𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖏𝖎 𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖉𝖆 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘

My own Silver the Hedgehog headcanons! 🤍

Just Silver

• As a child, it was very difficult for him to take control of his physic powers and often caused unintentional messes; this led to his family cutting him off.

• Even if he learned to enhance his abilities as he grew older, occasional outbursts were still common. Luckily a tech friend built the bracelets to keep them intact.

• In the future, there are legends about an unstoppable hero who would always save the world with his speed and endless optimism (his name was lost through time) . Silver grew up with these stories and was inspired to be like a hero too.

• The Silver which has been seen since ‘Rivals’ isn’t the same Silver from 06; he can be more calmer and doesn’t go straight to killing his foes. However, his urge for justice is still somewhat there.

• Oddly enough, Silver has met some of his friends’ descendants before. How does he know this? Either with similar looks or the families praising their ancestors as old-time heroes.

• His favourite subject to study is history, which explains his fascination for what the past was like and how he stays there for some time after helping to save it.

Silver and Blaze

• Silver doesn’t usually talk about his troubles that much, not even to his friends, but Blaze is different. She’s mature for her age like him and is a good listener.

• He’s gotten to know both Cream and Marine pretty well thanks to Blaze; from the rabbit inviting them both for tea to Blaze allowing the raccoon to visit Sonic’s dimension once.

• Whenever Silver feels afraid to return back to his time due to possible resets (this doesn’t happen often) Blaze allows him to rest in her dimension for a short while. Another chance to meet Marine as well.

• Together with his psychokinesis and her pyrokinesis, they can be the most unstoppable duo together - possibly pass the ultimate lifeform himself.

• Despite them meeting for the first time in Sweet Mountain, they have his deep feeling of something familiar about each other. They’re confused about this, but they feel safe around one another, and work greatly in battle. Hopefully someday they’ll find the answer.

Let Me Keep You

notes: genji x gender neutral s/o

written in: english, not adapted to any other language (2/06/2023)

genre: angst with comfort, happy ending.

additional details: s/o / reader will be a support character, abilities are similar to ana but with lucio’s mobility. healing is done in the form of bullets from two handguns.

the mission was meant to be relatively simple. it was a quick mission, get in and get out. blood stained their face, covering the concrete and their hands. gods, it was all over them. the blood and gore of a poor sniper lying on the ground, eyes lifeless and unseeing. their pistols laid on the ground, long since discarded as they had finished the kill. they had slaughtered this poor, poor person; all with their own hands.

white noise filled their head, static pitching in and out of their ears. they couldn’t hear anything, they couldn’t even see. the only thing they saw was that sniper who hadn’t had a single clue what was about to happen. a finger on the trigger, they hadn’t expected the attack, their rifle discarded as they fought for their life. (name) had never taken a life. despite working for a hospital turned vigilante, their foundation had been against slaughter.

crumbling to their knees, the medic clawed at their arms. blood that belonged to the long deceased covered their torso, their very face. they had taken the life of someone who had likely had children; kids who would wonder where their parent had gone. or perhaps, that sniper had been like them. a street urchin taken off the roads and forced to fight with a gun they never learned to use.

abruptly, a figure pulled them into their lap. a shriek erupted from their lips, tearing at the arms holding them so securely around the waist. yanking and clawing at those mechanical arms, it felt like they had been snatched up from the water they were drowning in. breathing raggedly, their eyes looked around the empty street, taking in the insignias of fallen talon soldiers and the overwatch members standing tall. the figure made no noise, only pulling their head to rest against their chest. the shocking cold of machinery helped to ground them, their desperate clawing slowly giving in to the embrace.

sobs emit from their chest, a guttural cry wanting so badly to just escape. “i didn’t- i swear, i swear- i didn’t kill them, i didn’t! i’m not a murderer, i promise-! i promise, i didn’t- i never meant to kill them!”

the arms around them remain there, but something cold gently pressed against the top of their head. the gentle humming of machinery seemed to lull them, warbling cries turning only to quiet murmurs. rambling phrases of guilt and horror slowly became silent. after a long while of gentle sniffles, they finally spoke, “what did you want to be when you grew up?”

it was a voice that the medic hadn’t expected. a gentle voice of a man long scorned, a thick accent covering each syllable. their hands rested atop his arms, quietly tracing the different cracks and scratches in the armor. they hesitated for a long moment, gathering their thoughts.

