around the throat. Lifting him off of his peds. Starscream sputtered but couldn’t get the words out. Energon leaked from the split in the mesh of his lip where Megatron had landed a solid blow earlier. He bared his denta at his leader and scrabbled at the grip around his throat as Megatron squeezed. Starscream’s optics flickered as he was about to lose consciousness. A calm and steady voice interrupted the two.
“Lord Megatron if I may, the abomination did in fact possess coordinates for other energon mines. Isn’t that correct Soundwave?” Shockwave’s even tone despite the mauling of his second in command, made Megatron pause.
He growled and dropped the body of the seeker and he crumpled into a heap on the floor. Turning his attention to a very uncomfortable looking Soundwave, Megatron began to stalk over looking eerily calm. As he approached Soundwave produced a small disk. One he had hoped to keep hidden for his own research. But Shockwave had seen him downloading the information from the prisoner. He handed it over, there was no information on the location of the base of operations for their enemy, however, the location of half a dozen energon mines wasn’t bad intel at all.
While Megatron was discussing the new intel with Shockwave, Starscream winced as he hauled himself up. This wasn’t the first time his leader had taken out a defeat on his frame. He gritted his denta against the pain and limped painfully out. He needed to be away from here. Anywhere but here before panic gripped him once again. He felt his spark start to spin faster as he hobbled to his habisuite to do his own repairs.
Emptiness Machine
Starscream X Reader (Mech Pilot AU)
Author note: Hey everyone just for this chapter I wanna explain that in this universe scanning a spark signature can reveal a designation. If you have any other questions send me an ask. Enjoy!
Chapter 8:
Your optics come online and you sit straight up at the sound of your designation. How did he get ahold of this information? The Autobots had been so careful not to let any information slip about the secret project Dr. Antonov had been working on. Humans weren’t even involved in the conflict until a cycle ago when they were called upon to deal with an actual Decepticon on the surface. You narrow your optics at him as he smiles at you in a sadistic way. Chuckling he turns and addresses the drones stationed outside the door.
“Restrain the prisoner I wish to speak to them unobstructed by this.”
He waves a servo at the humming energy wall that separates you. At that you sit up ready to fight, but your servo immediately goes to your forehelm as dizziness overcomes you. you had taken the Energon, so why were you still struggling? Sifting through the error messages you can’t make sense of the situation. You hadn’t been poisoned or drugged so what was the issue? One message though sends alarm jangling through you. ‘Unable to disconnect. Disconnection unavailable.’ What on earth could that mean? You hadn’t even noticed the approaching drones or heard the energy field disengage. They wrenched your servo from your helm and had you in cuffs before you could react. Something was off with your connection and you didn’t like it.
Looking back up at Starscream where he was stepping inside your cell, he looms over you. Wings flared out and bent over slightly to keep his helm from bumping against the ceiling. Clearly this cell was made for much smaller bots. You sit on the bench restrained at the wrists but nothing more. They were underestimating you again. That or they knew more about your current status than they were letting on. You vent and meet his optics. There was no choice but to talk to him. You let your helm lean back against the wall behind you but don’t break contact with his optics.
“Alright. I’ll speak with you. I cannot promise answers to everything and for that you might have to take me offline. But I will let you speak.”
He seems surprised for a moment, looking awkward in the cramped space. He shifts on his peds and produces the data pad and speaks once more.
“So it can speak in something other than obscenities. Very well. We were able to obtain very little information about you from our sweep of the digital network here.”
He pauses and his optics flick to your chassis and back up to your faceplate. So he was curious. He was speaking to you like an intelligent being and that was a start at least. Though the tone of his voice suggested he thought of himself as the higher life form here.
“Shockwave was the only mech Megatron wanted interacting with the native life. Unwise in my opinion.”
You raise an optic ridge at him. Why was he telling you all of this? Wasn’t he afraid you were going to use it against them? Of course he didn’t expect you to make it out of here still online. That was most likely the reason. You nod and respond.
“Whatever his reasoning for that is I’m sure it’s monstrous. Especially if it has to do with that mech.”
He looks at you and then back at the data pad.
“As second in command, it’s my job to be an advisor to Megatron in matters of great importance.”
He seems to preen before continuing.
“He however, believes I should have disposed of you. But how is it…that you look exactly like us. Down to our very biology. It’s…”
He doesn’t finish but instead he shakes his helm as if trying to get rid of a stray thought.
