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Good news and bad news: I have finished rewatching all of Gen 1's Transformers season one and two...Which leads me to buying tickets for the movie's rerelease...
I know what happens in the movie, I'm just dreading seeing it on the big screen! At least it's only for the first 15 to 20 minutes and I can deal with the rest of it ^^;
Wish me luck come September! I'll even bring my Soundkitty plush for comfort!
Yeah, I’ll be driving to Murfreesboro to watch it since nothing local is showing it, but D-16 is going with me next month lol And @irreproduciblemagnet sent me this… Galaxy 12 is going to have Stealth Megs 💕 yum
Interludes
Stealth Bomber Megatron x Reader
• Letting the noise of the bar sink into him, this isn’t the after he’d imagined. Nothing about it like anything he’d have chosen for his people. But scanning the crowded, noisy space, he sees former Decepticons and Autobots mingling with humans. With each other. Rumbling as he spots you drifting back to his corner booth, he vents and bookmarks his place in his book as you slide a glass of energon his way. And then set a glittery, abomination of mica and engex in front of him. “I didn’t order that,” he growls, lip curling and you grin. ‘It’s from the couple at the table over there,’ you say, voice teasing as you incline your head their way and his optics narrow. ‘I think they’re trying to spice up their marriage.’ Plating barely lifting as he looks at the two humans and one hesitantly waves, he growls. “Send it back,” he mutters, turning back to his book. “Please.”
• Smiling as you put the engex back on your tray, you linger and he glances up at you. “What chapter are you on?” You ask, nodding at his book and those red optics lift to meet your eyes. His alien features serious and handsome. ‘Chapter eight,’ he answers and you adjust your tray against yourself. Had started asking what he was reading and then getting the same book to read because you’d been curious about the quiet, former warlord who never mingles, never drinks, just watches everything with a faint frown. Here but separate from everything. “I’m never catching up with you,” you sigh, turning away.
• “It’s a love story, you know,” you add over your shoulder as you walk away and he clears his vents. What makes you think that? The story is clearly a mystery thriller. Tracking you as you walk back over to the table with the couple and start talking to them, you point across the bar at an Autobot. Shifting their attention away from him and he returns to his book. A love story? Shaking his head in amusement, he glances surreptitiously back at you. Seeing you smile at other humans and Cybertronians, relaxed as you move through the bar like you’re comfortable here in a way he can’t come close to being.
• Returning to the bar with more orders, you can feel the thrum of the bass when Blaster and Jazz pick up instruments and start playing together, Soundwave stepping back from the mixer to cross his arms across his chassis. But letting the two Autobots have the stage. Know there have to be old grudges, resentments, and anger, but most of them are at least trying to move on. But what about him? Megatron. Leaning on the bar as you give Swerve the drink orders, you turn and almost plow into a big mech, skin prickling as the alien slowly smiles down at you, hand wrapping around your upper arm like he thought you might fall. And then not letting go. “Aren’t you going to apologize?” He purrs, voice low and saccharine sweet as Swerve freezes, lips parted. ‘Sorry,’ You manage, forcing a smile.
• Rumbling when the Autobots playing on stage hit a sour note, his head lifts. Scanning the bar to find you out of habit and his plating lifts as he pushes to his peds with a growl. Staring at Overlord’s hand on your arm as you smile uncertainly up at the mech. And he’s striding over, growling when the other mech notices him and smiles wider. “Let go of the human,” he demands and Overlord chuckles. ‘You should take better care of your toys so they don’t get broken,’ Overlord threatens, smiling lazily as he lets you go and Megatron reaches for you. Tucking you against his side as you make a soft noise of surprise.
Struggling to get this one posted - it's been a busy week!
Time passes in a series of interludes. Xiqaa and Lucanis work a contract, Illario and Aydenne are...Illario and Aydenne, and Viago brings up an uncomfortable subject. The Crows celebrate Satinalia.
A hiss sounded from just outside the window, and both men turned to see Xiqaa hoist themselves over the railing and onto the balcony. Their expression held amusement and a little disbelief.
Aydenne saluted them with his bloodied dagger.
“Aydenne de Riva. You’re following us on jobs now, too?”
“Pure coincidence, God-killer. My client asked for this wild card taken out of play. Since my regular assignment—” Aydenne bowed in Illario's direction “—has been otherwise occupied, Viago put me to work. He doesn't like idle hands, you know.” Aydenne appeared far too handsome and innocent to have killed the solidly built mercenary, but the two Lords knew better.
“It’s Ser God-killer,” Illario corrected.
Xiqaa sighed. “You know I hate that.” They looked at the two again before continuing, voice dry as dust. “Maker save me from thieves who flirt instead of steal while I’m stuck on lookout.”
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Actually re that last tag on Dani’s take aim post, I wanted to see what the actual interlude quote was so from sleeptokenmemes on Instagram:
“Hope in one hand and fear in the other.” Direct quote from the band. That’s not only Death but also what Love is. If Math and Art are making out sloppy style on the couch at a house party, Death and Love are the old married couple that own the house.
They’re the same coin. They are linked forever bc what ends Love except Death and what defeats Death except Love?
We can’t hope and yearn for one and fear the other (in either case. I know a lot of my younger years it was Love I feared and Death I hoped for). They are the same song. Dance with both.
