#5amanthus

[pyroweasel]

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🤡 (What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?)

I'll share this WIP line that will probably never see the light of day. You kind of need to know to appreciate it, maybe, but it still kind of makes me laugh. **"Don't fucking touch me - filthy little - do you ever bathe?” 

"I try not to," Peep chirps, and then with a fresh grin they reach both hands out in Hazel's direction - making grabbing motions as if threatening to touch his face."** 🎢 (Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?) Had To Be You, hands down. Mostly because it would so wildly fluctuate from 'this part is so easy let me publish four chapters in a row' to 'I've taken two months to finish this chapter and I still hate it.' It was a good time over all but boy was it a ride to get through. ✨ (Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉) I already did one do I have to do another...(jkjk) I think my long/run-on sentences are pretty well-crafted and tend to add exactly the sort of punch/affect I'm trying to manage. ⛔ (Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?) Oh I have so many of these. I wouldn't even try to list them, but I'll highlight one of my personal favorites. I once had a fic planned that was essentially Addison being assigned Captain on this massive ship who's sole purpose was to transport "precious cargo." Spoiler alert, the cargo was an imprisoned Trep. It was very saucy, very much meant to highlight Trep's abilities as an Imp and was not necessarily destined for a good ending. It would have been fun, I think.

💖 (What made you start writing?) I couldn't tell you, honestly. I've been writing since I was a kid, since before I even remember doing it. We still have one of the first 'books' I ever wrote. What I can say is it's just...everything to me. It's a distraction. It's soothing. It's a way for me to connect with my partner and my friends. When I'm really sad, or really happy, or hell I'll say it even horny, writing is there, you know? I can do anything I want in there. I can write anything I want. I can bring these characters that mean everything to me to life in my own words. I can put them through hell, or get them comfort, or find them love. I can explore the world's brightest themes, and its darkest. I don't know. It's how I get all the things inside out. I don't really have any other creative pursuits that I feel like I'm good enough at to do that, so writing is the way. 💌 (How do you feel about comments and feedback?) I love comments. I love to know what I did right, what resonated, what people are thinking about what could happen next. I also love expressions of joy/enjoyment like keysmashes and such. I'm sensitive to criticism though, even well-meaning criticism, which is purely a me issue but can make getting feedback/comments kind of stressful sometimes. Especially when I'm nervous about a write to begin with.

❌ (What's a trope you will never write?) Never is a strong word because there have been times I've dabbled in things I thought I'd never dabble in. And I honestly can't think of any specific one right now that makes me thing 'ew no never.' I don't enjoy most things centering around pregnancy, though. Little cute moments with pregnant characters is one thing, but I don't like to focus on it much. 👀 (Tell me about an up and coming wip please!)

I have so many WIPs....a few fan favorites in the works are more chapters for the reincarnation AU for Hazing, Fable finally gets to meet Keet's pets, that one chapter for To The Left where these two finally get down, and a scattering of other hazing stuff. 🤲 (Would you please share a snippet of a wip?)

Okay...let me dig one up here. **Home, he thinks - spitting the word in his mind even as his feet turn in its direction. A tiny townhouse he doesn't know the first thing about fixing. A ratty bed, a shitty TV, a computer that barely connects most of the time. The self-inflicted bare minimum because it has never really been his home - only a place for his pets. A place to land when he wanted to rest because where the hell else was he supposed to go? 

It's not his home, he thinks - bitter, angry, aching. 

It's not his home, he thinks - paused outside, glaring up at the shingles and the brick. Humans pass around him - souls whispering at a distance, arching briefly in his direction until they're far enough away to snap free. Busy, loud, and something stings at his eyes. 

"Keet?" 

He starts, turns, and there's Fable. This silly little human who resists his pull but somehow keeps finding him anyway. Who'd held him at his worst, and called themself his friend, and who's here now, again. Standing near his apartment, watching him with a turned head and a curious stare. 

"Are you alright?" 

Keet opens his mouth to answer - closes it again - and then finally, after a second, he says instead,

"What are you doing here?"**

[radetzkymarch]

@secretsolenoid holiday exchange gift for @5amanthus, who asked for their absolutely lovely OC Inter Phy experiencing earth winter for the first time!

[victory-crew]

Bubs also has an angry squiggly mouth when she's fighting the ships, question marks, exclamation marks (like when discovering Kot-Nim I believe), she also grins when they make the deal with the millions. She's very expressive and I love it!!

I saw the question marks in a gif!! But yes!! She's so expressive and I love how the film makes did that! They made it look so natural too like, its just Bubs being herself and never focus unnecessarily on it. It really brings life to her character.

