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*slams down your door*

I stumbled upon a song at random and I feel its very IDW2 Cyclonus and Paragon/his peanut gallery for the lyrics and I must hand it to you in case you haven't heard it!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SwLjmA5uCeg

NEW MENTAL AMV UNLOCKED

oooooooooooooooo shit you have noooooo idea how many fun little stories i'm going to be playing to this exact song on repeat. And did Cyclonus ghostwrite this song, huh? The lyrics aren't just perfect but the very tone of the song fits like a glove, so extremely emo and... idk what to describe the melody progression, but it really, really fits... To me, vibe is almost more important than lyrics sometimes but this doesn't apply when both fit perfectly wow

as a reward for feeding me with about 4 months' motivation to draw ghostly choir material i feed you back one shitty wip of angstclonus himself and undefined choir limbs... I haven't had the time to do much serious art since test season, but god dammit if this isn't gonna be a cyclonus summer with 200% more dead friends who may or may not actually be alive

I'm glad we can commiserate on the most abstract things: when things are off-center.... they get scarier

captured the uncanny valley everyone sees when they look at Ziggy [fist pump]

In which I make a whole OC solely to get manipulated into a vampiric situationship with everyone's favorite Cyberworld menace. His name is Wind Runner, he's a Eastern Dragon/bullet train triple changer, maybe one day I will post refs of him but that day is not today. But enjoy!

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Wind Runner’s vents chuffed hot steam as the last of his attackers finally retreated, the condensation dripping off his scale-tiled chassis in cooldown mode. He really wished they were closer to the ocean tile; he could really use a good swim. But his partner had insisted they come all this way to the desert edge, and he’d insisted that they had to siege that team of ground-pounders for some artifact that they had. And the two of them had won, by the way he’d had these two on the run back to whence they came. But he couldn’t lie: he was tired. Winded, dare he say.

But if he was winded, how was his–?

“Ah, scrap–Galvatron!” The triple-changer called, realizing that his fellow dragon was missing in action. “Hey! You still alive out there?”

He jogged across the sand, flinching at the grains trapping themselves in his panelling again and retreated back to the jungle brush, scoping out for his partner. “Don’t tell me you went overboard again– ah.”

And there, panting among the trees, was his companion, just as worn out as he was. But he did have that thing they’d raided for–that power-up orb that he didn’t quite understand– so he’d at least been successful in claiming his prize. The dragonformer’s optics perked up from behind his visor as Wind Runner trotted into view, and an expression of relief washed over his features.

“Oh, ya made it! I was just ‘bout to go out lookin for you, but y’seem to have found me first!” 

Wind Runner’s tail swished bashfully. “It’s nothing, I’ve got the energy to spare. You got what you were looking for, right?”

Galvatron held up the orb. “Right here. But that was a lot more of a fight than I was expectin’, sure took a lot out of me to wrestle this thing from them two bandits, heh.”

“Oh, are you low on energon? Need repairs? I can fly back to Cyber City, sneak around for a bit and grab some supplies if you–” “No, no, I’m just low on energon. Didn’t think I’d use so much–I, er, might not have enough to make it back through the jungle tile.”

“You’re that low?” Wind Runner’s spark sank a little. Had this expedition really been worth it? “Scrap, you should’ve regrouped with me, I could’ve helped you. But no matter. I can find us a challenge. Get your levels back up a bit, even if it means I gotta lose a little energon to do so.”

“It’s not worth the risk. If it’s something like those damn shooter games again, well…” He rubbed the side of his helm sheepishly. “Look, there’s… another way I’ve got of doin’ an energon transfer. It’s a bit of a last-resort kinda thing, but…”

“Oh. That’s fine, as long as it works, I’d be happy to–” Wind Runner started, and immediately recoiled over his words as Galvatron opened his mouth, flashing a pair of pointed dentae that looked as sharp as knives. “Holy scrap! Hold–hold on, wait, nononono, not as long as it works, what–”

“Hey, hey, quit runnin’ your engines, it’s not–”

“You are not going to bite a chunk out of my frame!”

“These aren’t for that kinda bitin’-!” Galvatron flailed his hands uselessly, trying to calm him down. “They’re more like, er, injection needles. They just insert into a fuel line and just extract a lil’ energon. See why I said this was a last resort?”

“That doesn’t make it better! You’re not going to bite me, because that’s weird. I’m not keen on being bitten.” Wind Runner said, crossing his arms from a much larger distance than he had been standing before. “Just hang on. I’ll find us a challenge to beat. I’ll even roll over and let you lose, m’kay? Just don’t–”

“And what about me in the meantime? It might be cycles. I might not have that kinda time, Wind Runner. Come on, I don’t like this any more than you do, I just need a little to keep me goin’- are ya really gonna make me beg? Please, Wind Runner, do your partner a favor?”

The triple-changer dared peek through upturned optics at the somber, beseeching expression on his partner’s face, and sighed deeply. If only this damn dragon wasn’t so good at making him feel bad-!

“... Ggghh. Just a little, right? Like what, one level? Two?” He finally cracked, trying not to look down at his companion’s lips, and the horrors he housed within. “I have six levels on me now. You can have two.”

“That’ll do just fine, thank you, Wind’~!” And instantly, the dragon’s desperate facade melted away with the little leap in his step as he bounded over to the triple-changer. “I really, really owe you one!”

