Sep 5, 2024
Mamawave + cassette babies!!!💕💕
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Mamawave + cassette babies!!!💕💕
Cybertron's Senate doesn't care about working moms or their struggles.
RAHHHH FINALLLYY
I have finally finished an art piece 🔥🔥🔥
Got procreate on my iPad so I’ll probably be doing more art from now on, might make a Soundwave and cassettes fan design soon but idk 🤷
Got bored. Here's something silly.
Based on this meme below:
So basically me and my buddy @themudbloodhedgebot have this headcanon that Thunderhoof is the Shockblurr sparkling and then that evolved into what we now call Mamawave (please note that in pic 3 not all of the sparklings featured are property of Mub the unstoppable sex machine inc)
Soundwave and his casette-care grievances: Poor Mamawave cant get a break!
I swear---society hates working parents, and the older I get, the more I think Megatron was right about society.
Anyways, after some smoldering, I made an exasperated flufffic as to what really made Soundwave become a Decepticon that became a comic. Today is also my birthday, btw...😅
💬 0 🔁 2 ❤️ 10 · Senator Soundwave and cassettes in childcare (or lack thereof) hell. I'm trying something new... the comic strip will be
***might make a follow-up pic/comic for this if I get enough love for it***
Seriously! 3 weeks of trying to set up a babysitter for the 6 days that Im working during the 2 week gap of summer break limbo. I admitted defeat on Tuesday when the backup babysitter, to the backup babysitter, to the backup baby sitter flaked out. The first one, after meeting us, immediately messaged back that she found a "career boosting" gig/job opportunity closer to home (I have no Idea what redflag if any was percieved, but I blame the fluffy dinobird of mine). The second one called in sick hours before the scheduled time. the third one couldn't do the specific days and times I needed, and I have no idea what happened to the fifth... that was the furthest I got. My first choice, a certain well-known app/site that you could probably guess was the most frustrating. $40 for a 1 month sub to post and message made absolutely worthless by their verification system that failed to process my ID, and despite reaching out to support and escalating it, it's been almost 2 weeks and 5 or 6 inquiries but Im unable to contact any of them because of the stupid verification issue. 🤬😤😵💫 Not to mention, their price ranges seemed to be more than I'd make for the part-time hours that I work at this point...
Any hoo... finished another semester. passed my college classes but tanked my 4.0 because Im stupid, and I hate math and this particular geography class (ahem---teacher)... My account's on hold till I pay my tuition... SO ---Summer break, yall! I'll be working with kiddo in tow and building up on a small art/craft shop with various witchy, whimsey, and probably fandom type things, too.
Today, I planned on sleeping in this morning but instead, spent the first 2 hours of my b-day running around the whole neighborhood after my shit-head of a dog who pried the window open and escaped the yard. That furry asshat chased rabbits, played in the tall grass and mud, caused chaos with other dogs and tricked me, and like 4 other neighbors who tried to help and seemed amused about it all into thinking we had a chance. He ran away with dog cookies, pepperoni, cheese, and dog treat jerky. He kept recharging every time we caught up with him by muddy grass rolling and a little decorative water fountain. He finally gave in when he was too tired to run away anymore and accepted a burger tossed into this nice lady's backyard and coaxed into there. (She was so nice! I think she spent half that time watching and laughing at us from the porch tho.) LOL. All of this while keeping track of my kid whose eager helpfulness creates more chaos and listens as well as the dog does half the time... despite the chaos, errands, adulting and exaughstion today, on the bright side, I may have made a new friend who helped me catch him and made the whole thing more amusing (kudos to their kindness!). Kiddo's bday card and gift they bought me by themself (with dad's money) a little while ago had me almost tearing up at the love and thoughtfulness, and my grumpy dragon husband got me my favorite chocolate dipped kanolis made of heavenly chocolate and angel orgasms. He straightened up the house for me and made dinner--- grilled up some lobster tail that was on sale! Soooo damn goood!!! 🥰 I'm gonna sleep so hard in this food coma coupled with the scent of my new 'Art of the Root' candles tonight. 🫠
Senator Soundwave and cassettes in childcare (or lack thereof) hell.
I'm trying something new... the comic strip will be posted tomorrow--- Stay tuned!
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Title: Soundwave: Signals of a Working Dad
( “Fine. I’ll Just Be Evil Then.”)
Cybertron’s towers shimmered in the golden light of Iacon’s energy grid, but Soundwave’s optic sensors twitched with mounting stress. His console pinged with diplomatic memos, classified updates, and worst of all—a rejection from yet another daycare center.
"RE: Application for Cassette Unit Supervision
We regret to inform you that your children are classified under 'military-grade espionage tools' and therefore ineligible for SparkSprouts Learning Core."
Soundwave’s vocalizer buzzed in frustration. He was a Senator, a pillar of Cybertronian law and order, yet no institution would take in his small herd of sentient cassette children—each of whom had enough destructive capability to warrant their own defense subcommittee.
Ravage had eaten through a file clerk’s desk last week. Laserbeak had imprinted on a data archivist and now refused to stop following him into the wash racks, chirping emotionally. Rumble and Frenzy had started a minor seismic event during nap time. The nap was canceled. The floor is still cracked... And the caregivers are still traumatized.
He couldn’t blame the facilities. But he also couldn’t keep dragging them to the Senate.