“i wanted to be a doctor,” they responded. a hum was what they got in response, though one of the arms slowly released them. taking one of their hands in his, he carefully runs a thumb over their knuckles. hands covered in blood, they tried to snatch their hand from him, only for his grip to tighten.

“tell me more. i want to know more about what you wanted. did you have a specific idea of what kind of doctor you wanted to be?”

they paused for a long while, watching as he carefully ran his thumb along their hand. after another minute, he pulled away, returning only with a small wipe. vaguely, they wondered if he carried them around just for this situation. was he, too, stained with the crimson ichor of others? running the wipe along their hands and arms, they slowly found the strength to speak. “i wanted to help people.”

“a noble cause, i see. am i right in assuming that you think it isn’t possible, now that you’ve taken your first life?” it felt magnetizing but appalling all the same. feeling so seen, yet by someone who’s face they’d never tried to look at. they glance up, meeting a fully metallic figure. a green visor replaced where his eyes would be, yet if possible, they could feel the gentle and genuine care he extended.

“you’d be correct. it would be difficult to save lives if you can just as easily take them.” a hum of understanding. the fingers of startling cold slowed, the wipe resting in his left hand. pausing for a long while, he gauged his words. “you are not irredeemable for taking a life. you may not have realized, but for taking it from them, you saved another’s. there are people down there that i am rather fond of… that would have been unable to escape the sniper.”

the silence was loud. as the man’s grip fell from their hand, it instead began to trace circles in their wrist. a gentle sigh escaped the visor, the front of it resting against the top of their head. “…if you would be open to it, i can make a recommendation to take you with us. with overwatch, i mean. there are people who can help you. who have helped me, even. i don’t doubt that you can forgive yourself with their aid.”

they stared forwards for a long moment, turning around in his grip to stare back at the people below the vantage point. overwatch soldiers helping to cover the dead, most even helping the civilians. they watch as a woman with brunette hair vanished for a second, reappearing cradling a child covered in dirt and grime. an omnic below them was helping to ease a woman’s sorrows, not touching her but instead speaking in words they couldn’t quite hear. their gaze locked with a man staring at them, dark eyes merely observing with something akin to pity and sympathy.

“…i’ll think on it. at least keep my name in mind though, at least until i’m ready for that recommendation.” their hand gently squeezed his arm, glancing up at him. he tilted his head, shoulders seeming to slump a bit. “of course, though i’d need that name to even bring you up.”

“(name), but i’ve been called miracle too by the foundation.” the man nods, contemplating for a long moment. with one more circle rubbed into the back of their hand, he stood, carefully settling them onto their feet once more. he backed away with a slight lingering touch. “should you ever find our headquarters and take me up on the offer, you may say that shimada genji recommended you.”

a nod, and he vanished. a piece of paper fell, caught between your fingertips. “find where the water and rocks meet, ever fighting and ever learning.” a riddle, then? this would prove to be fun, hopefully.

seeing him again was not something they expected. biding their time, sitting in the foundation and learning, they grew. they wouldn’t make the same mistakes as before, their mind and instincts sharpened. now, as they stood in the central part of kanezaka, they waited. just as they had been doing for the past six months, they waited amongst the shadows for the time to strike.

then, just as intended, the sky fell. machinery and mechanical whirling filled the air and the streets, destroying everything in sight. peeling themselves off the wall and ensuring their skates were in place, they smirked. their intel wasn’t ever wrong when it came to finishing up the omnic crisis. darting out from the alleyway, they skated ahead, peeling along the fronts of stores as they approached the army.

with a cry of war, they launched themselves forwards. their dual pistols blazing, they slipped in between attacks and falling parts. fighting omnics was something much more their style, the bloodshed being something that they’d never grow accustomed to. it was one thing destroying non-sentient omnics and another to slaughter people, after all. abruptly, their wrist was snatched. with a yelp, they were thrown through the air.

a pair of hands grabbed them around the waist, eerily familiar but ever present. the gentle questioning of a certain accent filled their ears. “do you typically get yourself into danger like this? i thought we learned from last time.” a laugh bubbled from their lips, patting one of his hands as he set them down.

“perhaps, but it’s fun regardless. do you typically follow me around in case i’m in some kind of trouble, mister shimada?” the stiffening of his shoulders served as their answer. with another laugh, they turned to the growing army of omnics. cracking their neck left and right, the medic straightened their back.

