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[floutingphysics-blog]

        @iincandcscence | @floutingphysics | @twopieced | @songweaving

          HOLD

                   HOLD ON

                            HOLD ONTO ME,

                                           Cause I’m a little unsteady

[decepticoncoward]

@floutingphysics Oh ho, now that's interesting. @songweaving Anything to say for yourself?

[iincandcscence-a-blog]

     🔥  ;;  »»  ❛  FRAG IT I’M SPILLING  ━  AMBULON, VIVVIE HAS YOU AS HER FAVORITE BUT SHE’S DENYING IT NOW I GOTTA RUN━  ❜

[iincandcscence-a-blog]

There was something about Rodimus that made her feel strange; like tragedy followed his every step. And she wondered. Once she managed to get them along together — at the oil pools where she liked to lurk — she sat him down for a talk. Turning slightly, giving Rodimus her undivided attention before speaking up. “You... there’s something about you, Roddy. A lingering sadness that won’t leave.” She reached out to place a servo on his chest. “What is it...?”

     🔥  ;;  »»  he had graciously accepted her invitation to join her, alone, to the oil reservoir, hoping to get some space between him and whatever work he had to face today.  magnus might grumble, might try and drag him back to his quarters and fill out what’s required, but rodimus wasn’t planning to do anything in the slightest.  in fact, his plans consisted of sitting there and doing nothing.  maybe with a side of thinking and trying to ignore anything that might stir up something he’d sooner forget.

though, when vivace mentioned that she wanted to talk, rodimus had to wonder what it would be about.  it was a question that remained on his mind when he sat beside her, staring down into the blackened abyss, wordless.  it was only when she finally spoke up, asking him about the lingering sadness, did he flinch.  a few memories soon flooded his processor as he turned to face her, emf filled with a sense of sadness and guilt.

          ❛  it’s…  a long story.  but i’ll tell you.  just…  just listen for me, ‘kay?  ❜

golden servos rested on his thighs as he turned back to look down into the oil reservoir, cerulean optics seeming dimmed along with his biolights.  as his emf mingled, he started reaching out subconsciously for comfort, as the imagery in his processor became clear.  of a tragedy that he never wished to recall, a tragedy that he couldn’t stop despite his most desperate attempts.  the prime was quiet for a long time, digits tapping against his thigh, spoilers lowered in defeat and sorrow, pedes slightly swinging back and forth in an attempt to seem like he was a little okay.

truth was, he wasn’t;  it hurt to think about it.

          ❛  you wanna know where that sadness is from?  then let’s start with my home.  nyon.  i remember waking up in nyon like it was yesterday.  once a gem of cybertron, neglected by zeta prime and his government…  i lived among that neglect.  nowhere else to go.  ❜

there’s a slight smile as he recollected what it looked like, what it must’ve looked like in the golden age of cybertron.  what beauty it must have once been.

          ❛  it wasn’t much then, but it was once a shining example of cybertron’s finest.  filled with beliefs of the knights of cybertron, the shrine for the matrix, and the belief ran through the sparks of many that lived there, even me.  it seemed best at the time, to think that maybe, just maybe someone from above would help us and bring us all back to our pedes.  y’know?  especially since zeta prime started to drain the energon from our people, started storing it all in the acroplex…  not a pleasant sight.  not an easy one to remember, either.  ❜

such cruel sights were embedded into the speedster’s mind.  people he knew, people he’d seen, all gathered at the acroplex to try and get some energon back into their systems, suffering until the end that he had bestowed upon them.  such cruelty from a prime, yet it wasn’t zeta prime that killed them.

ironic, perhaps, now that rodimus was a prime.

          ❛  i was an insurgent.  unaffiliated.  neither autobot nor decepticon, just doing the best for my people while the autobots tried to arrest me and the decepticons tried to recruit me into their cruel regime.  i knew better than to trust either side, but i did think that perhaps, if i showed the autobots what it was like in the acroplex, what zeta prime had done…  maybe they’d take a step back.  that’s what i did.  i brought optimus  ━  who was orion pax at the time  ━  and his team to the acroplex.  it worked out for me.  they saw the suffering and finally believed me.  ❜

now it was the hard part.  the hardest part to talk about;  nyon’s fate.  past that point, there had been the omega destructors, who marched into his home with intent on destroying it for all it was worth.  he remembered the horror all too well, and remembered how he had to evacuate as many as he could, even though it was pointless because…

because…

rodimus shifted position once more, crossing his legs and resting his servos in his lap as he reflected on that day.  the day that still brought him pain to think of.

