Hiii!
I was wondering if u can do hazard dating fem!reader who was in a really bad abusive relationship that she’s having a ptsd attack but thank fully hazards there to comfort reader 🫶
If ur uncomfortable doing this that’s ok!
Omg hey hey hey. Thank you so much for the request! I had a very fun (not) time writing this because the subject is horrible but i had fun making the abuser eat absolute shit tho. If anyone is suffering from an abusive relationship please tell a trusted loved one, i know it is very hard with all the manipulation and everything but you are strong! and you can survive! You can also vent to me if you need to :) TW: Depression, Eating disorder mention, abusive ex, Story will go into detail with mental/physical abuse. PTSD attack, anxiety attack. I have never experienced PTSD attacks or seen anyone having them so i had to go off on what google offers. Sorry if its badly written!!
NOT PROOF READ!!! (3.5k words i think.) - She doesn’t know how this one big sweet hunk of a man had managed to slither his way past her walls. She thought her defenses would be good enough, she thought no one could ever get past them again. But here she is, walking hand in hand with him. He was chattering about his latest adventure with the phreak gang, being so enthusiastic while explaining every little detail. She loved to listen to him, she actually preferred that as well. She was not the one to open up easily about anything, not about her feelings, her needs, nothing. In the past she was in a relationship with this one guy she fell in love with madly. She would have done anything for him, she really loved him. And at first it seemed like he loved her as much too, their relationship was perfect. They were the sweethearts of their college, the perfect couple, always the prom king and queen. He would spoil her with gifts and compliments, he would take her on expensive dates and bring her along on family trips. Everything was just perfect… Then it all changed in a blink. He would stop showering her with compliments and gifts, obviously she wasn’t with him for the gifts and luxuries… But she also wasn’t with him for those cruel insults he would throw her way. He would insult anything she did, he would negatively comment on her appearance and weight. ‘Why aren’t you taking care of your skin as well as Stacey does? I can already see pimples forming on your cheek.’ ‘You should really start hitting the gym. You’ve gained a bit of weight. I don’t wanna be seen with a pig.’ ‘Get yourself together, I have standards to keep up.’ He would always compare her to the other popular girls, those who were the spoiled rotten kind girls. Blondes with green and blue eyes, having the latest designer clothing and bags. All of this really damaged her self-esteem, she couldn’t look at herself in the mirror anymore. All she would see was this hideous monster with all the flaws and imperfections. Worst of all was the fact she knew she should leave him, but every time she tried talking to him he would fire back at her, manipulating her into thinking she needed him and that he was only trying to help her take “better” care of herself. ‘No one would want you in that state, I'm the only one who still wants to help you!’ ‘Please. Do you seriously think any guy would want a pig like you? Be happy I'm even allowing you to stand so close to me.’
And she believed him…
She stayed together with him for at least a year after his cruel personality came to be. Though the insults were not the only problem. It didn’t take long for him to pick up on partying and drinking again with his friends. He would go out to parties, rarely taking her with him, he would make out with other women and sometimes even have one night stands with them. The audacity he had to bring them to HIS house where she also lived. It hurt her so much to see him with another woman. The first time it happened she confronted him the next morning after the random girl had left, she cried out yelling at him. “How could you do this to me???!!” The answer she was met with was a slap to her face. Her eyes wide as she held her cheek, afraid to even look at him again. He started yelling back at her, throwing his hands around in frustration. After many times of asking her to look at him he had enough and took hold of her shoulders forcing her to look at him with her shock filled gaze. “How am I supposed to live with a ridiculous girlfriend who can’t take care of herself AND can’t even fill my needs huh?!!” He yelled at her face, pushing her down on the floor, rubbing the bridge of his nose in frustration. She quickly scrambled away from him, jumping straight into her bed, crying into her pillow. Never in her life did she think he would lay his hands on her, hurt her like that. She doesn’t know why she didn’t just leave right then and there, maybe it was the months of manipulation at that point that still kept her under the roof. Or maybe it was the fact he had also gone as far as to threaten her if she ever left him. She was truly stuck and scared for her life. Her mentality had been scarred for good, she was depressed, she felt lifeless. She wanted to die, she wanted out of this situation. Her eyes were dull, no life behind them. She had developed eating disorders due to his comments and she had stopped taking care of herself all together. Her head was filled with nothing except self destructive thoughts and the need to escape this hell. The emotional abuse continued, and was even worse now. He kept on cheating on her with girls to satisfy his own needs, not bothering to even touch her in any way anymore. In his words she was too hideous to even look at. Not that she really cared honestly, she was glad he didn’t pay any attention to her, but still for some reason he didn’t kick her out. As she was one night scrolling through a social platform, looking at everyones happy lives, imagining hers could be like that as well had shen ever met her bf. She decided to go on his account, see what she was up to, what she saw made her heart break even more than it already was. He was posting a lot about her, acting as if he was her savior, making himself seem like an angel. So this is why he sometimes asked her to pose for a picture, the only
times he would give her small kisses or act sweet, the little hope she had began to get, vanished in an instant. She was only a pawn for him to use, she was a prisoner .It was during a shopping trip that the very thing she had been wishing for finally happened. Her bf had decided to take her out shopping for the first time in months, tired of seeing her in the same pair of clothes. She looked at the clothes in the thrift store, yeah he wouldn’t take her to expensive places anymore, apparently she wasn’t worth more than a few bucks to him. Not that she really cared anymore, she was never worth anything to begin with. After the very short shopping session they walked out of the store. She wasn’t really looking where she was walking and accidentally bumped into someone much bigger than her. She fell down on her ass, dropping her bag in the process. “Oh shit! My bad lassie-” The voice said, clearly someone Scottish. She looked up and oh lord the sight she saw. A very tall and frankly very muscular guy. He had blonde hair, his jawline was strong. He had a very stylish leather jacket on him, he was also pretty much half cybernetic. And his eyes… those