“i hope you all have room for another doctor on your team, dear.” a gentle rumble of surprised laughter. “then i certainly hope you can keep up, hanii.”

Hiii! I was wondering if I can request hazard dating hcs with a short fem!reader who likes feminine things and likes to dress in pink attire? Please and thank u 😽😽

That's such a cute idea, so sk8r boy vibes ;-; btw love your pfp, he would Disclaimer: do not copy, repost, take or feed to AI or NFTs anything I post Masterlist

He was a punk and she did ballet - Hazard x Reader

He's such a softie for you, despite his size Haz is puddy on your hands, all you need to do is bat your eyelashes at his direction that you've got whatever you want

even when you don't ask, Findley will still surprises you with plushies or fresh flowers almost every week just to see the look on your face

Your designated driver, you'll never have to drive when with him

gives you full control over the AC and radio

just don't push your luck with pop, country or funk cuz he will revoke your radio privileges if you play bad songs

Likes to pick you up and have you on his lap when busy or simply when he's stuck sitting somewhere, be it for major repairs on his prostetics or getting new tattoos

or like that time he was waiting for Susie to finish engraving some of the flowers you doodled on his shotgun arm

when he can't have on his lap Haz sits you on a counter by his side as he goes about his business

you in turn constantly drag him over by his spikes in order to steal kisses that leave him chasing your lips

Absolutelly loves pink too, one of his favorite colors bc of how bold it is, besides he thinks its cute how your pinks matches well with his purples

and he isn't about to let society dictate what colors he should or should not like bc of smt so arbritrary as gender

You once covered his right arm in sanrio and winx club stickers while he was asleep, Find then refused to take them off no matter what

he was so sad when they fell off during a fight that he picked back up those he could find and glued them on your shared room door

Findlay has the habit of putting things away on the tallest shelves since it just is more convenient for him

but even if not on purpose he does love to watch as you struggle to reach for things just for not five minutes later to have you pouting at his side asking for help

which he ofc does, though he has the smuggest look on his face as he does

A sucker for headpats!!

Will sit down in front of you hoping you get the hint and play w his hair

you're forbitten from keeping them from him tho, you must meet the daily headpat quota or he'll sulk for the rest of the day

Asks for your help with makeup, and expecially his eyeliner before taking you out on dates, he has to look good for you

he is one of those guys that actually knows how to properly put on lipbalm (so proud of him)

Regularly calls you Short Stack and will lean his elbow on your head as he pretends to look for you

Gets so flustered when you compliment him, using cute pet names and softly holding his face

full on stuttering and flushing tomato red, you weaponize it after he teases you for your height

Haz leaves his shirts lying around the room so you may steal them without knowing it was actually his plan all along

you wearing them is his favorite sight in the morning

which goes along perfectly with the lazy mornings you spend together, when he won't let you out of bed demanding some more cuddle time w his love

If you liked this pls reblog and comment so I know to write more like it reblogs >>> likes

The Thirteen Prime Zodiac

In my Embers-verse Cybertron has a pretty long history, which I’m still fleshing out, a part of that is a zodiac based on the Thirteen Primes!

By the time that the Cybertronian Autobot-Decepticon War, a.k.a. The Great War, occurs the Thirteen Primes & anything associated with them are largely considered to be myth & legend.

The Thirteen Zodiac is considered to be archaic & is largely disregarded, though there are certain groups who still pay it mind. Amongst these interested groups are scholars, the religious, mystic enthusiasts, & fans of the legends of The Thirteen.

It was once believed that a newspark’s personality and fate could be predicted through the star sign they had been born under. The star signs are as follows:

Prima - The Judge

Vector Prime - The Tempest

Alpha Prime - The Scribe

Solus Prime - The Forgemaster

Micronus Prime - The Loyal

Alchemist Prime - The Wizard

Nexus Prime - The Guardian

Onyx Prime - The Masked

Amalgamous Prime - The Trickster

Quintus Prime - The Traveler

Liege Maximo - The Deceiver

 Megatronus - The Fallen

Thirteen - The Forgotten

Below is a brief description of a few traits associated with each sign. More in depth writing concerning the traits and fates associated with each sign will come soon! As well as information concerning which signs belong to notable Cybertronians!