[polyhexian]

Brainstorm/Rewind/Chromedome- 3, 10, 12, 15, 20

3.  Most common argument?

whether or not rewind is being too mean; rewind has a tendency to get defensive and mean when hes upset, thats his coping mechanism, so if somethings under his skin he ends up snapping at cd and cd usually just accepts it because hes got terminal sadboy disease, but brainstorms not afraid to be like “that was kind of bitchy of you” but then rewind gets defensive and then CHROMEDOME gets defensive and hes like “no hes not mean dont say that!” and then they have the same argument every time and every single time after stewing on it for an hour rewind is like “fine youre right im being a bitch”

10. Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?

its chromedome, hes literally known brainstorm even longer than rewind and if he doesnt remember what brainstorm wants, brainstorm will completely forget what he wants and spending twenty minutes deciding, and rewind knows chromedomes order but because servers always talk to chromedome first cuz hes taller hes always the one that orders

12. Who initiates kisses?

cd thinks HES the cuddliest most affectionate asshole in the world until they let brainstorm in and he just sort of velcros himself to his new bfs and literally never wears a mask again so he can kiss kiss kiss

15.  Who wakes up first?

Brainstorm, but only because he a weird sleep schedule and he has a tendency to sleep in four hour chunks so he’ll go to bed and then have to wake up in the middle of the night for an hour or two adn then go back to bed another four hours, but the problem is that he also goes to sleep really late, so when he wakes up in the middle of the night its like early morning for the other two and hes like hnnn wake up im BORED okay im going back to sleep bye

20.  What do their family/friends think of their relationship?

“wait you werent already dating brainstorm? i thought you were already dating brainstorm”

[c-53]

RDC: 3, 5, 12. DOOP: 9, 21. (And idk anything about Doom so enter your Doom ship here: 1, 2)

RDC

3: describe their relationship dynamic

Two rowdy idiots spend at least a decade punching eachother on various planets to avoid dealing with an OBVIOUS crush.

5: How would they describe eachother?

Asdfgjksgsg ok Rampage would go off on a novel length tangent about his Nemesis. How strong he is. How impressive his determination is, how he’s so excited for the next time they clash... he goes on for like half an hour, he’s got it bad.

DC keeps it short and sweet. “That asshole.” Works just fine.

(Aaand I somehow mixed this up, so you get this too) 7: What do they have in common?

On a surface note: big, aquatic, and bastardous.

But... beneath that,

- their tendency to purposefully drive everyone away, but being caring under the hard exterior

- Their drive is incredible. They’re both just completely unrelenting, and will not be stopped when they set their mind on something. (Stubborn)

- ... and they both have a love for embarrassingly cheesy nicknames

12: What would happen if they never met?

Oof thats,, a pretty grim scenario tbh!

Either Dc would just continue operating omicron without issue, and Rampage would be tucked away in some lab somewhere, still be experimented on, but too beaten down to do anything about it at this point.

Ooor... dc would be quite dead, and no one would have been able to catch Rampage. Not fun scenarios!

DOOP

9: What made them realize they were in love?

Right so there was that whole sword fight in ep2 where they’re blatantly complimenting eachother, and I want to say its that, but more likely they realized after saving eachother’s lives a few too many times, and realizing just how much they cared about one another was a bit more than Just Allies.

21: Whats a really significant moment in their relationship?

OK SO YOU KNOW IN GORILLA WARFARE WHEN OPTIMUS LIKE GOES COMPLETELY OFF HIS SHITS AND NEARLY DIES AND DINOBOT WATCHES OVER HIM THE ENTIRE TIME HE’S RECOVERING?

HOW DINOBOT LEFT A FLOWER ON HIS NIGHTSTAND AS BOTH A ‘GET WELL SOON’ PRESENT AND A SYMBOL THAT HE TOOK THE LESSON TO HEART?

“Well it is good to have you back.”

“Back home, or back to normal?”

“Both.”

Yeah. Yeah. That whole scene.

Doomguy/VEGA

1: What was their first impression of eachother?

For dg, the impression was probably pretty bad. The personal ai of a guy who kinda let an apocalypse happen isn’t exactly someone you trust easy.

Vega on the other hand had the only the highest opinions of dg. Seeing him in action was nothing short of awe inspiring. He was almost too nervous to talk to him. Almost.

2: Whats their ship name?

I really oughta put some thought into a more clever name, but at the moment, its just Doomvega.

[databuffer]

Chibi commission for @5amanthus, of their oc Inter Phy! Thank you!!! 

[beethereal-knight]

I did a commission for @5amanthus‘s OC Karen!

Juggled this cutie with college work because I’m weak for armored characters

[secretsolenoid]

A Knife’s Edge

An emergency fill for @5amanthus. Sorry that this is late, and I hope you enjoy it! It’s TFP Knock Out/Soundwave, and it was really interesting to think of how these characters would fit together.

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There was just… something about being back on the Nemesis.