beautiful orange-ish eyes, so full of life and energy… the complete opposite of hers. She was about to open her mouth and apologize but was cut off by her boyfriend. “Don’t apologize man, she should’ve been looking ahead.” Her boyfriend scoffed, taking hold of her arm and lifting her up rather harshly. “Cmon, apologize to him.” He demanded of her, giving her that look, she knew she would be in trouble later. “I-Im so sorry mister.. It was m-my bad.” She struggled with her words, not used to talking with other people. “It’s al’right. But are ya okay las?” He asked, one eyebrow raised a little bit after witnessing the way that man talked to her. She was surprised. Someone worried about her? Someone asking if she was okay? No no… He must be talking to her boyfriend. She was about to answer again but was stopped with a hard grip on her shoulder, making her wince. “She’s alright. Now go on mate, don't stick your nose into business that ain’t yours.” Her boyfriend said, turning her around to walk off. “Ay, wait up just a second here lass. Yer partner obviously ain’t feeling too well. And based on what I’ve seen by a minute I don’t think yer treatin’ her correct.” He said, stepping closer,
stopping her boyfriend by holding onto his shoulder. “Get your fucking hand off me. She is perfectly fine with me, right babe?” Her bf asked, threateningly. She stared between her boyfriend and the stranger. This could be her chance to escape from his constant torment and abuse, but the thought lingered, his threats made her hesitate a lot. ‘No no… (Name) this is your time. Who cares about his threats, you NEED to get out.’ Her mind would yell at her. “No.. No i'm not fine! He has been tormenting me for ages… I-I need help, please!” She said loudly, escaping from his grasp, her heart beating so fast. “You little fucking bitch! I’ll kill you-” He yelled out, about to punch her, only to be stopped by the strangers hand grasping his wrist. “Will you shut yer pus and get lost dafty.” He said, the threat evident in his voice. Her boyfriend stared at the stranger, his eyes wide. He let out a yell and went to punch the stranger, only to be met by a cybernetic hand to the face, knocking him out cold immediately. She gasped, looking away from the scene, afraid. “Sorry about that wee yin. Had to teach that scabby lass a lesson. Ya alright?” He turned to stare at her, keeping his distance, not wanting to scare the poor girl more. “I- thank you… Thank you so much…” She cried out. “It was nothin’ Could tell he wasn’t treatin’ ya right. The name’s Hazard, what about yus?” The man said, holding out a hand to give a gentle shake, if she wanted to of course. “(Name..)” She gave a weak smile, accepting the handshake.
- That all happened a good two years ago. It took a lot of time for her to open up to the idea of dating again. Hazard never pushed her into anything, nor did he really talk about wanting to be in a relationship with her directly. Of course from the day he met her, he already felt a certain pull towards her. Half a year after they met and started regularly hanging out his feelings truly became clear to him. She on the other hand felt safe for the first time in her life after they began hanging out, but the fear of it all going wrong again made her very scared and wary of everything they did together. It took her a good year before she realized she liked him, she didn’t know if she should pursue her feelings, and talk to him about him. She didn’t even know if he felt the same, she didn’t know if he would want to date someone as scared and vulnerable as her. After a long talk and feelings shared they shared a deep and meaningful hug, and they began dating slowly but surely. He assured her that every step of the way he would respect her boundaries, he would never initiate anything between them, she would have all the power. She respected that, a lot. A few months into their relationship she was ready to open up more about her past with her ex. She told him how he treated her, how her mental health suffered greatly because of him. How she was still struggling with her self esteem and mental problems because his words and actions would forever haunt her. Hazard listened through everything, gave her warm hugs whenever she started breaking down while explaining her story. Telling her it was never her fault and that her imperfections were what made her beautiful. He helped her get onto her feet, helped her with her eating disorder, getting her back to a healthy weight slowly but surely. Her hair got longer and more healthy, her bones slowly getting covered and her skin becoming more colorful. She still struggled with nightmares to this day, but whenever she woke up in tears he was there to wipe them away and calm her down. At the half year mark of their relationship she finally got the courage to kiss him, to let him hold her in a more intimate way, she loved every second of it. It had been so.. so very long since someone had loved her like Hazard did. He never went further than kissing her sweetly, he never even touched her unless she guided his hand somewhere on her body.
Her thoughts got cut off by Hazard patting her on the shoulder, pointing at the cafe they were supposed to eat at. She smiled at him and they went inside, ordering their food and going outside to eat. “Ay. I’m gonna go use the restroom real quick’ ait bonny?” Hazard smiled at her, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. “Of course darling, I'll wait out here.” She smiled at him, watching as he got up and headed into the cafe. She stared at the scenery around her, looking at all the people walking around and socializing with each other. She felt so happy with Hazard, she felt lucky that she bumped into him when she did, otherwise she feels she would still be trapped or in the worst case scenario dead. As she bit into her croissant, not really paying attention to her surroundings her ears picked up a familiar voice, her heart stopped for a moment, her eyes widening in panic. That voice… no no.. it can’t be. It can't be! She raised her gaze just slightly to see her abusive ex talking with his now possible partner. A really hot one at that, obviously he would only go for the model type girls. She stared for a moment, a mistake she would soon come to regret as his gaze wandered before landing onto her. His mood shifted, happiness turning into anger. She knew that gaze. The look he would always give her whenever he was angry or disappointed with her, the gaze he had when he laid his hands on her. He said something to the girl before walking towards her. No no no no! She panicked, immediately opening her phone and typing a panicked message to Hazard, hoping he would notice it quick enough. Her heart was racing, her anxiety skyrocketing, all the bad memories crashing down around her in an instant. She flinched as she felt a hand slam down in front of her, she almost dropped her phone in the process too but held it close. “Look what we have here. Little piggy out here eating all by herself. Still haven’t been able to let go of the treats huh? No wonder you’ve gained so much weight again!” He laughed mockingly. She couldn’t answer, she couldn’t look at him, the only thing she could do was sit completely still, eyes glued to the ground, shaking. He got irritated fast by her ignoring him, he took hold of her jaw, forcing her face to turn to him.