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Fluff for my man Genji ❤️❤️❤️

Genji Fluff HCs

(This is post Blackwatch Genji, bc I've written fluff for that Genji twice man)

For someone so badass, he can also be kind of needy

Genji is kind of like a cat, where he'll just get extra close to you and when you run your hands through his hair, the whirring of the machinery in his body makes a purr sound

So, he's basically cybernetic cat ninja?

Very cuddly, though it will take some reassuring since he thinks his body isn't viable for affection since it is mostly made from carbon fiber.

He is very wrong, it's smooth and glossy and can heat up or cool down which let me tell you now anon is super nice.

Genji, while he won't admit it, is still a gamer at heart.

Gaming nights where he'll sit on the floor with you in his lap

He used to play competitively in arcades, but he found that with you he prefers to play games where you two works as a team or just enjoy each other's company

If you don't play games, he'd still like you to join him and watch as he plays a story-based game like Witcher 3 or Dragon age

He enjoys music A LOT

You took Lucio's suggestion and asked Genji to hook up his suit to change color to the beat of the music

He loves nothing more than to goof around doing silly dance moves with his RGB suit going off

We all know, no matter how much you love Genji, he can't dance for shit. His dance emote says it all.

If it's movie night? You know he cries his ass off at Titanic

He can't sing either, but he'll clear the feels out of the air by singing Celine Dion's "My Heart Will Go On"

It's horribly out of tune, but also just utterly charming that Genji's even trying.

As a nighttime routine, he has to plug himself in to a massive industrial charger on his side of the bed forcing him to lay on his back. (Not without giving you goodnight hugs and kisses)

While Genji can't move, you however, still can.

You can lay on his chest or hold his hand, his body heating up the bed and if you fear the dark, he's a ninja nightlight to chase the shadows.

A/N: While I hate playing against him, he is cute to write.

Requests: CLOSED

Thank you @theisolatedsystem​ for showing me this one.  Reminded me of Cayde and Ais at their wedding, especially the way Cayde looks in the suit! It’s almost exactly as I pictured him! ❤️This is just stunning!

Art not mine.  Found here: https://twitter.com/Hugo_hogu01010/status/1343114620601393152

Ok consider this... Hazard gets sick and refuses to admit he needs to be cared for until he all but passes out from fever and then gets all flustered and sappy when his S/O starts doting on him and forcing him to lay down and rest.

Fever

Hazard x Reader

A/N: Writing this as I have a cold is great therapy ngl anon, nice ol’ blanket and some soup.

Summary: some of the phreaks have been noticing that hazard hasn’t been taking care of himself lately…even when he’s sick

Hazard was as stubborn as a mule—and twice as proud. You’d noticed something was off for days now. His usual sharp movements had grown sluggish, his voice rougher, and his face was a permanent shade of red. But every time you tried to confront him, he’d brush it off with some gruff excuse.

It wasn’t until Boomslang, ever the watchful eye, cornered you in the hallway that you realized just how bad it had gotten.

“Hey” she called, her voice calm but firm. She crossed her arms, leaning against the wall. “I think you need to check on Hazard.”

You blinked at her, confused. “Why? What happened?”

“He’s been sick for days” she said, her expression unreadable. “I told him to rest, but of course, he blew me off. I saw him nearly fall earlier. He’s too stubborn to admit he needs help.”

“That does sound like him” you muttered, already heading toward where you’d last seen him.

Boomslang called after you, her tone dry. “Good luck. He’s impossible.”

When you found Hazard, he was exactly where you expected—still working, hunched over a desk with sweat dripping from his temple. His movements were jerky, and his shoulders sagged under what seemed like the weight of the world.

“Hazard” you said, stepping into the room.

“I’m busy” he snapped, not even looking up.

“You’re sick” you countered, your voice firm.

“I’m fine” he barked, his thick Scottish brogue rougher than usual. His accent always deepened when he was agitated, and now it rolled off him in waves. “I’ve nae got time fer this. There’s work tae be done.”

“You can’t even stand straight” you said, moving closer. “Boomslang told me you nearly fell earlier.”

His glare could’ve melted steel. “That wee tattletale’s got nae business stickin’ her nose in! I told her I dinnae need help, an’ I dinnae need yours either.”

You didn’t argue with him. Not yet. You just stood there, arms crossed, watching him sway on his feet like a leaf in the wind. His pride was his worst enemy, and you knew the only way to break through it was to let him run himself into the ground—literally.

