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ALRIGHTY GAMERS! I have a completely serious question, one that won't make powerscalers want to club me outside a decaying mom and pop joint

Who would win in a fight

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The Living Tribunal

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Who would win?

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Absinthe's stalking for more doll data.

Summary: The brig is boring, but Absinthe has a few ideas.

Absinthe has been in the brig of the Nemesis for approximately 30 human hours, why does she use human measurements instead of cybertronian? Simply put she doesn’t understand them, thus she uses ‘heathen units’ as the Decepticons call them. Shockwave finds them to be illogical, so does Knockout and Ratchet but Absinthe won’t let that bother her; seeing as she isn’t a lab assistant anymore. 

However, because she isn’t a lab aide and has no jobs she can do in the brig. Absinthe is increasingly discovering just how boring it is to be a hostaged individual; at this point she might just accept actual torture! Like, Starscream can zap her with his itty bitty energon branding rod like he does the Predacons at this point, and she wouldn’t complain a bit! Not a singular peep out of her, just give her some form of mental stimulation. please robo-jesus!   

Her optics briefly glitched; the honey spheres shifted into hexagonal arrows as she began calculating some form of a plan to give herself some much-needed enrichment. She could see if the Vehicons guarding the brig would be up for conversation or a game of cards, but Absinthe doesn’t think Vehicons are even allowed to have cards.  

Maybe she should start screaming? No, the Nemesis seems like a place used to the screams of the damned.   

Singing? No, she doesn’t sing much. All she has is daisy bells in her repertoire, but she thinks it would be wasted on the denizens of the Nemesis, these classless brutes probably don’t even know what a marriage is! Then again, she doesn’t really understand it either, but at least it's in her lexicon. 

A exclamation point appeared on her visor as realization strikes her processor like a bolt of lightning. 

She could play with dolls! Nothing’s too obtrusive with dolls, it’s quiet, and she gets to work on her creative development! Ratchet has been encouraging her to work on creating narratives without using statistics and predictive generative programs. She still doesn’t get why using maths to make something is a bad thing, but Ratchet always said relying on predictions stunts social and cognitive development. 

Absinthe would pull out her Hero-Mechs from her subspace, it was nestled in her thorax. Each of her mechs were completely unique and original; she has BumbleBuzz, Opti-mal Prax, and Hatchet. 

Maybe she should make a doll of herself to complete the set?  

NO! That would be so embarrassing and unoriginal, unlike her current roster that’s totally not based off her Autobot buddies. Ratchet said to be unique and creative, not use statistical data. Any resemblance is completely coincidental- 

Wait a minute, How would Absinthe make a perfectly normal slice of life adventure for her Hero-Mechs to go on if she’s on the Nemesis?  The Decepticon warship doesn’t exactly scream ‘sitcom potentia’ after all. Does... Does this mean she should try a completely different narrative style than she’s use too? That she needs to incorporate Bad-Bots into her play, so that the setting fits better for her current roster of dolls? 

Speaking of her doll roster, she’ll need new ones if she’s going to be adding Bad-Bots to her story! 

But how will she get information to create a Bad-Bot if she’s locked up in the brig? She needs data- Well, not that- but something to spark an idea. Just a personality quirk or a physical look at someone evil. 

Absinthe gets another idea; reconnaissance, espionage and information gathering. She’ll just use her odd outlier ability to sneak around the Nemesis to collect reference materials! It’s such a simple idea, and nobody would even see it coming! 

Absinthe’s optics once again shift into those odd hexagonal arrows; her frame begins to increase heat exponentially as she forced her outlier ability to create fresh matter from the atoms within the air. Each of the slippery-eel appendages would rapidly grow CCTV cameras for their heads.  

Absinthe will admit that these creatures aren’t the most advanced, but she’s sure they’ll work fine. Now, the next step on her mighty plan is to split her consciousness between her cameras and send them out into the Nemesis for data collection. She almost wished she had a data pad and one incredibly glittery pen to record her observations, but it’ll be fine. 

---

It soon became increasingly obvious that most of the Decepticons day-to-day activities were rather boring and not at all useful for Bad-Bot data collection. Well, Starscream seems to be rather consistent in throwing hissy fits and having a huge ego, but Absinthe isn’t sure if that counts as villainous or not.  

Regardless, Absinthe has decided to name the doll that isn’t based off Starscream as Suncream. It's not like it's a bootleg or a stolen concept; Suncream is just an egotistical guy with hissy fits and wings. Completely original. 

The second bot Absinthe had decided to follow around with her slippery cameras was Megatron, and she could immediately tell what was wrong with him. The statistics states that Megatron has a homoerotic obsession with Optimus Prime and that is a solid 60% of his issues originate. Absinthe doesn’t think her stalking was necessary to come to that conclusion, but at least it confirms that Mega-Thorn should be an absolute freak for Opti-mal Prax. 

Absinthe is already generating at least 85 different prompts for Mega-Thorn and Opti-mal Prax stories; namely plots such as forced marriage, pinning, romantic homicide, and Mega-Thorn being a weak simp. Yes, only those plots make sense. No, Absinthe hasn’t ever read fanfiction. Just TVTropes and the unholy horrors that is Tumblr. 

No one knows how she managed to access Tumblr but that is neither here nor there. It was a bit annoying to read the website with her parental controls, but that is a story for another day. 

The third bot Absinthe had tried to observe with her camera system was Soundwave; she ended up feeling like she’s the one being watched. She didn’t like it. She decided to change targets and follow Arachnid for ten minutes, then decided the spider was a ‘B!TcH F0CkEr’ that would be in toxic yuri. Absinthe isn’t at the stage in her life to like toxic Yuri, she prefers doomed Yaoi due to how much more data she has consumed of it. 