She screamed out alerting all the other people nearby, some of them continued on and some just stared. “Look at me when I'm talking to you bitch!” He spat at her. She refused to listen to him, this angered her ex and he was about to say something again, only to be lifted off of her into the air. She stared as Hazard held him up high by the collar of his jacket, anger filling her usually sweet and collected boyfriend. A look she had never seen before, and didn’t want to ever either. Her mind blocked out everything he yelled at her ex, she had stopped looking too, she held her head in her hands, her body shaking uncontrollably, she was about to have a breakdown. She heard the sound of a hard punch being thrown at someone and then a table getting smashed. Some people trying to get in between the fight and stop it. And as quickly as it all started it ended. Her ex was bruised and bloody on the ground, his now current girlfriend trying to wake him up, yelling profanities at Hazard. “Haud yer wheesht hackit. Yer boyfriend had it comin’ should’ve never come close to (name) again.” Hazard scoffed, before turning to (Name), seeing her in such a state broke his heart. “Come on bonny, let’s get outta here.” He said. She could only slowly nod as he took hold of her hand leading her away. The car ride was long and silent, Hazard kept looking at her, wanting to make small talk but he could tell she was in a bad place right now. As they finally arrived home she immediately got out of the car and ran inside her apartment, Hazard quickly following after. The moment she got inside her bedroom she fell to her knees breaking down completely, all the panic and years worth of memories breaking free. She cried out loudly, curling up into a small defensive ball, her body shaking like crazy. She couldn’t breathe, all she could hear and see were the memories. She could only hear her ex’s hurtful words, she could only feel the pain he inflicted on her. She was completely dissociated from the real world, being kept as a prisoner in her own memories. A few seconds felt like minutes to her. She was sweating profusely, her heart thumping against her chest.
Hazard ran into her bedroom, kneeling next to her, he didn’t know what to do. He had never seen this before, sure she had small episodes here and then but this was different. This was so much different. He tried to give her shoulder a reassuring squeeze but was met by her body twitching violently at the touch and her screaming out.
“STOP! DON’T HURT ME PLEASE!” She would yell, thinking Hazard was her ex. “No no no.. Bonny… It’s just me, you’re fine, you’re alright… I’m here.” Hazard spoke in such a sweet tone, trying to get her to calm down at least a little bit. She was still sobbing, still curled up not responsive. He didn’t give up, he talked to her through it all, he didn’t touch her, he didn’t want to trigger another reaction from her. He just talked, he told her about their old memories together having fun and laughing at stupid things. He talked to her about his gang, the things they do and the embarrassing memories of himself.
She was starting to calm down just slightly, her shaking becoming minimal, her loud cries turning into small sobs here and there. He would praise her for doing so good, for being a strong survivor. It had been almost an hour since her episode began and she was finally beginning to calm down enough for her body to relax. She wasn’t curled up into a tight ball anymore, she was still lying on the floor though, still unable to look at him.
“Yer doin’ so good wee yin. I’m proud of ya.” Hazard smiled, breathing out a sigh of relief.
“H-hazard..?” She mumbled out weakly, lifting herself up just slightly to look at him.
“Yeah bonny? I’m here, whateva you need I’ll get it for ya” Hazard said.
“D-Don’t leave me… please just.. just hold me.” She begged.
He didn’t need to be told twice, he didn’t even need to answer as his hands found themselves around her waist, pulling her into his embrace. She sat on his lap, her face in his bare chest, listening to his calm heartbeat, the warmth of his skin soothing her. His hands rubbed her back lovingly, whispering quiet praises into her ear. Her sobs disappeared completely, her body was now relaxed, her heart no longer racing and thumping against her chest. She could feel herself succumbing to fatigue, her vision slowly blacking.
“Tired.. I'm so tired…” She mumbled against his chest.
“I got ya. Let’s get into bed a‘right hun.” Hazard said, as he lifted her from the ground, holding her close.
He got into bed, still holding her close to her, having her almost on top of him. He pulled the covers over her and stared at the top of her head, giving her a small kiss to calm her down more. “Im never leaving yer side alright? Sleep well bonny.” He mumbled, still giving gentle rubs on her back. She felt safe, she could sleep without worrying about anything. She knew Hazard was a good man, she let sleep take her into dreamland. And for the first time in a long long time she did not see nightmares. She only saw Hazard in her dreams, she saw dreams of their future, living out their days together in happiness. A smile decorated her face, a sight that made Hazard's heart jump in happiness. He truly loved this woman to bits, he would do anything for her, Anything.
- our little green flag bf.
shadow and rouge comix (i am not a comic artist)
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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Genji x gender neutral reader
Part 2 of journey to forget
Part 1 // Part 2 (you are here) // Part 3
Challenge (day 5: regret)
Requested: No
Word Count: 896
Overtime, Genji and (y/n) had become friends.
Genji felt bad not telling them who he was, but he was still afraid. Their relationship back in Blackwatch wasn’t at all nice.
Genji had envied them. They were high in Blackwatch’s ranks, charismatic and athletic, and had always managed to win against him at sparring.
Not to mention their beauty.
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Seconda puntata speciale. Oggi infatti è il compleanno di @jazzluca e pertanto la festeggerò passando sotto i riflettori sul suo Autobot preferito...
NOTA: Alcune immagini non sono mie, ma vengono dal sito DeviantArt. Articolo scritto da me, con l'approvazione di @jazzluca.
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SPECIALE 2: JAZZ, un guerriero “stiloso”
Fallo con stile o non farlo affatto!, questa è la sua filosofia di vita. Un Bot dal riconoscibilissimo altmode di Porsche 935 Turbo, sempre appassionato di modi e costumi delle culture autoctone di qualunque pianeta su cui si rechi (come la nostra Terra), il cui ruolo principale è sempre rimasto quello di agente speciale e sabotatore. Abilissimo guerriero, JAZZ (Tigre da noi in Italia) è il Bot “giusto” per antonomasia, abituato appunto a fare tutto con stile. In generale, egli è il braccio destro di Optimus Prime fin da prima della partenza da Cybertroncon l’Arca, ma dopo l’esilio sulla Terra questo suo ruolo si fa altalenante, forse perché troppo occupato a immergersi nelle abitudini terrestri. Quando però la situazione lo richiede, Jazz è sempre pronto ad affrontare i Decepticon con la sua abilità e i suoi potenti altoparlanti che sparano musica a palla! Ormai all’attivo conta ben cinque apparizioni nei millemila universi Transformer, di cui almeno una nel Movie-verso, e per questo motivo entra di diritto nella Hall of Fame dei TF.