It didn’t take long. Not five minutes later he stumbled mid-step, his knees buckling as his body gave out. You darted forward, catching him before he hit the ground.

“Jesus, Hazard!” you snapped, lowering him onto the couch. “What did I told you?”

His eyelids fluttered open, his gaze unfocused but still defiant. “Ach, dinnae fuss over me” he muttered weakly. “It’s just a wee fever.”

“A ‘wee fever’ doesn’t make people pass out” you shot back, pressing a cool cloth to his forehead.

He flinched at the touch, his face flushing even more. “I’m nae some bairn who needs coddlin’” he grumbled, though his voice lacked any real bite.

“Well, you’re acting like one” you said, dabbing at his sweat-soaked skin. “You should’ve come to me, Boomslang or hell even Susie the moment you started feeling like this. But no, you had to be all macho man about it.”

Hazard groaned, his arm draping over his eyes as though to block out your scolding. “Yer nae gonna let this go, are ye?”

“Not a chance” you said, your tone softening. “You scared me, Hazard. You can’t keep pushing yourself like this.”

For once, he didn’t argue. Instead, he let out a resigned sigh, his brogue softer now. “Yer too good tae me, love. I dinnae deserve it.”

“You deserve to be cared for” you said firmly, brushing a strand of damp hair from his face.

His cheeks darkened, though whether it was from the fever or embarrassment, you couldn’t tell. “Ye’ve got a way of makin’ a man feel like a right fool, ye know that?”

“Good” you replied with a smirk. “Now, shut up and rest you big baby.”

He huffed, muttering something under his breath in Gaelic, but he didn’t fight you. As the fever began to break, he mumbled a quiet, “Thank ye” before drifting off to sleep.

Boomslang was right—he was handy work. But he was your handy, and you weren’t going to let him go through this alone.

Gone

Requested: Oh my god please, PLEASE make a small angsty one shot with cayde. The forsaken trailer killed my little small heart and brought my whole mood back down to just-curl-up-in-a-ball-and-cry town…

A/N: Okay, first of all…SAME. Second, I refused to accept this but I guess it’s time to cope with writing. And yes, reader and Cayde are married because it makes it more dramatic. (Also I don’t know that much about Forsaken so sry if it’s confusing or wrong)

Song: Listen to “I Found” by Amber Run if you want to sob with me. 

The last thing you see before blacking out is Cayde-6. The battle is roaring around you, and you were finally able to take down your opponent. When you saw there were no targets to engage near you, you instinctively look for your husband. You find his flaming figure quickly, shooting down dark figures around him. A sense of pride rushes through you. A slight smile forms on your lips.

Then you feel an impact against the back of your skull, and the world goes dark.

When you come to, the world is on fire. Smoke fills your lungs. Flames dance above you. Your body feels numb, your limbs glued to the ground. Panic grips you, until you feel a tingling sensation at your fingertips. Not paralyzed, just knocked down.

You let your eyes roam around the battle scene. A darkness grips you when you see your fellow comrades lying on the ground, dead. No one is standing. Your heart seizes in your chest, wondering where Cayde is. Your field of vision doesn’t yield any results, so you summon all the energy you can to scooch your head to the side.

Your heart stops when you see your husband kneeling on the ground, his face half scorched and destroyed. A tall figured looms over him, and you can barely make out the glowing eyes behind the hood. But you can see enough to know it’s Uldren Sov.

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Dating Genji Shimada

First of all, sorry for being dead. Just so you know, I didn’t decide stop writing or anything like that, lately my motivation was shit even tho I had some idea what I should write about. And last two week been pretty stressful for me. Changing the subject, I’m adding Overwatch to my masterlist. Don’t be surprised if now it’s gonna be more ow than marvel, cuz I’m playing this game a lot and I’ obsessed with Genji and I main him even tho I’m still learning how to play him. (Just like Brigitte says “Practice makes perfect”) I hope you’re going to enjoy after not getting anything from me! ^^’ 💖💖💖

✧ Genji is a romantic guy, you should definitely expect him to give you gifts for no occasion or taking you out for dates

✧ He’s very cuddly, so on day when both you don’t have to go to work, he won’t let you leave bed too early

✧ Kitchen is his place, he loves to cook and he’s absolute master at it! Got any requests? Just get him the ingredients he needs and he’ll make you your favorite dish! 