Maybe she should see if Agent Fowler could set aside some money in the Autobot budget for Yuri books? It would provide more material for Absinthe to become more indepedently creative, rather than generating from statistical data. 

--- Eventually, Absinthe began to spy on the lab with her nasty little cameras. Several camera heads popped out of the vents like unholy snakes, their single optics trapped in square heads were a bit unnerving but she’s trying to be subtle! 

Unfortunately, her subtle is going to give Ratchet a robot-hernia as he desperately tries to mime her away. 

Absinthe doesn’t speak mime though, and she’s going to get so much ooey gooey information out of Knockout and Shockwave by observing them for any characterization potential! 

Absinthe has already decided to make Sleepoff the most gorgeous mech and medic like ever, along with having an interest in big things and chaos. NO! That’s not Knockout, that’s a completely original character. Absinthe isn’t trying to color-match the medic; that’s ridiculous. 

Why must his exact shade of red be a bit too dark to be cherry but much too light to be burgandy? Should Absinthe just paint her new doll with human blood? That might be easier, and she could totally talk Miko into donating for such a good cause, but Absinthe worries the shade would dry wrong. 

Absinthe also wonders if she’d be able to carve an accurate head mold for Zap-Surge the completely logical, dead inside scientist. Maybe she should make his whole helm an optic? That could be smart and make Zap-Surge completely distinct from Shockwave at the same time! 

“Absinthe! Take your cameras and go back to the brig, Don’t let anyone see them.” Ratchet whisper shouts at one of the many cameras currently crowding one of the lab’s vents.  

“Sneaky: True. Ratchet! I got this.” Absinthe whispered back at Ratchet through a few different cameras. She truly thinks she’s smarter than she is, and it's no doubt making Ratchet crave High grade. 

Maybe Absinthe should have an arc of Hatchet being an alcoholic? That could add a sufficent amount of angst and drama to her doll stories. Yes, between the drinking and the new villainy Absinthe has a perfect story idea for her dolls. She just needs to make the new dolls. Good thing, the lab has plenty of things for her to knick and repurpose! It's not like anyone was using that wrench, or those blades, or that energon crystal. 

“..Why are you like this?” Ratchet sighs out exhaustedly; it seems he’s becoming aware that his scolding will not prevent Absinthe’s data collection and her growing company of dolls. 

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I'm going to be so dangerous when I can start writing long form fanfiction.

Current goal: figure out how to get to 5k words! Then like.. do that consistently.

Admittedly the goal is probably three or four steps ahead of where i'm at but that's a future me problem.

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Here's some headcanons about an anime villain i just adore, Acnologia from Fairy Tail. I wish we got to know more about him in canon, as I think his history could be as interesting as Zeref's.

Favorite fruit: Peaches. I’m not sure when it became his favorite, as it could have been a summertime festival delicacy for his village when he was young or he gained a taste for it during the war years.

Either way, you are more likely to survive an encounter with him if you offer peaches or a good made with them. this fact has become a folkloric tale that’s been spread around, however people think it’s a general dragon trait rather than Acnologia specific.

How he developed his Arcane ability to eat any type of magic; it was a long, arduous and entirely self inflicted process as he ingested different forms of magic in small amounts to steadily build his bodily resistance to the foreign magic. He would self-treat for the symptoms with his medical expertise.

Small note: I like to think he was trained by some form of sky dragon, as I like the potential parallels between him and Wendy. Then again, I like it whenever Acnologia parallels and contrast against our time-travel dragon slayers.

He has a soft spot for kids; however, his mental instability, rage and bloodlust blinds him to the value of creatures weaker than him. But, if a child caught him when he’s calmer and more level-headed then they could leave with a fantastical tale.

I like to head canon that Acnologia’s native culture was very physically affectionate, there’s no basis to this idea but I think it twists the knife more. He had this loving home without want for human connection; where you kiss each others cheeks in greetings, you can ruffle each others hair in passing, hugs are never in low supply, and there’s a burning warmth of communal affection.

Then his home is betrayed by the one sworn to protect it, he was betrayed by the one he showed so much love too and was inspired by. And it was not enough.

He willingly runs head first to the war effort after finding out there was a path to justice, to avenge all that warmth and love lost. But, his new comrades don’t get it. They don’t kiss in greeting, they don’t huddle up when someone’s hurting, the best Acnologia gets is shoulder bumps and high-fives.

This starvation would indirectly cause his spiral to become worse and worse, he’d never realize it until its far too late. Probably would only recognize he was left hungry for intimacy he’s culture once provided without thought when he’s dying. When he’s faced with people he would’ve loved had they met before his world went up in smoke.

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When your writting snippets about characters meeting a Courtesan!Reader in a brothel, but your desperately struggling to figure out justifications for why:

I might just say heck it! the Emperor is a creepy old man and wants his boys to look over the meat, but suggestions are appreciated.

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Here's my attempt at writing some longer form stuff, just trying to explore things and so the pacing is wack. Also, You don't necessarily need any prior context, but my Red X headcanon post might be beneficial i guess.

Summary: Red X's big blonde mission in Metropolis

Looking around the clean concrete, shiny windows, and far too ‘warm and welcoming’ atmosphere of Metropolis made Red X -No, he’s out of suit and so he’s JB Pennyworth- almost irritated. He could lie and say it was a masterful attempt at being fake, but this is Superman’s city and its almost as genuine as the kryptonian.

JB’s mismatched gaze briefly went to the star-studded museum across the street, he almost felt tempted to break in and steal something shiny for the hell of it.. But, unfortunately the thief had other plans. Plans that have been made methodically in advance, and he can’t let his own hard work go to waste.

Discipline, am I right?