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Del G1 Jazz contiamo apparizioni nel cartone, nel film del 1986 (come membro della Base Luna Uno insieme al buon Cliffjumper) nei fumetti “classici” della Marvel e in quelli “moderni” della IDW con tanto di Spotlight, ma la popolarità del personaggio raggiunge l’apice in concomitanza dell’uscita nel 2007 del primo capitolo della saga live action di Michael Bay: sia nel suddetto lungometraggio sia nei fumetti ad esso dedicati, Jazz non si trasforma più in una Porsche ma in una Pontiac Solstice argentata, pur mantenendo però l’iconico assetto della testa con le “orecchie di gatto” e il visore, ora retrattile. In questa continuità Jazz mantiene il ruolo di primo ufficiale e il pallino nell’assimilare le culture aliene con tanto di famosa/famigerata parlantina da “figone” («Ciao, raga. Che si dice? Ganzo, questo posto... ci sto dentro!»); purtroppo, la sua sarà un’apparizione una tantum, giacché il povero Bot finirà fatalmente e letteralmente spaccato a metà dal redivivo Megatron.
Per sua fortuna, quel gran genio di Derrick J. Wyatt lo “resuscita” per un ruolo da protagonista nella sua serie capolavoro Animated, etichettandolo addirittura come membro della Guardia d’Élite di Ultra Magnus e abilissimo esperto nelle arti marziali armato di nunchuck, nonché un Bot curioso ed interessato a conoscere le culture aliene, anche quelle organiche... proprio come il G1! La cattiva notizia per noi fan italiani è che le sue gesta non vanno oltre la Stagione 2, a causa della mancata importazione della 3 in terra nostrana. E secondo The Allspark Almanac II, nella defunta Stagione 4 Jazz sarebbe stato inserito nel cast principale al posto di Prowl, così come Ironhide avrebbe sostituito Bulkhead – un palese rimando all’entourage ristretto del primo film di Bay!
L’anno seguente, in occasione della BotCon, a Jazz tocca anche una particina nell’universo speculare Shattered Glass (accompagnato addirittura dal fratello gemello Ricochet) ma nonostante adesso sia un Autobot “cattivo”, sfoggia uno schema di colori identico al G1... ehm, al G2 Jazz “buono”, stereotipato al punto che parla come il mitico B. A. Baracus della serie TV A-Team.
Il viaggio di Jazz non finisce qui. Già nella Continuità Allineata, infatti, egli copre un paio di ruoli importanti nei romanzi di Alex Irvine, nelle serie animate e nei videogiochi del dinamico duo Activision/High Moon Studios. Nel secondo caso, avremmo dovuto vederlo in azione nella serie in CGI TRANSFORMERS: Prime (con tanto di design curato dall’artista nostrano Emiliano Santalucia) e invece le nostre erano state delle speranze infrante. Per fortuna, il debutto del personaggio nelle serie moderne risale a una puntata della serie Robot in Disguise 2015, Sottoterra della Stagione 1: mandato sulla Terra dall’Alto Consiglio per indagare sull’incidente della nave-prigione Alchemor, Jazz incontra la squadra di Bumblebee, e insieme catturano l’ennesimo Decepticon fuggitivo, non senza prima aver insegnato un paio di dritte a un entusiasta Sideswipe. In questa veste, Jazz è sempre il guerriero rilassato, fermo, estroverso e giovale che abbiamo imparato a conoscere, e la sua leggendaria capacità di mantenere la calma nelle situazioni critiche è tale che gli permette di sconfiggere anche i nemici più pericolosi; ma nello stesso tempo è talmente estroverso da diventare subito simpatico agli occhi di Sideswipe, quasi come fosse un fratello maggiore! La cosa sorprendente è che l’aspetto generale del personaggio non solo è reminiscente alla controparte G1, ma possiede anche lo stesso potere dello “spettacolo di luci e suoni stordente” tipico dell’antenato originale, nonché l’inedito visore retrattile ereditato dall’omonimo Movie. Nell’e-dizione italiana, inoltre, è doppiato da Gabriele Calindri, la stessa dell’omonimo Animated, quindi potremo dire che a questo punto il cerchio si chiude, no?
Anche nella Cybertron devastata dalla Guerra nella fortunata saga di videogiochi La Battaglia per Cybertron Jazz è sempre stato un protagonista versatile: se nel primo capitolo lo vediamo solo come cameoe poi come personaggio DLC per la campagna multiplayer, nel secondo (dal titolo La Caduta di Cybertron) è addirittura coinvolto nella pericolosa missione di recupero di Grimlock nel Mare di Ruggine, accompagnato da Cliffjumper come nel film dell’86: qui il nostro amico ha come talento speciale l’utilizzo di un rampino, che gli permette non solo di spostare oggetti altrimenti troppo pesanti ma anche di issarsi da una piattaforma all’altra. In questo senso, il Jazz Cybertroniano è praticamente l’alter ego alieno del G1 con annesso l’assetto pre-terrestre del robot e del veicolo, nonché il suo “biglietto da visita” che compare tra i tanti suggerimenti durante i caricamenti del gioco!
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La domanda che sorge spontanea è: quanti modellini Jazz ha avuto nel corso della sua esistenza? Ce ne sono tantissimi: basti pensare che, considerando quelli più importanti, il G1 ne conti meno di dieci (inclusa la ristampa G2), tra modellini originali “classici” e rivisitazioni moderne. Il più “anziano” di tutti è ovviamente il G1 del 1984, o meglio il Diaclone dell’anno precedente, lo stesso modellino che l’italiana GIG importò dal Giappone insieme ai primissimi TF con i nomi italianizzati, appunto, e Jazz fu uno dei primi ad essere pubblicizzato – ricordate gli spot sul retro dei numeri di Topolino dell’epoca? Non solo, rilasciò anche un gift set chiamato Set Commandos con le figure di Jazz, Bumblebee, Grimlock e Starscream, e il boom classicheggiante continua negli anni 1989/90 con le serie Pretender e Action Master, rispettivamente dei robot chiusi in gusci umani a mo’ di uovo di Pasqua e action figure non trasformabili dotati delle armi e gadget più disparati. Ovviamente anche il nostro Jazz era presente in quelle linee e come Pretender era molto simpatico fin dal guscio umano munito di tuta bianca e azzurra e un casco che ricorda la testa del robot originale! Come Action Master, invece, in Italia si chiamava Bionic ed era simile per aspetto al settei del cartone animato e munito di uno skateboard che alla bisogna poteva diventare la sua arma.