✧ Of course Genji enjoys cooking with you, byt he still prefers do it on his own 

✧ And after preparing a meal, romantic dinner is a must! Especially when you’re coming back from work and tired, dinner made by boyfriend is the thing you need

✧ Very important thing - Genji will not let you touch his weapons. Not because he doesn’t like them being touched, (of course he hates when strangers try to touch them) but he’s just afraid you would hurt yourself, na matter if you know how to use weapons or not

✧ Get ready for listening for a lot stories. About his youth, Overwatch, Blackwatch, travels and everything before he met you. He just really wants you to know him fully, because he doesn’t want to hide who he was then and who he is now

✧ He won’t admit it, but he absolutely loves when you kiss his visor. You’ll always get a giggle from him for doing so

✧ Sometimes he has bad days, because of everything that happened to him and all he needs is you, so hug him, tell him you love him and be with him when he needs you to

✧ Of course, he will be with you whenever need him. He’s also willing to leave alone if you tell him to, Genji won’t pressure anything. He knows that if want to talk about something, you’ll come to him

✧ After spending a lot of time with his master, Zenyatta, Genji learned how important is communication. He does his best to show you how necessary it is to talk. Trust me, talking with him about your relationship or just in general will make your relationship great

✧ If you ever wanted to have some late night conversations, Genji’s perfect for it. He’s not getting tired easily, because he’s cyborg and he just absolutely spending night like this

✧ Does Genji ever get jealous? Of course. He’s completely aware that you won’t cheat on him, but the way some people look at you or flirt with you, just make him wanna send them a death glare and take you away from them 

✧ He’s an amazing kisser! Genji has a lot of experience when it comes to kissing, so you won’t be disappointed. If you never kissed anyone before, he has no problem with teaching you how to do it

✧ Even though Genji is very good at kissing, his kisses can feel a little rough, because has a few scars across his lips

✧ He has some scars across his face and his body and he just loves when kiss them, because it really makes him feel loved, accepted and safe, especially after everything that happened to him

✧ You’re one of not many people who are allowed to see him without his visor, because he feels safe enough to show his face to you

✧ Sometimes when Genji wants to intimate with you (not just sex) he would take off some of his armor so you can touch his skin. It’s great for cuddles! But don’t tell anyone, it’s a secret

✧ Going shopping with him is kinda fun, kinda not. He sometimes acts like a parent. Example - “We don’t need more sweets, koibito. We got them at home." 

✧ Breakfast in bed? Oh absolutely!

✧ Of course with Genji coming to your live, his dragon Soba comes with him. She’s just as cute as her owner, but she really like to cause trouble and destroy cups, so keep them away from her

✧ Genji is a very supportive lover! He’ll support no matter what, unless your decision are harmful or illegal 

✧ If you have any problems with anxiety, depression and stuff like that, he will go to therapist with you. (unless you don’t want him to, he’ll respect your decision) He’ll also try to help the way Zenyatta helped him, so for example he’ll ask you to meditate with him 

✧ Talking about meditation - Genji meditates at least once a day. He doesn’t mind you joining, but he preferres when it’s quiet when his meditating

✧ Did I mention that Genji is a gentleman? No matter what gender you are, he’ll be a total gentleman

✧ He’s very gentle with you. Genji is sometimes afraid that he might hurt you, because he’s a cyborg. It never happened, but he’s still afraid 

✧ If you ever want to dye your hair, Genji is ready to help with it! When he was younger, he dyed his hair a lot and it was mostly bright colors, so you can say he’s an expert. Just make sure to secure most of his armor, cuz dye is not going to leave quickly 

TRACKS ( Deluxe ) War for Cybertron KINGDOM

Sono ormai tre anni che questa trilogia War for Cybertron è una vera e propria rimpatriata G1, alla quale anche i Beast Wars/Biocombat si sono autoinvitati con la scusa di festeggiare il loro venticinquesimo compleanno. E nel “minestrone” della terza parte KINGDOM può addirittura capitare di incapparsi in personaggi che non c’entrano nulla col cartone animato Netflix ma che comunque hanno fatto la storia dei TF G1 come Inferno, Huffer, i ripescati dal film del 1986 Cyclonus e Galvatron... e persino questo TRACKS, famosissimo guerriero/detective Autobot un po’ modaiolo e un po’ Narciso, protagonista delle memorabili puntate Sulle tracce di Tracks e Auto-Rock della Stagione 2. Nonostante la popolarità, di lui abbiamo avuto solo un’altra comparsata in animazione (Stagione 3 Animated, in forma Cybertroniana), così come pochissimi modellini prima del WFC, a parte il modellino originale del 1985: si conta l’Alternator, ma anche il Generations del 2010 che però era un remold di Wheeljack, per poi passare al rispettabilissimo Masterpiece del 2014 reso famigerato per lo zaino fin troppo vuoto. E il KINGDOM Deluxe che stringo tra le mani sarà forse all’altezza del predecessore?