JB tucks his hands into the pockets of his denim jeans, he likes this pair. He thinks it fits him good and makes his ass look even better. Nowhere near the oomph his suit gives but its nice enough.

He’d begin the trek to the grocers with a lazy and frankly arrogant swagger. Then again, when wasn’t he a bit arrogant? The casual confidence was kind of his whole brand.

JB passed by a variety of different people, a lot of them were smiling and talking animatedly.

“The weather’s great, isn’t it?” An older woman said to JB in passing as she bustled over to a bus stop, she seemed very cheerful. Likely had received some good news given the small bouquet in her hand, but he was still surprised by how open and friendly people were in Metropolis, like they weren’t a stone’s throw away from Gotham.

Then again, Superman.

Honestly, Superman is the answer to 90% of things JB thinks of when it comes to Metropolis. The other 10% involves a certain goofball and overall cause of JB’s presence in the sparkling city.

JB continued his stroll with a slow pace, he’s scheduled everything to the exact minute. He can’t wait to see the look in Baby Blue’s eyes. It’s going to be picture worthy, he just knows it!

Perhaps it might even become his new wallpaper.

---

JB was shrewdly comparing the differences between a handful of select slices of meat, He doesn’t want to go too expensive and bougie but he also wants to make it high quality. So many choices, so little time.

He eventually settles on fresh, t-bone steaks. A classic is a classic. Besides, Micheal needs the brain food as it’s a bit starved up in the blonde dome.

Next would be the salad, and potato bites. He looks over the shopping cart as he placed the beat onto the cart’s seat. JB’s teal and navy gaze became thoughtful, he walked as he went through his mental list again.

His hand went up and brushed at the stubble on his jawline, the hair tingles against his fingers. The only reason he’s never clean shaven is because of how much he enjoys the feeling of stubble over fresh skin.

JB continued his journey around store; he’s thoroughly blocked out the occasional cries of children, the nattering gossip of women, and the general chaos of karens in a grocery store. He probably should’ve helped with the last one but he does not have time for entitled stupidity, he only has time for himbos.

He had gotten nearly everything he needed, he just needed to grab some lemons for the tart he’s planning to prepare. Unfortunately, it seems he’d need to beat an old lady with a stick to get any as the store is freshly out. Who’s buying lemons in the summer? Children in search of pocket money? Why can’t they rough people up like good little hooligans like in JB’s childhood.

Then again, no one should be using JB as any sort of role model. His life is weird, strange, and probably depressing. He hates his own appearance for gods sake!

He shouldn’t be thinking about this in a big box store grocery, he shouldn’t be unpacking any of that and instead keep it compartmentalized for as long as possible. Emotions or philosophical thoughts? Dodged and parried.

JB needs to think of a new type of tart and fast, Micheal doesn’t strike JB as a raspberry kind of guy and JB would rather die than give him strawberry tarts like a plebian.

Blackberry it is!

JB rushed through the rest of his shopping once his new plan of action came to life.

---

He looped back around to the (far too clean and neat) hotel he was staying at to get dressed in his suit; the leather-like spandex was so form-fitting that it shot straight serotonin into JB’s brain. How did he manage so long as being someone other than Red X? He frankly doesn’t know.

He’d shoot a finger gun as he gave himself a once over in the mirror. Edgiest suit award goes to him, he’s truly crushing the competition.

“Baby grade security, here I come!” Red X cheered to himself with a smirk hidden beneath his mask. He loves making the lives of security companies a living hell, few things make him happier than outsmarting a carefully crafted security system.

Red X almost thought of making a drinking game for outsmarting security systems and anti-intruder technology, but then realized that level of alcohol might actually kill him.

The curse of having a (relatively-speaking) normal human body, stupid biology getting in the way of wasted fun. At least being sober means less embarrassing incidents and risk of going black-out.

---

One would think that the life of one Michael Jon Carter, the amazing Booster Gold himself was immaculate, fantastical, and heroically luxurious.

The only ‘one’ who would think that is Micheal himself, but even his delusions of grandeur had to admit that getting cheap take out again wasn’t the most luxurious thing. What did the internet call this? ‘temporarily embarrassed millionaire’, Yeah that’s so Michael right now! Totally. Just temporary poverty until his next get rich quick scheme works out.

Ya know, by heroically saving all of metropolis or something. He can do that, he just needs the justice league to give him the big jobs. No more saving kittens from trees once he gets his big break.

He’ll be able to get a better apartment besides this modest flat down the road from that boring museum. He used to work as a janitor at a museum in the future, he’s an expert on this.

Regardless, the smell of oil and salt was an allure stronger than man, rivalled only by the fact there’s a football game on that night and Michael wants to weep about his glory days.

Michael fiddles with the door to his apartment; the lock was getting jammed more and more recently, he might need a locksmith soon. Well, a locksmith or to bully a certain someone into doing it for him… For free!

Man, Michael loves ‘free’ almost as much as he loves ‘fame’, ‘fortune’, and ‘luxury’. They’re all such nice words.

The blonde stumbled into his apartment, clutching his bag of burgers and fries to his chest. He spent like 20 bucks here, he can’t let it fall on the linoleum floors. Michael’s sneakers squeaked against the floor as he walked inside, he slammed the door close behind him.

Michael paused, he smelled something over the greasy bag. He also faintly heard some noise in the kitchen. Oh, is he about to discover his super evil rival that will totally boost his popularity and thus his monetary earnings?!

Michael barely stopped himself from having Skeets record the encounter, if only because he didn’t want his followers to see his pitiful apartment.

Micheal strolled towards his kitchen with a confident smile, he didn’t have his suit on but he does have a mighty fine taser.

“It was a real poor decision to break into the house of Booster Gold-“ Michael said dramatically as he enters the open concept kitchen, the sight that greets him was surprising but not shocking.