          ❛  when zeta prime attacked nyon, i tried to evacuate the city.  i tried to get as many bots out of there, but it was too late.  with an attack we didn’t expect, we didn’t have the time to…  i had to…  ❜  he ex-vented, refocusing.  ❛  …  not many people got out of the city.  the insurgents, we━  we knew that we’d have to use the contingency plan i helped create.  we wired phase chargers across the city, ready to explode when i pressed the button.  and i…  i did it.  i did it because i refused to let them suffer by the hands of zeta prime, but i killed those people.  ❜

it had once been just a contingency plan.  he never thought he’d ever use it.

servos mildly trembled at the thought, remembering the city burning and the loud explosions that caused his audial receptors to ring.  he remembered holding that detonation button, holding it so tightly he could’ve broken it, so hesitantly pressing down to activate the sequential destruction across his entire home.  his emf filled with guilt and pain, doubt he can ever make that wrong a right again.  doubt that he could find some way to make up for the lives that he had lost because of his decision.  and yet, it was a fate better than what zeta prime had in plan.

          ❛  i lost my home, my people, people i trusted.  the war broke out soon after that.  i felt like i had nothing left to lose.  i just…  it weighs on me everyday.  ❜  he soon looked to vivace, a sorrowful and melancholic look on his face.  tears were starting to fall.  ❛  since then, i’ve wanted to make up for what i’ve done.  i’ve wanted to save people, not condemn them to death.  ❜

he reached for her servo, but hesitated.  soon enough he glanced away, staring back at the black abyss, trying to erase the memories from his thoughts so he’d have some sort of peace.

he was deafeningly silent.

[iincandcscence-a-blog]

DEAD ( MAKE ME CRY PLZ )

» MEME:  send ‘dead’ for my muse to react to your muse’s death.  ||  accepting. 

     🔥  ;;  »»  one moment he was fighting by her, defending her from any rogue that tried to lay a hand on her.  he’d taken a few hits that were intended to kill her, performed many fatal shots on the opponent;  his movements were more calculated, an attempt to keep her safe.  a lingering promise in the back of his processor.

don’t harm her.

in a way, protecting her from harm was part of this deal.  he didn’t want her to get so fatally wounded in the midst of a fight, when ratchet or first aid or even velocity couldn’t help her.  his desperation to keep her safe caused him to think less of himself and more of her;  such was his way of life, to want to place safety of others above all.  every contingency plan, every strategy, even the people he chose to stand beside him were always carefully planned.  never again did he wish for something wrong to happen because of another, like with dealer, or getaway, or even brainstorm (  who, admittedly, he eventually forgave  ).  he’d chosen his allies well and he hoped that it would serve him well.

it brought him to wonder how the decepticons here had caught them so off guard.  was there another rogue element in his team?  this battle was filled with struggle, dust and energon staining his bright colored metal, cerulean optics having to be shielded in some way or another and a mic extended to relay to his team.  the chatter was not much;  it was mostly rodimus trying to coordinate a thorough attack, trying to prevent harm from each of his team.  with vivace in the mix, he held most concern for her.

the next moment, as he charged forth to burn up some more bots that opposed him (  while dangerous to himself  ),  rodimus was separated from vivace.  in the carnage of the decepticons trying to take down their strongest fighters, including himself, he couldn’t go to find her.  the lingering promise pushed forward, reminding himself of what he had said he wouldn’t do.  and so, trying to push through the decepticons, rodimus struggled to find her.  in his carelessness, he felt himself fly back, landing with a loud thud as he slowly slipped into unconsciousness.  it wasn’t until a short time later did he reawaken, hearing the muffled cries of someone familiar…

he tried to move, sight almost static as he tried to see what was going on;  to no avail could he see very far.  he couldn’t feel much below his knee joints, guessing that he had rerouted his pain receptors subconsciously before waking up properly.  arms slowly moved, golden servos slowly pressing into the ground and feeling the dirt go into the seams ever so slightly, as he then struggled to lift himself up.  there was a loud ringing in his audial receptors as there was yet another explosion dangerously close to him, smell of burning energon filling his olfactory sensors and deterring him from the scene.  it caused him to stumble in his stance, static filling his voice as he forced it to reset along with his optics.

soon he found himself surrounded by what he could make out to be bodies of the fallen, mostly of the ones they had been fighting against, though worry was soon ever present as he tried to call out for vivace.  when there wasn’t yet a response, he hesitantly crawled to his pedes, balance completely off and causing him to collapse multiple times as he moved.