Innanzitutto, come da tradizione, l’altmode del nostro Puma è una CHEVROLET C3 CORVETTE STINGRAY, automobile che più Anni 80 non si può: bellissima, elegante, slanciata e riconoscibile dal cofano lungo. Oddio, non è esattamente una riproduzione dell’auto reale – per quello esiste il Masterpiece, comunque – ma come appare nel settei del cartone animato originale, ovvero semi-realistica e col simbolo Autobot sul cofano racchiuso in uno “scudo” rosso uniforme che dovrebbe imitare il motivo fiammeggiante giallo e rosso tipico del giocattolo G1. Inoltre, qui di simboli Autobot ce n’è uno solo, quello del cofano appunto, e si è evitato di riproporlo anche sul tettuccio in quanto questo costituirà lo zaino del robot. Il Masterpiece invece risolveva in parte questo inconveniente nascondendo il suddetto simbolo con un pannellino a scomparsa perché l’intero abitacolo formava il busto di Tracks.

Per quanto riguarda la colorazione, in generale è un tripudio di un bel blu brillante, tranne nella plastica trasparente celeste dei vetri (lunotto, parabrezza e finestrini), nel nero delle ruote e del radiatore frontale e nell’argento dei cerchioni; a parte quello non si vedono ulteriori dettagli dipinti eccetto nelle due righe bianche sul retro... che in realtà, come vedremo, sono i timoni della Modalità Volo di Tracks, e mi dispiace che siano sì nascoste e a filo con la carrozzeria ma antiestetiche, mentre nel Masterpiece erano sottili come carta e non rovinavano le linee del modellino. E a proposito del retro, anche qui nessuna traccia di colore nei fari o nella targa, ma volendo il perno metallico sul fondo potrebbe essere scambiato per una terza marmitta dell’auto o il propulsore della modalità volante.

Trattandosi di WFC, Tracks si presenta con almeno tre/quattro porte per le armi: due sul retro e due all’altezza dei parafanghi anteriori. Qui è possibile innestare l’iconicissimo doppio lanciamissili, purtroppo completamente bianco e non con la base nera e adesivi annessi come in passato, e a sua volta presenta un foro in cima, quindi si può riporre lì anche la pistola di Tracks – il cui design è una via di mezzo tra il G1 e il Masterpiece, ovvero nera come il giocattolo ma sputata al settei. E sempre di Masterpiece si parla guardando il disguise da dieci e lode, poiché effettivamente non vi è alcuna traccia del robot neanche se lo si guarda da sotto... caso più unico che raro in modelli di questa linea! 😍

Ovviamente Tracks non sarebbe quel Tracks senza la sua celeberrima MODALITÀ VOLO, che consiste nel sollevare i timoni bianchi dal retro dell’auto, sganciare le portiere ed estrarre i moduli prima in fuori e poi paralleli ai fianchi, avendo cura di separarli dalle ali e di ruotarli di 90° (quindi con la decorazione gialla e rossa verso l’alto). In questa forma il nostro guadagna altre due porte per le armi – essendo le future braccia del robot – e l’estetica in sé è una fotocopia del Masterpiece, che a sua volta ricalca il settei. L’unico neo, parafrasando il mio collega @jazzluca, “di tutto questo ben di Primus” sono i timoni e le ali non dipinti: cioè, è troppo chiedere qualche dettaglio colorato in più per richiamare gli adesivi del G1 o, al limite, i dettagli stilizzati visti nel cartone? E non sarebbe stato un crimine, come nel Masterpiece, aggiungere dei perni per assicurare le braccia/prese d’aria ai fianchi dell’auto invece di lasciarle “penzoloni”? 😒