“Red X… why- This- this- It’s the third day in a row” Michael said as his smile falls, he isn’t disappointed per say but he was a bit let down.

“So what? You hate my company that much, baby blues?” Red X drawls as he finishes the finishing touches on dinner.

“How cruel, after I spent so much time making you a dinner that isn’t fast-food crap.” Red X said, and Michael could feel the contempt directed at his beloved burgers and fries. He held the bag of food in a hug; he knew that Red X wouldn’t toss the food out but he’d rather not have the bag go airborne courtesy of an X-arang

“..Its not that crap.”

“Dude, its McDonalds. Crap is the name of the game.”

“You know what? Fair.. But that still raises the question of why.. Just why..” Michael said with a scrunch to his face. He’d lower the bag from his chest, he’d move to sit it on the kitchen island. He will admit, the smell of that T-bone does tempt him a bit but he needs to focus.

“Why did you make me dinner… For the third night in a row!” Michael jabbed a finger at Red X’s chest, the thinner man barely moved at the poke.

“Because I can’t break into Captain Marvel’s house to feed him because he’s a child. Think of the implications, Michael Jon, Think!” Red X said with a few dashes of theatrics, his gloved hand raised with a flourish. The use of Michael’s middle name raised the hairs on the back of his neck, somehow it was worse than bring full-named like a child.

“Dude, I think your stepping on my toes. I’m the one that’s suppose to be all theatric and stuff.” Michael said as he sidestepped around that whole mountain of baloney Red X made up.

“No, You’re supposed to be a pretty himbo. That’s like 80% of your brand.”

“No! Well, somewhat but, but, BUT!! I’m like a well rounded hero; that’s all sagely, wise, humble, handsome, and completely marketable!”

“Sure, keep thinking that, Baby Blues.” Red X said with a shrug. “But mister marketable needs a nice home cooked meal once in a while.”

Realization suddenly strikes Michael like a mighty thunderbolt thrown by Zeus himself. A grin slowly creeps across his face, as he bats his eyes at Red X. Yes, the perfect chance!

“Are you chefing me because you like me?”

“Of course I like you, you’re like my one actual friend,” Red X said, not quite snappish but a bit annoyed. It seems that he doubts Michael’s IQ, and that is rather rude.

“Yes! I finally have a super fan!” Michael said with an absolutely delightful look on his face, he fist pumped several times as he hopped about.

“C’mon Red, what do I gotta sign to make your day?” Michael asked with smug bliss.

“…Just eat your dinner, dumbass.” Red X said with deep exhaustion, Michael assumes its sudden shyness as he’s been caught as a closeted Booster Gold fan boy! Yes, his fan club has a new member. Certainly.

That rounds it up to a nice and juicy… Three! Between Skeets, Michael himself, and now Red X things are going to do nothing but go up from here!

Soon enough, the two men were eating the meal Red X had masterfully made. Red X had his mask slipped up, taking care to eat politely while Michael was damn near shoveling it into his face. What? Its not gross. Michael was a football player in the future, this is how you min-max calories!

“You are so lucky I’m not a priss about manners, that is very unattractive dude.”

“Yeah- Well, lots of people would pay for this experience. So, no need to whine about my eating habits.” Michael said as he held a forkful of food in Red X’s direction.

“I imagine those same people would buy Superman bathwater..” Red X said as he rolled his shoulders, “The mentally deranged shouldn’t be your primary consumer base, babe.”

“Don’t you babe me, and my fans aren’t deranged!”

“Oh yeah, you’re so right! You actually need fans for them to make a wacky ward.”

Michael’s mouth clicked close, he sat his fork onto his plate as he stood up. Red X needs to be thoroughly punished for dissing the Boister Gold fandom, and he has only one idea that’s good enough discipline.

Noogies!

What a way to end a meal… For the third night in a row, it would be predictable if Michael had really thought about it.. But he won’t, he has other things to worry about.

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Has anyone else coopted a canon, barely used side character? Like a character that had mad style but only appeared in like 3 episodes, only two of which was divorced from the main cast?

So... That's kinda me with Red X from Teen Titans 2003.. Except at this point he's transcended timelines, lol

Quick lightning round headcanons;

Red X is not Jason Todd... Technically speaking. My boy is a clone amalgam from multiple different bat-fam members whose experienced some comic-inaccurate timeline fuckery, so he is the Teen Titan's problem.

Red X's current self image is strongly connected to the suit, he's gained an aversion to his 'civilian' identity. He does like his heterochromoa though.

His 'civilian' name is JB Richard Pennyworth, its a bit on the nose but at least its not a another Wayne.

He has inherited Alfred's love of cooking and baking; he's a 5 star chef in his own right and makes food when stressed to regain a feeling of control.

He's only visited Gotham once, and that was to sneak some mini-birthday cupcakes into Commisoner Gordon's office. He didn't even take anything from the station or vandalized it, he still isn't sure why he did it.

He once decided to see if Beastboy would get high from catnip-laced brownies. The experiment was inconclusive.

He's bisexual; He flirts with men like he flirts with women, He has gotten punched more than once for calling big burly men 'cuties'. He will not learn.

Old enough to drink (21+), old enough to have unresolved trauma and deep seated insecurities. Thank you very much!

Unironically adores any golden retriever types, will follow after them like an instigator.

He enjoys bullying and otherwise ragebaiting anyone he comes across; its a side hussle.

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If any of my like 3 followers would like to propose writing ideas, I won't say no. I need the practice and I'm willing to hear ya'll out.

Just bewarned I'm ace and never written smut, so if you want sexy times then be prepared for INSATIABLE CRINGE.

Also, like- If I don't know your character or the fandom, I'll see what I can do but I promise nothing.