“Senator Soundwave,” crackled a panicked voice over the intercom, “your cassette units are in the ventilation system again. Rumble is—wait—Frenzy just launched himself out of an air duct. Is he—IS THAT A DETONATOR?”
He disconnected the call without comment, which was Soundwave for “I am internally screaming.” Then came the final straw. An emergency Senate meeting. High priority. High stakes. Attendance mandatory. No dependents allowed.”
Soundwave sat very still. Shoulders slumped. Optics dimmed. His spark ached in that slow, quiet way familiar to every working caregiver stuck in a system built by bots who clearly never had to wipe unidentifiable goo off the inside of a political briefing data pad.
Across his screen blinked another security memo: Civil unrest. Riots in Kaon. Broadcasts from Megatron again—raging about the elite and how the Senate catered only to the pristine few.
Soundwave wasn’t sure who the “elite” even were anymore. It definitely wasn’t him. Not forged in the Hall of Records. Not groomed by Primes. Not sipping high-grade energon from crystal flutes while somebody else took the spawnlings to enrichment programming.
He had clawed his way up from the shadow circuits, raised five cassette children while climbing the political ranks, and now? Now he couldn’t even get into an emergency session without a babysitter.
...Then came the final insult: An emergency Senate meeting. High alert. All Senators required. No dependents (OR CASSETTES) allowed.
He tried to reason. Briefly.
“Surely—there is a secure observation chamber—”
“Soundwave,” they interrupted, “we are on the brink of civil war. This is no place for... your cassette situation.”
“Senator Soundwave,” said the automated message, “Reminder: Today’s emergency Senate meeting is classified. No dependents allowed. Attendance is mandatory. Failure to appear will result in loss of voting privileges and probable disciplinary review.”
That was it. Not the clogged air vents. Not the Senate’s thousand-page parenting waiver forms. Not even Ravage getting banned from the cafeteria for hunting the microwave.
It was being told—once again—that his family was a “situation.”
He rage-quit the entire political infrastructure of Cybertron.
He stared at the screen. Slowly. Deliberately. He pressed a button. He activated his surveillance . system. It was the sound and sight of five cassette children screaming in unison while dismantling a vending machine.
He attached the file to his RSVP.
“Regretfully Declined. Kindly and collectively Eat My Entire Aft. Sincerely, Soundwave.”
Then, with the calm of a mech who’d just finally decided, “You know what? To the Pit with this,” he opened a comm line and dialed Megatron.
Megatron: “Soundwave. About time. You ready to rise up?”
Sondwave: “Negative. I’m ready to never fill out another daycare application form EVER again.”
M: “...You bringing the cassettes/children?”
S: “Affirmative. All of them. Rumble, Frenzy, Laserbeak, Buzzsaw, Ravage.”
M: “You know we’re starting a violent uprising, right?”
S: “They love those. It's Frenzy’s favorite. I am tuning out of the bureaucratic daycare hellscape that is the Senate.
S: You want me, you take them.”
M: “Can they follow orders?”
S: “Sometimes. It's hit or miss.”
S: “They come with snacks and skills.”
In the background: *Frenzy screaming into the vents for absolutely no reason while buzzsaw and laserbeak eat through the cabling in the wall they're destroying for a nest*
M: “That’s beautiful. Welcome aboard.”
S: “Do Decepticons have healthcare?”
M: “Not really. But we’ve got free refueling and a crying/napping room behind the munitions closet.”
S: “Acceptable. Are dependents allowed to attend meetings?”
M: “They can run HR, for all I care.”
S: “I’m in.”
That night, as the Senate descended into bureaucratic chaos over who was going to draft the Emergency Parking Zoning Act of 405-B, Soundwave reclined in a dark corner of the Decepticon base. Buzzsaw nibbled at Energon snacks. Rumble and Frenzy dropkicked a punching bag labeled “Sentinal Prime.” Ravage dozed atop a crate labeled "Explosives (Definitely Not Toys)."
Soundwave sipped from a cube of high-grade fuel. He’d had enough of trying to be the perfect Senator. Now? He was a Decepticon.
They had a bring-your-minions-to-work policy. And braver babysitters with ball-bearings here. War was hell. But so was parenthood. At least here, the snacks are free and the cassetes could finally be loud. He felt vindicated.
The Senate could keep its rules, panels, and its “no cassettes allowed” elitist energon nonsense. Soundwave was a Decepticon now, and honestly? It came with free dental and part-time daycare (health and safety not guaranteed but frag if he was worried about that on a single mom’s discount ener-mojito-gon night).
And that's why Mamawave became a Decepticon. Corperate and political Cybertron hates families and the working parent.
(much like another planet we know...😤)
I swear--- the older I get, the more I agree with IDW Megatron...
--- I say we start a movement! Like---
Moms And Megatron Against the System! (MAMAS) 🫡🫡🫡
The comic I made if it:
💬 0 🔁 0 ❤️ 0 · Post by @thornyfluff · Soundwave and his casette-care grievances: Poor Mamawave cant get a break! I swear---society hates
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Ain't onsite job training on a Saturday fun? I couldn't resist poking fun at the feedback these weird gamified training things
As you can see, the training session comments and chat box for the semi "interactive" staff training videos are not very well monitored for trolls. 🙄🤭😈