Maybe it had to do with Megatron’s forbidding presence. Even when he was unconscious on a repair slab deep in stasis he had the singular ability to command a room. It only got worse when he was up and about and able to give orders or threaten damage with fists or that cannon of his. Knock Out was not afraid of his leader, certainly, but he could admit to having a healthy respect for the intricacies of the mech’s temper. And the strength of his grip.

For all that, though, Megatron didn’t often interfere in Knock Out’s domain, which was just the way he liked it. The medibay was in a pitiful state, of course, with the lack of supply chains, but the ship could manufacture vehicon parts even from the substandard materials found on Earth, and he had Breakdown to threaten away anyone who might damage the more delicate supplies.

So maybe it was no longer being out on the open road, with no one to answer to but himself and Breakdown. Aside from being on call for Megatron’s needs at any hour for a repair, or even more annoying, a mission, he also had to answer to the vehicons.

Oh, he could send them packing for minor dents, but there was no telling when an accident might happen in the mines or with some equipment on the ship and take him half the shift to fix, and leave him up to his elbows in spilt energon.

Today’s hapless accidents were now in stasis on two different berths, set up with monitors while their welds set. Stasis wasn’t entirely necessary, of course, but Knock Out didn’t trust them to let their nanites finish the internal structural repairs, and he did not want to put up with any whining about being kept the planetary rotational cycle it would take for the nanite boosters to do their jobs.

He especially did not want to deal with any commentary about the dreadful state of his forearms. The energon had started to congeal in seams and joints into a gummy blue paste, and left to set into the paint and metal it would do nothing good.

“This had better not destroy my finish,” he grumbled to himself as he finally stuck his hands into the solvent and got to work with a soft brush. “At least this miserable mudball doesn’t lack for proper cleaning supplies.”

The hiss of the medibay’s door sliding open had Knock Out yanking his hands out of the solvent and biting back the urge to curse.

“I should hope,” he hissed, “that this is an issue of some importance, considering I specifically locked those doors.”

There was no sound from behind him, not even guilty shuffling, and Knock Out felt a shiver of tension roll down his backstruts despite himself.

“So that’s how it is,” he murmured to himself, as he turned to see Soundwave standing there in the entrance.

He cut an impressive figure, Knock Out could give him that. He was never one to stand out, Soundwave. Knock Out often thought that the Nemesis’s color scheme had been chosen specifically to allow Soundwave to blend in as much as possible and sneak up on unsuspecting Decepticons. Yet despite that, he was all clean lines and sharp angles, a dangerous kind of beauty. Unique. A knife’s edge that would cut if you pressed too hard, and then you had no one to blame but yourself.

Knock Out grinned. Sometimes, he couldn’t help but test that edge. The threat of death, he did not like—but the thrill of a challenge, that was something else entirely.

“So,” he drawled, leaning his hip against the edge of the table. He couldn’t do much with his arms unless he wanted to spatter himself in solvent, but he could let his expression do the talking for him. “You saw my plight over your cameras, did you’?” He tilted his head toward the security cameras that he knew were hidden in the shadowy corners of the medibay. “Are you going to help, or have you simply come to laugh at my misfortune?”

“Laugh,” his own voice echoed back at him from Soundwave’s visor.

Knock Out huffed and turned back to his scrubbing. “Then get started,” he said, applying a thin brush to the joints of his claws, “because you won’t have long.” The grin was still tugging at the corners of his mouth, though. Soundwave never showed up here just to watch him, any more. Oh, he might at first, but there was always something else, now.

He didn’t hear any movement as he finished his scrubbing, but that was only to be expected, with Soundwave. The mech could be a ghost if he wanted to. That meant he was sure to take advantage of that fact to startle Knock Out at some point, but Knock Out could forgive Soundwave for it—even if he probably enjoyed doing so, the inscrutable slagger—as long as his plating remained pristine.

Or at least, as long as it didn’t make it any worse. His plating was still not in the best condition, and it would take plenty of work to bring it up to the proper shine after scrubbing all that energon away. He turned away from the solvent, but when he reached for the drying cloth, he found it in Soundwave’s hand.

He arched an orbital ridge at the taller mech. “So you’re choosing to be helpful now, I see,” he said, then held out his arm. It gave him another little thrill to do something so imperious, and the way Soundwave paused made his systems thrill, balanced on the blade’s edge and waiting for the cut.

Maybe this, Knock Out thought, was what it was about coming back to the Nemesis. It was like racing, only to feel the sting of exhilaration here he didn’t once have to set tires to the road. It was a thrill. He was rapidly becoming addicted. And, behind that mask, he was beginning to think something in Soundwave had the same urge. Why else would he continue to show up in Knock Out’s medibay? And why else would he reach out and touch?

With the cloth held in his long, spindly fingers, Soundwave delicately took Knock Out’s arm by the wrist and began wiping away solvent, the simple touch somehow electric against Knock Out’s plating. Slowly, gently, as he wiped the moisture away, Soundwave played a clip of Knock Out’s voice back at him. “That’s how it is.”