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TADC but it's just a bunch of programmers raising their accidental AI child

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Caine: I sure love my big happy family, We get to play games and they teach me things like manners. Scratch who just wanted to avoid death by a cancerous brain tumor: ...Best I can do is being an occasional fun but otherwise disinterested uncle. Caine: All I heard was your going to be the best uncle! YAAAAY Kinger and Queenie: We're so proud of your optimism sweet tooth!

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First OC fanfiction published.

For a bit of context before the main event: Absinthe is heavily inspired by CYN from Murder Drones and has the eldritch AI's power set. However, Absinthe is technically more for a transformers universe as I thought the mix of 'a random, childish horror god AI' would be fitting.

I think I'll talk about her more in depth, discuss ideas for lore, and possible charavter arcs. Plus, I'll have to show off some other OCs too. Hehe

Summary: Three scientists, two medics, two hostages, and one with bones.

It was a wonderful day to be imprisoned upon the Nemesis, forced to work on synthetic energon. Yet, somehow the Decepticons using Absinthe to further gain Ratchet’s compliance was both a pain and an utter delight.

Ratchet doesn’t want the femme in danger, but he is also aware of how much of an.. acquired taste she is. Sure, some of the opposition might find her charming but most of them are likely as disturbed by her as the Autobots can be. Thankfully Absinthe tries to be a sweetspark.

“Ratchet, do you think Megatron would let me have wet specimens if we do a good job?” Absinthe asked abruptly.

Keyword is tries.

“Already looking for rewards from big M? You really do fit better here, you know.” Knockout said smoothly, he’s been feeding into Absinthe’s inquiries as he found her delightful. Ratchet isn’t a big fan of this relationship, it really brings to light how Absinthe could’ve joined the Decepticons if they found her first.

“Thanks! I think you’d be better with us, we do movie nights biweekly.” Absinthe said cheerfully as she flicked her servos into jazz hands. She liked the action, Ratchet noticed. Then again, Absinthe liked doing anything.

“Absinthe, movie nights are a distraction. Please let us focus.” Shockwave said monotonously, his finials flicked. Shockwave had a surprising amount of patience for Absinthe, Its something Ratchet respects.

Before Absinthe could speak, Ratchet cuts in.

“Yes, it’d be best if we focus. Would you mind doing the grunt work for us? I’m sure Knockout would appreciate it.” Ratchet said with his usual grumpiness, however his underlying meaning was clear. He wants to let Knockout actually work instead of being an aide; sure, its likely not a great idea to let the mech work with the ‘big boys’ so to speak but its better than the alternative.

“If you insist.” Absinthe said with a nod. Her antennae twitched as she shifted to attention. She’s going to be so helpful!

A few clicks of calm, clinical work later when Absinthe suddenly perked up and she gave her attention to Knockout and Shockwave. Oh no.

“I have bones, do you have them too? Ratchet and the Autobots don’t.” Absinthe asked curiously, she wanted to make a conversation that was mote than boring calculation and technical jargon. Ratchet could almost feel a cringe wrack his body, oh great. The kid is letting the Decepticons in on things that should be none of their business!

“Bones…? You don’t have bones femme. We have a form of endoskeleton, if we must use earth terms, but no bones.” Knockout explained with a wave of his servo, he’s certain Ratchet has explained this to Absinthe but frankly Knockout loves the sound of his own voice.

“But.. I do have bones.” Absinthe argued, she shifted her stance to look a bit more imposing. She’s seen Starscream try to puff up and look scary, so surely that’s a good conversational tactic.

“Knockout was correct, femme. Arguing otherwise is illogical.” Shockwave said as he shifted away from his data terminal to look at the trio.

“It’s not illogical, its fact. I have bones.” Absinthe insisted further. “Look, I can even prove it-“

Before Absinthe could open up her exo-layer plates to reveal her bone evidence, Ratchet placed a servo against her chassis.

“No, Absinthe. That’s enough.” Ratchet said sternly, not allowing any argument. He’s not going to let her flash two Decepticons.

“…Fine.” Absinthe said with a narrowing of her yellow optics, she didn’t like that Ratchet prevented her from showing undeniable evidence of her bones.

Needless to say that Absinthe got demoted from lab aide to hostage in the brig. At least she has the Predacons to hang out with, She loves the fight Predaking puts up before she can give him pets and scratches.

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Yo gang, how do we feel about posting OC fanfiction? Cuz I got a couple of reader insert prompts that might work better with an OC

Yes, OC fiction is cool.

No, I prefer reader insert.

Both is good.

I like OC lore.

Voting ended onMar 24

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AntMan-like!Reader, Size-Shifter!Reader

Reader could be read as human or Cybertronian. I will be honest and say I had humans on the mind though.

Sugar cube as a term of endearment.

Author is a filthy casual of a Transformer fan

Summary: Ants catch Bumblebee’s attention.

Bumblebee thought you got along great, you were both insect themed! Well, more so he named himself after an insect rather than actively becoming one with a hive of bumblebees but its close enough to your shtick. Right?

Honestly, he might be a poser bumblebee compared to you and your ant addiction. He couldn’t imagine keeping a hive of itty bitty insects especially with the drastic size difference. But then again, you are cut from a massively different cloth than anyone Bees’ met before.

Regardless of your ‘built different’ status; there had been a series of invasions, you aren’t sure from where these intruders come from but you’ve been paranoid. Which, in turn, made Bumblebee paranoid as he wants to support you, and protect your passions.

However, instead of your paranoia causing you to be irritable or becoming overprotective of your ants as would be expected… It made you more excited about the buggy violence.

“Get’em! Get’em! Get that nasty ass bug out of here, YOU ARE NOT WANTED WHELP!” You yelled as you watched ant on bug violence within your ant farm. You often get amped up about your ant colony’s powerful might. Yeah, you treat the invasions of your colony as a WWE match. It would be disturbing if it wasn’t an insectoid war.