          ❛  vivace…!  vivvie, where are you?  ❜

it was quieter than he had seen it before.  he wondered if he was out for longer than he was supposed to have been.  there was a worried look that crossed his face as he tried his best to climb over the masses, spotting a few still standing, fighting in the distance.  he swore he could see her silhouette of vivace, a slight smile dancing across his face.  so she was okay, and holding her own.

as soon as he had diverted his gaze away, a sudden wave of pain washed over him, the prime feeling himself collapsing to the ground, feeling as if he couldn’t breathe.  there was an aching yet sharp pain in his spark, pulling him further to the ground and gripping at his chassis, trying not to cry out in agony.  he immediately shifted his servos to his helm as he whimpered, unsure of how he was meant to react.  if it was supposed to be so excruciating.  as the pain subsided, but only subtly so, rodimus felt as if he was emptier than before.  as if there was something missing that his spark longed for, his frame shaking from the sudden experience.  questions were quick to come and go through his processor;  what was it?  what had he done to cause this?  last he checked, he didn’t sustain any wounds nearby his chassis, so perhaps it was…

          ❛  no.  ❜

rodimus hastily stood, trying to run, stumbling over his pedes as he cried out helplessly for vivace.  this couldn’t be happening.  this wasn’t what happened and he just had a sudden wave of pain from some sort of injury he had sustained without being aware.  he was just imagining this up and he did not just feel what he thought he felt━

by the time he had gotten there, ratchet was leaning over someone on the ground, hastily trying to work, drift trying to divert rodimus’ attention.  when it didn’t work, when rodimus shoved his friend aside and tried to reach ratchet, ultra magnus had to step in.  tell him that he was heavily wounded and he needed to take some time to get examined.  the speedster could only glare and shove him aside, collapsing to the ground from his loss of balance.  with static in his voice, inconsistent muttering coming from him, he did his best to see what ratchet was trying to do.

or, what he tried to do.

optics widened at the sight of vivace on the ground, her once bright colors dulled to grey, optics holding none of the life that they used to.  his fears proved to be true, his servos shaking immensely as he reached for her own, feeling how cold they were.  how cold they shouldn’t have been.  he then lowered his servos to the wound that ratchet had tried to fix, golden digits soon tainted purple with the color of the energon.  no.  he couldn’t believe this was happening.

          ❛  ratchet, please, please tell me you can save her!  please.  for the love of primus, she can’t have━  i couldn’t━  ratchet, please, i’ll do anything!  i just…  i can’t…  ❜

azure optics glanced around to the crestfallen looks given to him by his comrades, his friends, as he felt his spark ache in denial.  rodimus glanced back to vivace, stifled whimpers and cries emitting from his frame as he slowly pulled her into his arms, cradling her as if she would come back at any moment.

          ❛  please, vivvie, please don’t leave me, you━  you can’t.  i promised.  i promised.  ❜

any attempt to move the captain or her was immediately met by aggressive protest.  once all have realized that it was best to leave both her and rodimus be, they left one by one, all until drift was left to sit by and watch his friend choke on his sobs and his pained cries.

the battlefield was all quiet, too quiet for rodimus to handle.  he was going to miss those pure moments of laughter, her stories, her jokes and her dancing.  the moments of intimacy where he would lean on her for support, and in turn gave each other the love that they both needed.  the moments where rodimus would have to step back and sigh in happiness when he saw her, when she would talk to another bot that flirted with her and he’d intervene.  those moments where their servos lingered together even as they went their separate ways, those looks they gave each other long after the joke was over.

          ❛  i’m so sorry, vivvie.  i━  i couldn’t protect you.  ❜

he was lost without her.

[iincandcscence-a-blog]

♥

» MEME:  send the symbol for a kiss from rodimus!  ||  accepting. 