Nel Duemila Jazz continua a essere un personaggio popolare, al punto da meritarsi nel 2004 un trattamento Alternator, Transformer con altmode ispirati a modelli reali di veicoli su licenza in formato die-cast, generalmente in scala 1:24. Lo storico Tigre si becca una bellissima Madza RX-8 bianca e nera, il cui stampo sarà riutilizzato per una versione rossa rilasciata per il mercato nipponico. Tra il 2008 e il 2010, intanto, è l’epoca dei cosiddetti CHUG, cioè delle linee Classic/Henkei, Universe e Generations: qui Jazz esce in due varianti, un adorabile Universe Legends purtroppo senza accessori (ma molto somigliante al G1) e un Deluxe altrettanto bello, capostipite dei Reveal the Shield della linea Transformers (2010) – anch’esso molto G1-esco, sebbene l’altmode è un ibrido tra la Porsche 935 Turbo dello stesso e la Pontiac Solstice del Movie, nonché la pistola simile a quella del Pretender; ciononostante, è un modello considerato uno delle trasposizioni moderne più fedeli del personaggio originale, visti gli impianti stereo che fuoriescono dalle “ali” del robot che riecheggiano le tipiche armi G1!
Sul finire del 2017 viene rilasciato un modellino di Jazz per la linea Power of the Prime (terza parte della cosiddetta “Trilogia Prime”), il quale condivide caratteristiche e ingegneria simili alle action figure Combiner Wars nonostante non sia il remolddi un personaggio preesistente – anche se, in effetti, presenta la gimmik della trasformazione in un arto per Combiner. Con il suo altmodeispirato a una Porsche 962, Jazz torna dagli anni Ottanta in questa nuova veste, e non è l’unico. Tre anni dopo, arriva persino il suo tributo nella Studio Series, più precisamente nella sottolinea dedicata al 35esimo anniversario del film animato – una gradita sorpresa che di certo ha reso felice i fan di questo spettacolare Autobot. Un’unica differenza: sulle portiere è presente il numero 14 e non il 4 a causa dei diritti ancora oggi detenuti dal modellino Diaclone.
E le altre iterazioni? Il Movie Jazz di cui sopra ha ben cinque modellini diversi, tra cui un Legends, un Deluxe il cui robot lascia molto a desiderare; un altrettanto deludente Fast Action Battler e due bellissime chicche (e mezzo!). Se si desidera avere una fedele riproduzione della controparte CGI del film del 2007, la Hasbro rilascia le cosiddette “Robot Repliche”, statuine non trasformabili che riproducono fedelmente l’aspetto dei robot nei minimi dettagli... e tra questi c’è proprio Jazz, con tanto di avambracci intercambiabili! Allo stesso modo, la serie Titanium propone un’altra statuina di Jazz, questa volta in formato die-cast con articolazioni solo dalla vita in su. Per fortuna, per la serie Human Alliance del 2010, ecco che arriva il modellino “definitivo”: il Jazz di questa linea è virtualmente perfetto in entrambe le modalità, e la gimmik del visore retrattile nella testa è un bel tocco di classe davvero apprezzabile.
L’arrivo del modello Studio Series prima e del Masterpiece poi ha strappato tale primato dal suddetto modellino, e adesso siamo di fronte a una replica più grande e una più piccola del primo ufficiale Autobot che ha avuto la sfortuna di debuttare e morire nello stesso film. Lo SS Jazz è fedele e ben fatto con la carrozzeria argentata e snodato il giusto, senza rotazione del bacino ma con la possibilità di inclinare lateralmente i piedi, anche se per far ciò si porta dietro i pannelli degli stinchi. Può storcere il naso che il fatto di essere una figurepiccola, ma questo è dovuto solo per mantenere la scala con gli altri modelli della linea. E il Masterpiece? Iniziata come una riproposizione giapponese di un paio di bei giocattoloni già visti in Occidente, il ramo dedicato al Movieverse si è poi giustamente evoluto, dalla terza uscita, in ciò che dovrebbe essere, ovvero il meglio a livello di somiglianza e scala dei robot visti al cinema che devono rappresentare: questo Jazz, pertanto, è un’ottima aggiunta alla collezione dei fan del personaggio ed agli amanti dei cosiddetti “Bayformer”, grazie alla splendida somiglianza al modello in CGI ed all’alta posabilità, anche nelle dita delle mani! Magari qualche articolazione è un po’ lasca, e rispetto alle altre auto della linea non è altissimo (ma questo è per via dell’accuratezza della scala fra i robot), ma a parte ciò è davvero una piccola, grande opera d’arte.
Per la linea Animated del 2008, il Deluxe Jazz è una vera pietra miliare per il suo look a dir poco accattivante, nonché l’altmode ibrido tra la Porsche 935 Turbo dell’omonimo G1 e una Corvette anni Cinquanta. Il personaggio, poi, è caratterizzato in maniera magistrale e il colore bianco con parti nere poste in punti strategici, dona davvero l’illusione che Jazz indossa una stilosa tutina da ballerino funky, tanto alla moda in certi ambienti americani. Inoltre, più si guarda quel collo leggermente ricurvo e la parte alta del casco (che sembra quasi un berretto con visiera) convince sempre di più di quanto lo stile adottato per i personaggi Animated sia fresco e rivoluzionario e, al contempo, dannatamente compatibile e cucito addosso ai profili caratteriali dei personaggi G1 che tanto amiamo! Di quest’ottimo modello sono uscite due ristampe, il Freeway Jazz con colori ispirati alla controparte filmica e una figure esclusiva della BotCon 2011 con le fattezze dello Stunticon Dead End.