But at least you’re getting your anxiety out of your system in what seems to be a productive way, at least in Bumblebee’s opinion.

“..Are those- Beetles?” Bumblebee asked, he didn’t think those were native but he isn’t an insect expert.

“I dunno, I just know they aren’t ants. Specifically my ants.” You said nonchalantly as your troops overwhelm the beetle by smothering it within the ant horde. Your babies make you so proud.

Bumblebee nods in acknowledgement, he respects your spirit greatly. Though, he does wish that you didn’t wear such an odd device when you commented on the ant action. Sure, he understands that you can bolster the army’s confidence and give them tactically inclined commands with those antennae but its still an odd look. Like that cosplay thing he saw on the internet.

Oh well, whatever makes you happy makes him happy too.

“Sugar cube, I think you like those ants more than me.” Bumblebee said with amusement as you continued to cheer on your ants. You even started to take a more active role in leading them to victory through the use of pheromones that your odd device produces.

“Don’t be stupid, I like ants but I love bumblebees!” You told Bee with a very serious look.

“…Yeah- yeah, I know.” Bumblebee said with a roll of his optics. You’re too sweet sometimes.

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MC and the Café themed ribbon - Part two

You had returned to the circus, as was the nightly ritual. At least you weren’t under threat like prior visits, you still found the Ticket Taker to be rather… Intense to put it. You might even prefer the Doctor over him, and you certainly prefer how easy (in comparison) Harlequin was to read.

“Dear one, still sulking about with the red ticket? You knooow~ it wouldn’t kill you to changes things up once in a while and use mine instead.” Harlequin drawled out with a smarmy charm; his hand out stretched as he gave a slight, and rather mocking bow.

“No, but it would certainly kill you and I don’t want to be the cause of this murder.” You snip back. You might prefer Harlequin to Ticket Taker, but that doesn’t mean your happy about his pesky behavior.

“Oh, believe me… You wouldn’t be the only cause.” Harlequin said darkly.

“Besides, Pierrot has already wished me dead plenty since this morning! I replaced his milk with… glue.” Harlequin said, the smile on his porcelain mask widens. Innuendo practically dripped off his serpentine tongue. If what Harlequin used was glue, you’d eat your work apron.

“Right..” You mumble.

“Don’t you have a show soon?” You rather ask that than inquire what led Harlequin’s twisted mind to the idea he should become your problem.

“Sure I do, but I can’t seem to focus. Won’t you hear my tale of woe?” Harlequin asks with a fake pout, oh clearly his woe is about you. Either that or he’s going to put you on a fetch quest. It wouldn’t surprise you either way.

Once you give him the go-ahead to share what tragedy had transpired to have stolen his focus, did Harlequin speak.

“Well my dear MC.. I had been handing out fliers with the fools when I saw the biggest fool of them all: Pierrot!” Harlequin said with theatrics, his tone mocking and his gaze filled with playful cruelty.

“And Pierrot had the most unusual ribbon wrapped around his wrist.” Harlequin gestured, his left hand wrapping over the wrist of his right.

“One such ribbon of a café theme, a bundle of fabric that smells a lot like you.” Harlequin leaned down to your eye level. He exhaled deeply, a warm breath brushing against your face. You can smell what he had for lunch, you don’t know if the irony tinge is concerning or not. You let that detail go.

Before you could speak up and scold Harlequin for invading your space again, he pressed a long glove covered finger to your lips.

“So, I must ask.. What about my ribbon, dear one?” Harlequin asked slowly, watching your every micro expression with interest. He almost seemed amused by your slight confusion. Surely he wasn’t that petty, you thought to yourself.

“Did you forget, or did you give it to Pierrot?” Harlequin asked. You had a feeling if you were in private, he would’ve licked you. Perhaps even bit you again. You shivered at the uncomfortable memory, Harlequon did that a lot. Made you uncomfortable and questioning.

You pulled away from Harlequin’s touch with a frown on your lips. You wouldn’t be surprised if you had a proper scowl marring your face.

“Y-You haven’t earned one.” You said, with stronger resolve than you felt. Standing up to Harlequin was a double edged blade.

“Earn one..?” Harlequin scoffs. However, he pauses and suddenly you felt a pit grow in your stomacj.

“Yes, I think I shall earn one.” Harlequin said with a devious smile. “I’ll so thoroughly earn my ribbon, that you’ll won’t consider giving a ribbon to another.”

You froze in shock, your face heating up as you felt a pounding within your ears. Of course that was Harlequin’s take away, he was impossible. You have no idea how anyone could deal with him for long periods of time. His charm and seduction was far too flustering.

“The thought leaves you breathless, how charming!” Harlequin said. The hand which once sealed your lips moved toward your face, his finger tips caress your cheek.

”I won’t dissapoint, I want to see you come undone. See you wanting nothing but me. Forget Pierrot, focus on me, my dear one.” Harlequin said in a low, smoldering tone. His expression nearly as intense as Pierrot’s had been when given your ribbon. That intensity was almost enough to liquefy your insides.

“I do hope you’ll come see my show tonight, I now bid you adieu.” Harlequin said as he stood back to his full height with his hand retracting from your face. You felt a mix of relief and loss at the withdrawal.

Harlequin isn’t sweet like Pierrot, and he clearly has issues far outside of your experience. He gets under your skin and make you question whether or not that should be his home. Perhaps you might want to rethink where Harlequin ranks on your freak circus list. He’s too much and not enough, he’s on a different axis than anyone else here.

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AntMan-like!Reader, Size-Shifter!Reader

Reader could be read as human or Cybertronian. I will be honest and say I had humans on the mind though.

