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Transformers Spellbound AU: Blurr And Shockwave Snippets - Spector_Author
So, literally out of nowhere the image of fairy Blurr with a music box grabs me and forces me to write a brand new chapter. The ghost got possessed XD
Ah well. Enjoy!
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Shockwave trudged up the steps to his room, one after the other after the other after the otherâŠ
Whose idea was it to put all the student dorms at the top of every single tower?
He sighed as his wing brushed a tapestry on the wall and pushed it askew, it swung back into place in a puff of dust. He climbs more steps. It was tempting to stop and quick cast a spell to clean up the dust, if only for the sake of the cleaning sprites, butâŠ
Shockwave forced himself up more steps. Frag that.
It had been such a long day studying, writing notes, and practicing spells. Jhiaxus was a taskmaster when he wanted to be, making you repeat spells over and over again, forcing the pronunciation to perfection. Which was fair, because a spell said wrong could clean a floor but take you feet with it too. But when it gets to the point where your jaw is aching and you can see you hand shaking from rewriting and going through the motions of the spell, itâs a bit much. By the time Jhiaxus had relented and let them go to lunch, even Sentinel had been wobbling on his feet. And that was only the first half of the day.
More steps, Shockwave groaned quietly, why so many steps?
He let his wings droop. Right. Heâd asked for the extra high room for the privacy, oh his hubris.
It was a godsend right from the depths of the planet when his door swung open before him, spell reading his spark signature and welcoming him home. Shockwave let his bag drop to the floor as his feet dragged, probably putting light scrapes into the floor. He didnât care. He had one destination right now: bed. Comfy, comfy, soft wonderful bed.
âBlurr?â He called, half out of habit and half out of his mind. âYou here?â
No answer, but that wasnât unusual. He wasnât fool enough to ask where the fairy went during the day. And any other day when his armour didnât feel like it was made of the densest osmium, heâd go do a light scrying to find Blurr, but todayâŠ
Shockwave was asleep before his helm hit the pillows.
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NotesâŠ
In blackness there was⊠music?
Shockwave mumbled and swam in the nothing of dreams. Where?
The music was pretty. Soft but lyrical, he could almost hear the words, dramatic but still soothing. It was a strange tune, one heâd heard before⊠somewhere. He tried to find it without seeing, reaching out with hands made of nothing but strings of half made thoughts.
Slowly, the music surrounded him as he surfaced from sleep.
In the darkness of his room, his optics slowly lit up.
The music was still there, but fainter somehow, just on the edge of his senses. If he moved, just the rustling of his wings might break the- Hmm, break the silence or break the spell? Shockwave shelved that thought for later because as the music played something was moving on his desk. And it had his attention now.
Ages ago, heâd received a music box. The where didnât matter at present, but the box had sat on his desk since. Untouched and unplayed. It was broken which was why, a bit forgotten under the weight of studying. Shockwave had wanted to repair it one day, it seemed wrong to let such workmanship go to waste. He hadnât been able to find books on how to repair the gears that rotated the song cylinder, but the other gears worked.
The music hummed through the room softly as the figurine in the opened music box turned.
Half-heard words rose with the melody as the other tiny figure on the box took the stiffly offered hand turned with it, shimmering wings flashing in the moonlight as they twirled. Blurr was elegant as he twirled around and round, delicate and sharp.
Shockwave watched as he dipped and rose, legs smoothly moving around the music box figurine. The music floated around the room in smoky ropes as the two danced, almost tangible in how Blurr grabbed at it to wrap it around his dance partner.
The low notes settled around the figurines neck and Shockwave could swear he felt the weight around his own neck, pulling him closer. Tighter. Forward. He should-
It was only the tightest of grips of his restraint that kept him back. He wanted- He wanted to offer to be Blurrs dance partner, be the one instead of a stiff statue that held those sharply beautiful hands, be the one that wrapped an arm around a trim waist, perfectly supporting as they dipped in time with the music. Be the one to swirl the fairy around the room, watching those shimmering blue wings sway elegantly. Bring a chassis close to his and feel the heat of another living being close, gently press foreheads together as the music winds around-
The music box stuttered, the ethereal notes stuttering with it.