“We’re a team, it’s what we do, right? But, um, what fuel line are you going to…”

Galvatron looked him over, optics scanning him curiously, almost hungrily. “There’s not a lot of exposed lines to choose from, in my experience. With a ‘bot like you, the only one might be on the neck.”

“The neck? Are you sure? You can’t just, I don’t know, bite my finger or something?” Wind Runner said nervously, taking a step back in apprehension. “The neck’s kinda close to my, um, everything.”

“Like I said, last resort. This’s a delicate operation, I wouldn’t want one of these breakin’ off inside of ya.” Galvatron said, taking a step forward, his fangs bared in demonstration. “I promise t’be gentle. I would never hurt ya, you trust me, right?”

“Yeah…” Wind Runner took another step back instinctually, only for his back to butt up against the trunk of one of the jungle trees. “Yeah. I trust you.”

“Good. We’re on the same team here. It’ll be better if I have enough energy to fight, so you don’t have to do all the defendin’, right?” The little smile on his lips only looked all the more ominous as one purple hand reached up to tilt his head up, baring his neck and all of its cabling for Galvatron to access. “This’ll only take a moment, just don’t think about it too hard, ‘lright?”

Wind Runner opened his mouth to say something. But the words died in his throat as two pinpricks of steel plunged in, sinking into the soft mesh of his fuel lines, and Galvatron began to drink. 

He could see, out of the corner of his optics, the particles of energon slithering from his frame to his companion’s, accompanying a new, peculiar feeling, of fuel flowing from his frame, up and out through the puncture not unlike the disappointing vertigo of energon loss after a failed challenge, but much more localized, and much, much more dizzying. He was suddenly quite thankful for the tree behind him, bracing his back against something heavy and stable while his partner refueled, the hot pressure of those fangs stabbing into his neck dissipating into an uncomfortable ache.

He hated this sensation–worried that one small movement, and those fangs would tear a hole in his most delicate lines that could not be patched, that he was being held at the complete mercy of his fellow dragon, as vulnerable as he could ever be. And Galvatron was so close, his body almost completely pressed up against his, so much so that he could hear the quiet suction of his oral siphons swallowing up his precious fuel, bit by bit, level by level.

Scrap, his levels. He glanced up from Galvatron to his HUD and he was–level 3? That was enough, Galvatron had already taken too much, and he tried to will his mouth open to warn the dragon, but like the energon in his frame, even that willpower siphoned away, replaced by a cold, heavy draping feeling of fear. If he even tried to talk, it might exacerbate the holes in his fuel line, tearing them loose. And what if Galvatron simply didn’t pull away? But he trusted Galvatron, didn’t he? Why couldn’t he place his faith in the mech–why was he so uneasy about this?

His energon levels dropped to 2, and the uncomfortable sensation of fuel being pulled through the wound grew ever more dizzying, as his knees started to shake. But he could not fall–he could feel his partner’s frame pressed against his body, holding him aloft, feel the blazing stare of yellow optics on his frame, the mouth around his neck heating his metal hot as a foundry. He managed to muster up just enough strength to bring his arm up carefully, shakily, and grab Galvatron by the shoulder, tapping him twice in desperation, a silent plea to stop, please stop, hoping he’d take the hint. 

And yet Galvatron did not stop. Why did it feel like he’d leaned closer? Wind Runner gasped through his vents, a silent, strangled scream for help, fingers scrabbling desperately against the dragon’s arm plating. His vision was going blurry. That really, really wasn’t good–he was in trouble. He might black out, he thought through muddled panic, with that feeling of vertigo only growing by the second. He needed Galvatron to stop, the edges of blackness creeping into his HUD, which was flashing urgent, red warning signs across every inch that he could barely even read–

And as quick as it had been forced upon him, those fangs retracted with the rest of his companion’s body, and his frame dropped from its place against the tree to the floor in a heap, just barely clinging to consciousness. The purple frame of his companion blurred in and out of view for a minute, and then another, till finally it stooped down into his vision as his optics began to focus again.

“You alright down there?”

“Y-you–” Wind Runner would have kicked the bot in the shins if he had the energy to. It was taking all that he had not to cuss the mech out in a tirade of frenzied profanities. “You took too much.” 

Galvatron’s optics widened in some form of concern. “Aw, did I? I’m sorry, Wind’, I– I really didn’t mean to, I must’ve got caught up in it, I’m really, really sorry…”

If he’d had more energon, or even less, perhaps he would have had it in him to stay mad. But there was nothing left inside Wind Runner to fight back, and Galvatron’s piteous keenings filled the void in him, till there wasn’t enough of that terror left in him to be angry about it. He really did seem remorseful, as he extended a hand, pulling him to his pedes shakily. 

“Mgh. ‘S the last time you’re ever going to do an energon transfer like that with me. I feel awful.” He looked at his HUD again. Level 1. He was all but out of energon now–not enough to feel comfortable flying back in dragon form. The prospect of a nice swim in the ocean tile felt like a distant idea. “You took me down to Level 1.”

“I really didn’t mean it. Next time, tell me if I’m gettin’ you low, alright?” His companion crooned, patting him on the shoulder heavily. Somehow Wind Runner didn’t quite believe he meant either of those statements fully, but Galvatron was already turning away, gesturing him forth back towards the path through the jungle, and he didn’t have it in him to argue back. Not now, at least. “Here, I’ll lead this time and look out for trouble. There’s a dungeon in this tile we need to find, and I don’t figure it’ll be an easy trek. Keep close, won’tcha? Wouldn’t want you gettin’ lost…”