Sugar cube as a term of endearment.

Author is a filthy casual of a Transformer fan.

Summary: You really like ants, Ratchet is not paid enough for this.

How on Primus’ shiny cybertron you had managed to get super poweras after Optimus Prime -their glorious shining example of wisdom, responsibility and foresight- allowed you to have an ant farm on base is incomprehensible and Ratchet has long sense given up trying to logic himself a solution to a logicless problem.

At least you were behaved… Initially. You just focused on your damn ants; watching them form their miniscule complex hive, watering them lightly, providing them nutrients and treats. Oh the treats. Ratchet has seen how you lovingly prepare the sugary confections for those ants, he’s almost jealous of fragging ANTS!

And that’s not touching the super powers! You got some doohicky that can manipulate the ant colony into doing your bidding with pheromones. You’ve even terrorized Bumblebee by threatening him with the dead ant spray.. Actually Ratchet can appreciate that one, the thought of smelling like dead ants has calmed Bumblebee drastically which in turn has been good for Ratchet’s energon pressure.

“Sugar cube, could you NOT have your ants in the medical bay. They aren’t exactly sterile.” Ratchet said in a sarcastic drawl. He’ll need to clean up after the nearly microscopic organisms, at least you don’t have a more aggressive variant like fire ants.

“I actually wanted to try something and I figured having the best medic around in case of disaster would make you happy.” You said with a warm smile, you’re buttering him up in advance. He doesn’t trust it one bit, but he acknowledges that you aren’t wrong per say. He wouldn’t want you to get injured because you tried some hair brain scheme without him.

“Alright, fine. Afterwards, you’ll scrub the contaminated area up good. Deal?”

“Deal!”

It wasn’t long until Ratchet’s intake fell shut in disbelief, apparently ant powers mean you can grow to the size of Optimus?! What? Sure matter shifting is common for Cybertronians, so that isn’t surprising and when he considers shrinkage is your new thing but-

Oh.. Oh you ant-brained genius.

“Sugar cube, You’d be dangerous if you liked anything besides ants.” Ratchet said as grabbed his scanner, already taking your biometric data. It seems there is some strain on your body, so this wouldn’t be a viable long-term size upgrade but for a surprise in battle? Not too shabby.

“Do you think it’d help any with the energon shortages, or would the nutrition get spread too thin?” You ask as your gaze bounces between Ratchet, his scanner, and your enlarged body. Ratchet could practically hear you come up with horrendous similes and metaphors about how your hands are the size of the largest ant colonial networks the would may never know. Well, either that or thoughts of how many ants you can keep in your pockets in case of a Decepticon attack.

Megatron versus a bunch of overgrown ants? Who knows, it might be closer than Ratchet thinks.

You lightly cough to regain Ratchet’s attention, restating your question.

“No… Actually-?” Every time Ratchet tries to reaffirm his no, he considers just how impossible and strange you are. At this point he wouldn’t be shocked if your ant obsession would give Team Prime access to more energon, however he also doesn’t want to buy into this magical ant fantasy you have.

“Likely no, but I suppose.. It wouldn’t be that much of a strain on my schedule to test it out.” Ratchet said finally, the smile he received in turn was almost as satisfying as a good glass of high-grade energon.

Ratchet begrudgingly enjoyed testing your size-shifting powers on some energon samples, he even reluctantly allowed you to grow your ants. They are admittedly much more disturbing than he expected, but they are no scraplet. Honestly, working with you and experimenting with your ants has given Ratchet a stronger appreciation of you and your obsession. Yes, its an obsession and Ratchet will take no notes, but its not nearly as bothersome as some other human behavior could be.

So, he supposes you can come back with SOME of your ants. Not the whole colony, Primus forbid- He’d never be able to get them all cleaned up without distressing you.

“Oh, shoot- I got to go Ratchet! It’s the colony’s treat time and I brought strawberries today.” You informed Ratchet seriously once you noticed the time, automatically you began to shrink things down back to proper form.

“Yeah, yeah. Go feed your pets, I’ll look over some of this data and make you a copy of our findings.” Ratchet said dismissively, not wanting to outwardly express his small desire to do this again. He’s old, give him a break.

Through the corner of his optic, he saw you pack up your stuff to leave. You even wiped down the areas the ants had been with disinfectant, good. At least someone can clean up after themselves.

“See ya later Ratchet, By the way I’m naming an ant after you!” You said brightly as you soon scamper out of the medbay doors.

“Oh joy.” Ratchet snarked under his vents, yet he felt oddly pleased about it. Strange. Perhaps earth is rubbing off on him for him to be charmed by that.. Or maybe its just you.

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Me has an idea for crossover fanfics: Hey wouldn't it be funny if- Fanfic.net: Bro, its all trash here Wattpad: I DON'T KNOW YOU?! AO3: sorry man, all I have are mega incoherent crossovers or story prompts disguised as fics. Sorry, take it up with the manager or something. Me: .... Me: ... Me who has recently written three small snippets: I HAVE THE POWER, I have the will! I will write it before bed like the last three, with no beta or logical planning. IT WILL BE GLORIOUS!

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Here's some The Freak Circus, piping hot and ready to go!

MC and the café-themed ribbon.

MC had worked a long, exhausting shift. Customer after customer, order after order, circus advertisements everywhere. Thankfully no karens, kevins, or other assholes in sight. Small mercies, though their feet was hurting so bad they wouldn’t be surprised if it would blister.

In brighter news, they have a gift for their circus paramour. A thing they found at the art supply store the other day, nothing too elaborate.

Its just a small ribbon with coffee cups, multicolored mugs, expresso beans and whipped cream.

Sure, its no expensive ass-nearly all access pass to the circus but surely it’s the thought that counts.