La Continuità Allineata, intanto, ci regala giusto un paio di figure col nome di Jazz, a cominciare dal bellissimo Deluxe per la linea Generations dedicata al videogioco La Caduta di Cybertron: armato di una normalissima pistola omaggiante il G1, Jazz possiede delle parti posticce quali le ruote scolpite sui piedi per esigenze di show-accuracy, poiché quelle vere sono nascoste dietro i pannelli delle braccia. Inoltre, l’assetto del torace, normalmente parallelo al terreno, è inclinato verso il basso, forse come arrangiamento per il futuro remold (pesante!) in Sideswipe. Per i RiD2015, esiste un solo modellino: un Warrior che però pecca in colorazione (corretta comunque nell’equivalente Takara Adventure) nonostante una discreta scultura in entrambe le modalità; modello che sarà lievemente modificato sulla testa per il gift set Drift Origins per la Takara.
CONCLUSIONE
Con gli anni abbiamo avuto altri Autobot “stilosi”, ma Jazz verrà ricordato come il loro capostipite e anche il più famoso. È iconico, è simpatico per la sua parlantina pseudo-giovanile e per il suo amore per la musica. Il suo ritorno in auge sarebbe ben più che gradito per gli appassionati ed è veramente rassicurante che col tempo abbiamo avuto modellini che lo raffigurano nel miglior modo possibile. Doppi pollici in su per Jazz, allora!
Arrivederci alla prossima puntata! 😘
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Hello 😊, I saw that you are accepting orders so I thought I would send one. Overwatch Genji x reader, where they have known each other and been friends since Genji joined Overwatch, so they are already well in tune with each other's feelings. Reader has a backstory like Captain America's Winter Soldier, where they killed and hurt a lot of people while in control of Talon, some of these people even being from Reader's own family, the request would basically be for Reader to be feeling down and slowly becoming isolating, a hurt & comfort where Genji goes to reader to help and at some point in their conversation reader lets go ❛ i'm scared of ending up alone. ❜. As I already said, hurt & comfort with a happy ending, Genji and Reader's relationship can be both romantic or platonic, it's up to you. (Sorry for bad english, it's not my first language)
In your second chance at living, you learn that someone cares.
✦ CONTENT: Angst with a happy/hopeful ending, hurt/comfort, blood, assassinations and violence, near-death experiences, developing relationship. ~1,7k words
✧ NOTES: Hi anon, your English is great, no worries (it’s not my first language either ehe)! Sorry this was so short TT I hope you enjoy regardless! Thank you for the request!!
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Having lived in the undercity of King’s Row for most of your life, you were far more accustomed to the dark than anyone should be. Light became unfamiliar when you were recruited into Talon; in just a short amount of time, you went from a thief to an assassin. Lurk, strike, then leave without a trace—that was how you were taught to carry out your missions. That was what your commanders expected of you. A swift slash from your blade then you’re back in the shadows, prowling the night from the rooftops.
Though you were also taught not to form any attachment or bonds, it was difficult to ignore how alone you were.
There was no camaraderie in Talon. All you had was yourself, and even then, you didn’t always trust your intuition. You couldn’t rely on Doomfist and Reyes out of fear, and you couldn’t rely on Widowmaker because she’d grown cold over the years. You had no one, and that was exacerbated in your last mission when you were presumed dead and thus abandoned.
You’d never felt more alone.
You supposed that was a fitting punishment for you. After all, you’d done the same thing to others countless of times, even those that were meant to be your loved ones. Where those people had hopes and dreams and love, the only thing you had was duty. With your failure in the last, there was nothing left. Bleeding out on the ground, you’d accepted that this was your retribution.
Dying alone, uncared for, unfound.
You were within arm’s reach away from Death itself, but when you woke, you were no longer in the rubble. Instead, you were in what seemed to be a hospital room, all cleaned and bandaged up with countless tubes and wires attached to your body. And when she stepped in, you finally realised where you were—within the territory of those you were meant to eliminate.
Dr. Angela Ziegler had stepped in with a smile, pleased to see that you were conscious. You’d been out for weeks, she said. When you asked her if she knew who you were, she replied that she did, the smile never leaving her face. It confused you. Why would she go lengths to save an enemy? A threat?
Of course, you weren’t going to be let go that easily. Soldier: 76 came to interrogate you as soon as you were able to speak again. You had nothing left to lose. You were dead to Talon, and Overwatch could grant you the mercy that is death the moment you stopped being useful.
And just like that time amid the destruction, it never came.
They’d given you a choice. A chance to live your own life, away and unaware from it all, or to join their ranks in helping the vulnerable. Neither was a good option. Even if you were freed, you didn’t have a place to go, or a place to call home. You thought you’d only be a burden as their agent as well. You weren’t trained for doing good. You were trained to kill, be a dog on a leash, not save the world. But there was a glimmer of hope deep within your chest. This was your chance of atonement.
After an arduous silence, you took it.
They had you start small, do light work while your body recovered. You assisted Mercy and Winston in the laboratory, helped Pharah take care of the firearms. Then, when the pain finally eased, you moved on to more strenuous tasks—aim training with D.Va, close combat with Brigitte. It frightened you how easily you seemed to fit into Overwatch, overwhelmingly so, and instinctively, you closed yourself off. You were expendable, just like you were to Talon. It was for your own good not to get close to anyone, no matter how friendly some of them were to you.
A part of you craved to be one of them. You wanted to return Tracer’s cheery smiles. You wanted to spend hours at the arcade with the younger agents. You craved for a semblance of friendship and normalcy, but that was a luxury you thought yourself undeserving of.
It was a quiet night, much like it had been on your last mission. The glow from the holograms illuminated the path as you made it to the training range. The headquarters was mostly asleep, but you weren’t one of them. Phantom pains in your chest kept you awake and hot flashes kept you from relaxing. You thought you could take your mind off of it if you were shooting at something. The moment of solitude didn’t last long; the cyborg ninja—Genji—slipped into the room, nearly scaring you out of your skin.
“You couldn’t sleep?”
“What do you think?” you replied dryly, cocking the gun again. “People like me aren’t meant to rest.”
He approached you, quietly watching you shoot down another target.