Vabbè... passiamo ora alla TRASFORMAZIONE, che di fatto è un copia-incolla semplificato di quella del Masterpiece. Partendo già dalla Modalità Volo, le braccia sono praticamente belle che fatte – basta solo ritrarre i timoni, ruotare in fuori le mani e portare in su le ali. Ora sganciamo i parafanghi anteriori per avere più gioco nella separazione del cofano, quindi solleviamo e ripieghiamo su se stesso l’intero blocco della cappotte, ruotiamo il tutto di 180° e agganciamolo sulla schiena. Apriamo gli stinchi e ruotiamo di 180° i piedi e i parafanghi stando attenti a non incastrarci nel bacino, quindi distendiamo le gambe e – una volta aggiustati i piedi – assicuriamo i pannelli tramite un mini-perno dietro al ginocchio. Ruotiamo il busto di 180° e slittiamo in avanti il finto petto del robot; per concludere, collassiamo il tutto via doppio perno e blocchiamo le metà superiore e inferiore tramite una clip e un perno sull’“ombelico”.

Come ROBOT Tracks, è proprio il caso di dirlo, è un piccolo capolavoro. Sputato al Masterpiece di sette anni fa con le tecnologie attuali e nella taglia di un Deluxe che è in scala con tutti i suoi colleghi WFC – tanto per essere pignoli, è alto un pelo in più dei Fratelli Lamborghini Sideswipe e Sunstreaker ma allo stesso tempo rispetto a un Optimus Prime Tracks arriva almeno sotto i pettorali. Non si tratta di un errore, anzi: il fatto di essere alto e magro rientra nei canoni del personaggio, e anche in questo caso Hasbro ha pensato bene di fare affidamento alla scala ufficiale dell’85 – quindi, direi che siamo nella media. E a proposito di settei, Puma qui sembra effettivamente uscito dal cartone animato con la tipica livrea blu-grigio/nero-bianco e la testa col casco bianco e il volto rosso fuoco, ma ha la licenza poetica dei piedi neri, mentre invece sappiamo bene che sono bicromatici grigio e blu. Inoltre, presenta dettagli scolpiti degni del G1 classico ma non colorati (come le ginocchia, i piedi o le ali, per esempio); viceversa quelli degli adesivi sui guanti e sulla cintura sono ridotti ai minimi termini; nulla da obiettare sul classico riquadro giallo col simbolo Autobot rosso sul petto, comunque! 😅

Non noto alcun difetto estetico grave, a parte il solito vuoto dello zaino... che, per carità, è già di suo abbastanza compatto e schiacciato, quindi non dà neanche tanto fastidio. Può semmai storcere il naso quello delle caviglie e delle braccia, ma ancora una volta sono difetti “funzionali”: nel primo caso, il piede non avrebbe abbastanza spazio per la trasformazione delle gambe nel cofano dell’auto; nel secondo è una caratteristica comune di molti Deluxe WFC, perché in quella cavità vanno riposte le mani durante la trasformazione. Per quanto riguarda la posabilità, il nostro può benissimo essere spacciato per un’action figure: degni di nota in tal senso, infatti, i balljoint su collo e caviglie, perni a braccia, gomiti, gambe e ginocchia (questi ultimi due possono piegare in avanti sollevando un poco il gonnellino) e, come ciliegina sulla torta, la rotazione del bacino.

E come spesso accade con questi Bot, anche Puma è tutto “bucherellato” per via delle numerose porte per armi. Dando per scontato i soliti fori alle mani, già abbiamo visto quelli sui guanti, sulla schiena e sulle gambe/parafanghi, ma dobbiamo pure menzionare anche quelli presenti su ciascuna spalla, in modo che la pistola possa essere brandita come un cannone à la Sideswipe o Wheeljack, e anche quelli immancabili sotto i piedi. Oh, e anche il foro sul cappuccio in cima alla testa, ove installare il doppio lanciamissili come vuole l’iconografia classica del personaggio.

Tornando alla domanda iniziale... sì, questo è sicuramente il meglio che Hasbro ha tirato fuori per Tracks, dopo il bel Masterpiece e l’umile Generations 2010, e ancora una volta i fan delle auto “stilose” come questa saranno sicuramente contenti di portare a casa una versione moderna della bella Corvette tanto da guardare quanto da maneggiare, con pregi che sovrastano sui difetti. Ebbene sì: il buon vecchio Puma è tornato in città, e anche stavolta ha spaccato l’obiettivo col suo stile elegante e impeccabile! 😍