“Just what are you?”
His voice a dangerous growl that rumbles through his entire frame as he asks the question. So he thinks you are an abomination of some kind. You look him up and down.
“You are the alien here. You came to my world. So what exactly are you?”
Your tone accusing as you turn the question on him. Of course you knew Cybertronians well and why they were here. For a moment he looks affronted and his wings flick up, tapping the ceiling. You suppress a wave of amusement as he looks for a second like a bird whose feathers had fluffed out in indignation. He sputters for a before replying and regaining his composure.
“I suppose…but that’s beside the point. Here I am talking to what I thought was a very offline Cybertronian femme. Shockwave had torn out your spark. But here you are sitting in front of me as if none of that happened. And that-”
Emphasizing the word Cybertronian as he says it, he lays a digit on the seam that ran down your chest. The very same one that opened to reveal your true self.
“-that is in no way a Cybertronian spark. It’s something different altogether. An abomination.”
The scientist in him became morbidly fascinated with the new scans that had been taken of your form when Knockout and Hook had done the repairs on your frame. Where once a newspark had been detected, there was now a fully developed spark signature. It had a designation assigned to it and everything. An EM field, a scannable signature, it gave all appearance of a Cybertronian spark. But he wasn’t about to tell you that. Something had happened in the aftermath of that broken connection. Something that made his plating crawl in an unpleasant way. He continued to speak.
“Whatever those Autobots are doing is just as unethical as whatever morbid experiments Shockwave is conducting.”
He mumbled and that made you sit up straighter with a snarl as you reply to him.
“Never compare us to the likes of him! You are the bad guys here. You are the reason I was created in the first place. So that Earth had some defense against you. You are the reason Cybertron is ash and you had to come all the way here to find Energon!”
You had taken it too far. In a flash his servo was around your throat lifting you as Megatron had done. He was visibly shaking in anger. His red optics flashed and he bared his denta. Rage barely contained as his wings flicked fitfully behind him.
“You dare! You have no idea what happened on Cybertron! You insect! We tried to save Cybertron and your so called chosen leader doomed it!”
He seemed to take a moment to calm himself as he took a shaky vent and released you. Your optics were wide at his outburst. You swear you could have seen a hint of regret and pain behind his expression. It made you wonder what exactly he meant by what he said.
“What do you mean? Are you saying Optimus doomed Cybertron? That’s not right. He said you bombed it all to slag. Trying to get rid of everyone but those who aligned with your beliefs.”
Starscream looked as if he might have another outburst but instead he just spoke through gritted denta. Leaning forward so his face was barely an inch away from yours. Barely contained rage seeping out of his every word.
“Those deceivers would have you believe they were the spotless victims of this war? What if I told you there wasn’t a war before Optimus Prime became what he is?”
He didn’t get to finish before several drones rush in and the main door to the circular room slides shut. There were distant klaxon to be heard before the noise was abruptly cut off. They hurriedly took defensive positions and Starscream looked around, more annoyed than alarmed.
“What the pit is it now?”
He places a digit on the side of his helm activating his communicator.
“Report. What’s going on out there.”
You couldn’t hear the other side of the conversation but he ducked quickly out of the cell. Throwing a brief ‘stay put.’ over his shoulder at you. The energy field hummed back to life caging you once more in the small room. Whatever it was must be big because there were now eight drones in the room with you.
Still reeling from the conversation you just had, you try to imagine what on earth he could have meant by that. There was no way Optimus Prime started the war on Cybertron. You couldn’t think about that right now. Whatever was happening most likely had to do with the Autobots and that made you smile. It was only a matter of time before they came for you. Their fierce protectiveness of the human race was one thing the Decepticons couldn’t flip around on them.
There was a thunderous crash and rubble bounced off of the energy field as the door to the cell block was blown open. Dust and smoke filled the air and there was shouting. Familiar voices made you stand, that hope filling your lines as you try to see through the smoke. Drones opened fire and were taken down with ease. Two familiar color schemes make their way towards the field. One pair of big worried blue optics stare through the field at you, making you almost sob with relief and recognition. The field drops and a flash of yellow was all you see before you are practically taken off your peds. The yellow mech clinging to you like you might just crumble in his servos. Of course you’d recognize him anywhere.
“Bee! Oh thank goodness!”