“If it’s restitution or closure you want, you’re looking for the wrong person,” you stated. “I can’t help you get in touch with Reyes. I’m dead to them.”
“That is not what I’m here for.” He leaned against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest. “You… are different.”
You blinked, putting down the gun as you tried to process his words in confusion.
“There is much on your shoulders.”
“Not sure how that makes me different. Everyone has their own baggage.”
“You were made into a weapon, just like I was,” Genji said. “If it is atonement you seek—”
“Let’s spar,” you interrupted, wanting to divert the topic off of you. “You can’t sleep either, can you?”
He seemed surprised—as surprised as he could look, what with the metal plating on his entire body—at your offer. Loosening his shoulders, he nodded. There wasn’t much talking after that; only grunts and the sounds of movement could be heard, but your fists spoke more than a thousand words.
Things seemed to change for you after that. You felt less stiff, more… free. You felt lighter. Suddenly participating in group activities didn’t feel as daunting as it used to. You started to welcome the playful banter from other agents. Training with Genji also became a part of your routine. You weren’t the only one with burdens, you knew just from one look at him. It seemed to be a temporary solution—a refuge—for both of you. You found yourself letting your guard down around him, finding yourself more talkative than you used to be.
He felt familiar. Where everyone was a stranger in Talon, those in Overwatch felt like a friend, even a family. You were veering into unfamiliar territory and it scared you witless. You could lose it all at any second. People like you were meant to be alone and someone else’s to command, but somehow, it felt different with them—with him.
You were friendlier to the other agents, sometimes more willing to tag along in D.Va’s antics, but Genji was something else. It was as if he understood you to your core, able to empathise with you easily. He’d only told you a little bit about his life, about the fateful duel between him and his brother, about his reconstruction. About how it had taken him a long time to be able to accept himself as he was and how you reminded him of who he was in the past.
In turn, you felt you were understanding him better as well. Eventually your time spent with Genji wasn’t limited to only sparring. You spent your time off sitting in comfortable silence with him as he polished his armour. Fighting alongside him was fun, exhilarating, and you felt more and more drawn to his presence.
A positive outcome would usually scare you. What if you lost everything right now? What if they all left you for dead, just like your previous comrades did? You told yourself it was an irrational concern and that you shouldn’t worry about the outcome, but the anxiety in your stomach kept growing. Still, it all seemed to melt away when you were with him. He was a kindred spirit, in a way. You felt seen and heard, like someone truly saw you for who you were instead of what, and it was more relieving than you’d expected.
You plopped yourself down on the floor, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. Genji, on the other hand, looked unaffected by the hours of sparring, leisurely standing in his spot.
“It’s so unfair,” you complained lightheartedly, “you’re more durable than I am. I feel like I’m running several marathons.”
He chuckled. “Perhaps we should train your endurance next.”
“You mean what Brigitte and Zarya are putting me through isn’t enough?” You raised your eyebrows. “Way to treat your friends, Genji.”
“We’re friends?”
Your blood ran cold and you paled. Were you moving too fast? You parted your lips, stammering for a bit. “Well, I mean… sorry, I just assumed—”
“I am happy to be your friend.”
“What?”
You could hear the smile in his voice. “It’s nice to see you be carefree. I was afraid you would break me when we first met.”
“You? Afraid?” You laughed and elbowed him softly. Relaxing your shoulders, you glanced back outside the window where the sky was painted in hues of blue and orange. “I don’t know. I guess it just feels new. You guys treat me like a person, not an asset. I didn’t get that treatment with Talon. For most of my life, I always thought I’d end up alone… Dying alone like I almost did that day.”
As he fell silent, you continued, “Thanks for being patient with me, Genji. You didn’t have to, but… You did, and I won’t forget that.”
“I feel we are more similar than we expected,” he said. “It was difficult for me to accept others’ kindness too, but it’s important for us.”
“Yeah,” you agreed quietly. “It really does change you, doesn’t it? I don’t remember the last time I felt this… comfortable with someone.” You glanced at him. “Do you really think I’ll absolve myself one day?”
“I do.” He turned his head towards you. “I myself am doing the same thing. We can walk down this path together.”
You smiled softly. “Yeah. We will.”
Dopo la pausa estiva, e ironia della sorte nel ponte di Halloween, riprendo la mia rubrica Heroes of Cybertron, e come al solito alternando gli Autobot con i Decepticon. Anche se questo qui non si può definirlo tale... insomma, è complicato!
NOTA: Alcune immagini non sono mie, ma vengono dal sito DeviantArt. Articolo scritto da me, con l'approvazione di @jazzluca.
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PUNTATA 6: NEMESIS PRIME, quando il tuo vero nemico è te stesso
Immaginate di essere un Autobot e di trovarvi in strada mentre state tornando alla base. È sera, fuori piove, la visibilità è scarsa. Talmente scarsa che non vi accorgete che un camion familiare vi ha appena affiancato. Penserete: “Bene, è Optimus Prime. Sono al sicuro.”... quanto vi sbagliate! Infatti, in quel momento, lo sconosciuto comincia a speronarvi cercando di mandarvi fuori strada e, prima che possiate riprendere il controllo, scoprite con orrore che quello che sembrava Optimus in realtà non è Optimus: il camion è dipinto di nero, le sue cromature sono sbiadite e ossidate, i fari brillano di un azzurro freddo come il ghiaccio e i parabrezza sono opachi e di colore rosso sangue. Inoltre, ciò che lo rende ancora più inquietante sono gli occhi rossi da Decepticon del robot! Per quanto voi gli urliate di lasciarvi in pace, lui si avvicina imperterrito e con molta freddezza vi elimina senza alcuna pietà prima di tornare da dov’era venuto.
Sembra il classico racconto a tema Halloween con i Transformer, e forse in fondo lo è, ma quello che avete appena incontrato è il protagonista di questa nuova puntata... che paradossalmente non parteggia per nessuno se non per se stesso nonostante il simbolo Decepticon sulla spalla.