     🔥  ;;  »»  he’s actually nervous about this.  rodimus prime?  nervous?  how laughable.

he’s surfed meteors.  he’s infiltrated some of the most heavily guarded decepticon bases and obtained information where he needed to.  he’s done the most dangerous missions where nobody else would and he’s coped with nearly dying.  or, literally dying, he guessed.

if it wasn’t for the matrix…

but that was besides the point!  the point was, he shouldn’t be nervous to give vivace a kiss.  it was just a kiss.  albeit, it was going to be a very passionate kiss and he would probably mess it up somehow trying to pull it off, but it was still just a kiss.  why was he so nervous?  maybe, for one, it was the lingering threat of optimus himself.  because apparently getting (  nearly?  ) killed by one of two faction leaders just wasn’t enough for the universe to handle.

or maybe, it was because he really was in love with her.  her smile, her laughter, the way she talked so passionately about her hobbies and all her cute little quirks that make her, her.  was this what defined love?

it was the thought on his mind as he tried to talk about something he enjoyed.  of course it was on the topic of meteor surfing, but he wasn’t able to get too creative with the topic.  it was just something simple, something he enjoyed doing when he had the time, and something that could easily be talked about.  it still seemed to entertain vivace, as he grinned and explained how he was able to survive such extremes where some couldn’t, especially when entering orbit.  this was always a fun little thing to talk about.

          ❛  funnily enough, my flame out ability came with bonuses.  for one, my frame is never really cold.  it’s like a consistent warmth and it’s great!  especially because i’m a speedster frame, being lighter ‘n’ all.  and i also have a higher resistance to heat!  cool, right?  ❜

what a great start.

he watched vivace smile and listen, like she was really interested in what he had to say.  it was a great feeling, being heard, listened to and finding everything he said enjoyable.  sometimes he wondered why he didn’t have the same effect on other people, but it didn’t really matter to him now.  he was instead focused on how she reacted;  it was like she enjoyed the topic.  his servo soon reached for her hand, idly, a little nervous to see how she’d react.  it paid off to watch as she took his servo delicately.  a smile soon crossed his face as digits slowly intertwined with hers, body leaning slowly toward her.  he had hoped to say some sort of smart comment, something for her to laugh at, but he had forgotten it.  this would have to do.

he gently pressed his lips against her own, servo gently squeezing her own as optics slowly shut off, leaving him to succumb to his feelings.  pulses of affection and happiness mingle from his emf, free servo slowly making its way to very lightly cup one side of her face.  little brushes of his thumb over her cheek complimented the emotional kiss, the galaxy disappearing from his mind, his entire focus now on the kiss itself.  where it had only been seconds, it had felt like an eternity, as the prime slowly moved back to look at her contently.

          ❛  for the record?  i really like you more than a friend too, vivvie.  ❜

[iincandcscence-a-blog]

🌟🌟

» MEME:  relationship headcanons.  ||  accepting.

Rodimus and Vivace are the power couple on the Lost Light; they feed off each other’s emotions, and with their interests both in the same place, they tend to (and will) spend most of their time together. It’s amazing what they’re capable of when they’re together on the battlefield, and furthermore to watch them as they tell each other funny stories just to get the other to laugh. It’s a pure, loving relationship and it’s something a lot of people are jealous of. They hardly argue between each other unless it’s playful, they both spend more time than they’d admit to doing what it takes to make the other happy and overall, they are both incredibly open to one another. Rodimus holds no secrets of his life to Vivace and he trusts that she is somewhat the same.

However, such a pure love can easily be tainted. While their bond is incredibly strong, they think with their spark more than they would with their processors. If someone was to feed either of them lies about the other, set it up in such a way where it is convincing enough to believe, either of them could go off on a tangent. It can end in disaster. In a way, it is like a Shakespearean tragedy; even if it isn’t by an outer source that turns them on each other, if either were to die, such a tragedy involving both to die can still occur.

Whether they be wrongly accused that leads them both to death, or one dies and the other follows out of grief and sorrow, their love for each other is unbreakable. This is their only weakness in the relationship and neither of them would truly care to admit it.

Rodimus is, surprisingly, the one to deflect any and all questions regarding painful scenarios; what if Vivace died? What would he do then? Would he truly move on from her or would he be saddened for the rest of his life? What if she was instead hurt? Would he blame himself? He knows his answers. He knows what he would do if any harm had come to her, or she had died; he would be deeply saddened by his inability to protect her, even as a Prime. If she died and their bond shattered, he’d barely cope with that, no less trying to live without her.

And so, not only could that love be tainted with false accusations and whispered rumors; that love is so intense that both will fall when one does first.