Im laughing so hard seaformers tarn needs to fuckin chill.. Tarn: its not a human fetish, nickel. Its a power play. You know, a display of dominance. Nickel: fuck you tarn you know damn well thats one massive lie you tell so youre not up at night realizing you bring shame to primus himself
( Melly’s Mod Notes: I’M SO GLAD TARN’S THIRST IS FUNNY. I’M TRYING VERY HARD TO MAKE IT SO.
AND I LOVE THIS DIALOGUE IT’S GREAT BUT HEAR ME OUT ANON: WHAT IF THIS HAPPENED DURING A RAID BETWEEN THE LOST LIGHT AND THE DJD? CAN YOU IMAGINE IT? BECAUSE I CAN.
Have a scenario because I love your dialogue. )
“Tarn!” Both the liaison and Tarn look over to see a small white and blue jellyfish mer swim towards the sea stump the liaison had been cornered at. “There you are!”
Nickel, the liaison realises as the little seaformer gets closer and closer. This must be their medic. The one from Prion Reefs. The one with an actual reason to hate humans considering what the BBC had done to her home.
Their stomach churns in anxiety while doing everything in their power to make them small as possible. There’s nowhere to run. There’s nowhere to hide. They’re at the mercy of Tarn and Nickel and their odds don’t look that great.
What sort of nefarious things will she ask Tarn to do to them? What terrible things will happen to them in place of all the humans who’ve done her wrong in the-
“What did I say about flaunting your disgusting human fetish in public?”
What the fuck what.
“It’s beneath you! It’s beneath us!” Nickel beings to gesticulate with both her arms and her stingers, impressing the confused and horrified liaison with how synchronised the angry and rude gestures were. “I’ve told you, time and again, to get over your stupid crush over the human but noooo. Of course you don’t listen to me, to common sense. Here you are, all but presenting your shaft for them to consider sticking in their fleshy body.”
Silence descends on the battlefield as Nickel continues to berate Tarn of all seaformers for having an inappropriate attraction towards a human.
Tarn. The Terror of the Depths. He Who Shall Tear the Flesh Asunder. That Tarn.
Ultra Magnus stops his bitter duel with Kaon, the pair staring at the direction of the shouting in wonder and horror.
Helex’s arms slacken in shock, his attempt to vore Ratchet momentarily forgotten. Ratchet uses this chance to get out of Helex’s grip and swim to Drift’s side for safety.
Megatron is suffering and not just from the poisonous wounds he received from Vos while Velocity tries (and fails) to only focus on tending Megatron’s wounds.
Nothing is said while Nickel continues, in equal measure, berate and sold and fuss over Tarn over his ’weird human phase’ for all to hear. Besides an occasional wheezing giggle that could be coming from either Rodimus or Vos, of course.
What isn’t helping matters is Tarn attempting to justify himself to the unimpressed medic.
“-Its not a human fetish, Nickel. It’s certainly not a crush!” Tarn must be grateful for his mask of possible bone with how his fins are pinned back in a display of embarrassment and submission to the little jellyfish. He gestures to the liaison and is that a sulky tone to his words? It is. It fucking is. “Its a power play. A display of dominance. An assertion of my authority.”
“You know damn well that’s one massive lie you tell so you’re not up at night realising the amount of shame you bring upon Primus himself.” Nickel’s stingers extend and wrap around Tarn’s wrist now and somehow she summons enough strength to tug Tarn along as she swims towards the only entrance/exit of the cove. “We’re going home this instant. If I have to give you all a primer on why seaformers and humans relations are bad, by Primus’ Breath I will.”
“Nickel! Ow! You stung me!”
“And that was a mild dose of my poison too, you slag-for-brains. Helex! Kaon! Tesarus! Vos! We’re going home this instant..”
“Aaaaaaw,” goes Helex, both pair of his arms thrown up in the air in frustration. “But we’re still fighting, Nickel!”
“N O W.”
The Lost Light pod can only watch as the tiniest member of the Justiceers leads the murderous inquisition away, the merpredators’ heads hanging low and fins pinned back like scolded pups.
The liaison, meanwhile, is burying their face in their hands as every thing comes to place. The kidnapping attempts. The weird speeches about keeping them as a pet. The really intense stares if they’re hiding behind Megatron.
Tarn has a crush on them.
They wonder, for what feels like the millionth time, why they hadn’t become a seaformers lawyer like their family suggested. Surely it’ll be less stupider than this.