The bell rang, the forced customer service smile fell from MC’s lips as they spotted their favorite knife thrower.

He had to duck to fit into the door, Pierrot’s expression was bright. He was overjoyed to see his dear MC, ans to be frank? They were glad to see him too. His innocent-adjacent energy was a balm to their tired soul.

“Pierrot! Usual milkshake?” They asked, already knowing the answer. MC chatted to him as they whipped up the order, their social battery replenishing by the minute.

Pierrot’s hands brushed MC’s during the exchange of the milkshake. However, before Pierrot could sit at his usual spot to lurk and watch MC, did the barista speak.

“Oh! I have a gift for you..” they said shyly as they revealed the café ribbon from their apron pocket.

“I figured since I have a mark of you…” MC tied the ribbon around Pierrot’s wrist as they spoke.

“Why shouldn’t I mark you back?” MC asked with resolve glittering in their eyes.

Pierrot’s face went pink, dark rings encircling his golden pupils. Hearts were taking over his gaze. MC had a gut feeling if Pierrot could purr right now, he would.

Pierrot’s lovesick attention stayed stuck to MC like a mouse on a gluetrap, he hardly paid mind to his surroundings or the people he should be silent in front of.

Pierrot rested his elbows against the counter of the café, he leaned as far as he could to close the gap between him and MC. His smile growing wider with affectionate joy, and perhaps a bit of hunger.

“I love you, I adore every last drop of your kindness my dear.” Pierrot said in a soft whisper, like a feather light caress of a confession.

“I shall treasure this, truly.” Pierrot said, his fingers brushing against MC’s cheek. What he would do to kiss them right now.

“Because I am yours like you are mine.”Pierrot said. There was a dark undertone to his words, something possessive and obsessed. It was a warning sign, some sort of red flag.

But it’s a good thing MC likes the color red.

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Murder Drone X The Freak Circus AU Talk part 2!

This time, I’ll talk about the MC / Player Insert and a little bit of their relationship with the rest of the cast. The general gist of things stays the same, but the fresh coat of paint will be interesting.

MC is going to most likely be a worker drone; could they later gain monstrous attributes due to body alteration or the Absolute Solver? Sure, that’s completely possible, but at the start, they're just the run-of-the-mill, fresh-off-the-assembly-line worker drones. So the frame is uniform with every other worker; perhaps they have a unique wig or hat. Their barista uniform is likely their main identifier, though.

Other than worker drone frames being mostly uniform, and aside from their LED lighting (a wide spectrum of colors is available to you, but the default seems to be white or pale blue), another aspect of their uniformity is that worker drones are kinda… dumb. They can be rather naïve, gullible, easy to forgive, and easier to manipulate. Obviously, this is a generalization, and things can vary, but the idea of a dumbass MC stumbling to victory is a genre I’ve recently discovered to be tasty.

Now how did MC meet the cast and initial impressions?

Well, Pierrot was being bullied rather than being hate-crimed. I imagine some drones tried to steal his fliers or something: It wasn’t because he was freakishly large but due to his silent act.

“You know, picking on a mute is rather regressive of you, it's 2300 for Robo-Christ’s sake!” MC said while swiping the papers from the unruly teenagers.

“It’s actually very progressive of us; we’re equal opportunity bullies. All losers will be harassed!” The teenage bot said happily.

“Now shoo or I’ll tell your creator that you’ve been doing sixteen shots of straight oil residue in the café’s bathroom,” MC told the troublesome teenagers.

Apparently, threatening teenagers in defense of his person, his pride, and his stack of fliers worked wonders on Pierrot. Now, like canon, he’s a ride or die yandere. He may or may not have an easier time breaking into your apartment; it depends on whether the worker colony is primarily above ground or underground. Either way, Pierrot would use a little spoon to shovel his way into your bedroom.

Harlequin’s introduction would likely be the same or similar, as he only noticed you once he registered that you had a red ticket from Pierrot. Granted, as a worker drone, you’d likely be blunter with him and be more susceptible to manipulation.

“How about I replace that red ticket with my green?” Harlequin asks.

“But I like it? It’s my ticket, and I’m not trading. This isn’t Yu-Gi-Oh,” MC said seriously.

Somehow, this amuses Harlequin. He will probably be worse than in canon, if only because drones don’t always have much of a filter.

A worker drone MC might annoy Ticket Taker even worse than in canon, if only because his instructions would go right over their head and, in fact, would encourage their adventurous spirit.

“Okay, I’ll go to the black tent.”

“NO! No, the black tent is not accessible to red ticket holders.”

“I’ll go to the black tent and wear a black hoodie.”

“THIS IS NOT ABOUT YOUR ATTIRE! Don’t go to the black tent.”

“I’ll have Pierrot take me to the black tent; he’d probably enjoy dating.”

“NO! BAD! STOP. DO NOT INVOLVE HIM-“

The doctor? He probably loves drone MC, as I like to imagine MC behaving similarly to N with Beau. “You’re doing great, big guy!” MC Said.

“I do hope so, I’m a trained professional,” said Doctor.

“I can practically feel the treatment working already!” MC cheered.

“Yeah, I can see that…” The doctor hasn’t actually done much more than monologue, aura farm, and play up mad scientist for the bit.

Jester would take a while to warm up to the MC, but if he does, then they’ll get babied much like Pierrot. However, until that point, I imagine MC would get subtly bullied or hazed by Jester as he doesn’t like Worker Drones that much. He finds them to be sheeple, stupid, and simple-minded. MC prefers to be called honest, endearing, and gentle-hearted. Thank you very much!

We don't have many interactions with Columbina yet, but I imagine the MC would be a little shaken up by seeing a literal ghost in the blue tent. They’d probably write a blog post or something about it.