Shockwave blinked.
Oh. Oh!
Even from the bed he could see the tiny scowl that Blurr shot at the box. Shockwave quickly offlined his optics and pretended to shift in his sleep, rolling over to face the other wall as fuel rushed to his helm to aid him in completely overthinking. Nothing good ever came from spying on the fae, Jhiaxus had lectured that in so many lessons it was a school joke, only a fool would think he could get away with the upper hand from spying on the fae. And Blurr had not invited Shockwave to watch him, so it would be rude to continue watching, and it was not good to be rude to fae. That was about rule one- Okay, rule two actually. Rule one was never bring them home. Well, heâd broken that one pretty hard. Blurr had made himself quite at home in Shockwaveâs room and his life. And heâd looked so wonderful dancing in the moonlight-
Something creaked in the room, cutting off Shockwave thoughts. He was still blushing from the rush of fuel to his processor. What had that been?
Ah, the music had stopped⊠No it was softer now⊠barely thereâŠ
He had to concentrate to listen to it. Heâd have to go ask around to find the song, maybe Orion knew some musicians he could ask? Heâd know the song if he could memorize it nowâŠ.
Shockwaveâs blush was still there as he drifted back sleep, lulled by a melody that wasnât there.
Pulled into recharge by the barest threads of magic, dreaming dreamless dreams.
He didnât feel it when the soft brush of a hand gently caressed his cheek.
He couldnât see the sly but soft smile in the darkness. Â
He didnât feel the optics studying his face.
Blurr hummed softy. âCute~â
And Shockwave didnât register the blanket being pulled over his frame, tucked up just under his wings. Or the dip in the bed as Blurr laid down beside him, shimmering wings hanging over the edge. The moonlight falling on both of them through the window. There was a soft hiss as the curtain pulled itself over the window, putting the room into even more darkness.
âThere,â Blurr said quietly. âNo one peeping on usâŠâ His smile grew wider as he looked at Shockwaves sleeping face. ââŠHope you enjoyed the show~â Â
i got maybe the most darling comic commission request from @castielrisingabove, who wanted to see grace failing to do pushups under the combined weight of some very enthusiastic pebbles! he's okay guys, don't worry, he's just... taking a break
I made a custom transformer based on raoul from @kray-zay au I donât know the name of the au sorry
I think I did a pretty decent job but I couldâve done it way better but I hope you all like it and check out @kray-zay because I love the look of his art and his Tf au
A 30 year old Sudanese man in Belfast was charged with attempted murder by stabbing and it has unsurprisingly sparked racist riots across the city.
Migrant homes are being set on fire and people are having to be evacuated into emergency accommodation. With the youngest being a 2 month old baby. It doesnât stop there either, their cars are being set ablaze and migrant owned businesses are being destroyed.
Schools are sending pupils back home because theyâre afraid of more violence breaking out.
Itâs justâŠI donât even have words for it you know. I do hope the victim is able to heal and get justice for what happened to them.
But it doesnât warrant this.
Why is it when one white person does something wrong itâs only the individual who gets punished. But if the perpetrator happens to be of the global majority then weâre all punished for it.
Itâs not all men but somehow itâs all Black people, all immigrants, all Asians etc.
People are being burned out of their homes and for what? No one whose participating in this violence is doing it cause they care about the victim.
Theyâre just using a tragedy as fuel for their racist bullshit. It fits their narrative so theyâre going to go to town and do what they have always wanted to do.
But now suddenly feel they have a pass for.
If youâre BAME in Belfast I hope things will be okay for you. I hope all the violence dies down and you can rebuild what youâve lost. God I canât even say stay indoors anymore because thatâs not even safe anymore.
Who does this protect? Who feels safe seeing all of this? I guarantee no one does.
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