NEMESIS PRIME è un autentico abominio, uno scherzo della natura, il terrore sulle sei ruote. Se devo trovare un corrispettivo fumettistico, egli rappresenta ciò che Venom è per Spider-Man: un Bot molto più terrificante di Megatron in quanto oscuro riflesso di Optimus Prime, che instilla terrore nel cuore delle vittime mentre indossa la maschera del loro eroe. È dotato di alcune abilità del Comandante Autobot, ma privo di ogni restrizione morale, più che sufficiente per seminare terrore e distruzione dovunque egli vada, anche se la sua natura varia tra un universo all’altro. Giusto per dirne tre: un clone costruito dai Decepticon nella G1; una malvagia incarnazione del futuro creata da Unicron nella recentissima serie Netflix War for Cybertron; l’alter ego à la Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde di Optimus Prime nel quinto film di Michael Bay TRANSFORMERS: L’Ultimo Cavaliere. E trattandosi di una creatura votata totalmente al Male e del tutto insensibile nei confronti della vita in generale, Nemesis è famoso anche per una più allegra e buffa caratteristica: odia a morte il Natale, come il vecchio Scrooge del Canto di Natale di Dickensiana memoria!
Tornando seri, non conosco alcuna origin story di Nemesis Prime univoca poiché in generale egli esiste solo come “un Optimus Prime ricolorato di nero” e niente più. Mancanza narrativa del tutto giustificabile, dal momento che non vedremo un personaggio con questo nome fino al 2002, nella serie Armada della Trilogia Unicron. In effetti il Latore del Caos ci mette davvero lo zampino, creando un suo docile schiavo perché compia la sua missione di araldo – o meglio, il suo “burattino”, che è anche il titolo della puntata d’esordio – e causalmente è identico a Optimus, a parte i colori scuri e l’inquietante potere di rimarginare ferite anche mortali (avete presente la scena in cui Nemesis perde letteralmente la faccia... ma che si rigenera pochi secondi dopo?). I più puristi del franchise, tra cui uno degli amministratori del nostro gruppo Facebook Autorobot.it, hanno segnalato che prima di Armada esiste già un “prototipo” di Nemesis Prime. Basterà, infatti, fare un leggero passo indietro, esattamente nella serie Robot in Disguise 2001, e troveremo Scourge, un mercenario/cacciatore di taglie col corpo di Optimus Prime e la personalità di Megatron... un personaggio talmente riuscito da essere considerato una vera spina nel fianco per gli Autobot e da meritarsi un posto nel cast del prossimo film live action TRANSFORMERS: Il Risveglio.
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La mia origin story di Nemesis Prime che io preferisco in assoluto, tuttavia, viene direttamente dai fumetti IDW di quel periodo, tra i brillanti Spotlight di Simon Furman e la parentesi G1-Azione. La storia riguarda un trisavolo dello stesso Optimus, Nova Prime, e traduce in salsa Cybertroniana il “folle volo di Ulisse” raccontato da Dante nella sua Divina Commedia; storia peraltro presente anche nel videogioco della premiata ditta Activision/High Moon Studios, TRANSFORMERS: Devastation. L’allora Comandante Autobot, proprio come l’eroe dantesco condannato nel girone dei fraudolenti, durante uno dei suoi viaggi di colonizzazione ha peccato di curiositas (come la chiamano i latini) e si è spinto ben oltre i confini dell’universo conosciuto, finendo intrappolato in un buco nero. Non è bastato il discorso in stile «Considerate le vostre radici: non siete nati per vivere come barbari, ma per seguire virtù e conoscenza» per rincuorare il suo recalcitrante equipaggio, e lo sfortunato Bot viene dato per morto. Una morte apparente, in verità, perché si è salvato dopo essere entrato in simbiosi con una malevola reliquia familiare a chi ha giocato almeno una volta a TRANSFORMERS: The Dark Spark. La IDW la chiama semplicemente “Oscurità” ma il parallelismo alla Spark Oscura videoludica è palese, così come il cosiddetto Necro-universo (il nuovo regno di Nova Prime) somiglia in modo preoccupante all’Ade, all’Oltretomba, al “Dead Space” videoludico... insomma, un regno in cui il concetto di vita in sé non è il benvenuto. E, di conseguenza, come una versione in miniatura di Unicron, la sua prossima missione è distruggere proprio quella luce... indovinate chi? Esatto, Optimus Prime e la sua Matrice del Comando.
Anche se dovessi spingermi oltre nell’alludere all’ordine delle Lanterne Nere della DC Comics (perché gli schiavi del detentore dell’Oscurità sono praticamente degli zombi!) o addirittura a quel Titano Pazzo di Thanos della Marvel, il Nemesis Prime cartaceo è molto più accattivante e tridimensionale delle deludenti versioni del personaggio qui di seguito. La migliore delle due viene dalla Continuità Allineata, apparsa una tantum nella seconda stagione di TRANSFORMERS: Prime. Tornando al bad trip che vi ho proposto all’inizio, ironicamente è la stessa situazione in cui il povero Agente Fowler si è ritrovato suo malgrado nella puntata d’esordio del nemico: «Ti è forse andata di volta la marmitta?!?», esclama, durante il suo incontro con quello che si rivelerà un costrutto artificiale della MECH, organizzazione paramilitare che ricorda troppo il gruppo Cerberusdi Mass Effect o la KSI di TRANSFORMERS: L’Era dell’Estinzione. E come tale, questo nuovo supersoldato robotico (che, guarda caso, Miko ribattezza Nemesis Prime) è frutto dell’attento studio della tecnologia Cybertroniana da parte di Silas e la sua squadra, il quale lo comanda a distanza. Sarà l’intervento di Optimus a distruggere il suo “gemello” e a porre fine – momentanea – alla vita di questa efferata organizzazione, che fino a allora era riuscita a dare filo da torcere ai Transformer.
Saltiamo ora al 2017, dieci anni dopo l’uscita del primo film live action dedicato ai Transformer, e anno di nascita del Nemesis Prime che mi ha lasciato di più l’amaro in bocca. Durante la campagna pubblicitaria della futura ultima opera TF di Michael Bay, il pubblico e i fan erano rimasti scioccati nel vedere nelle prime immagini e locandine un Optimus Prime con gli occhi viola e una “strisciata di sangue” su un lato del volto. Un errore? Una svista? Un depistaggio? No, semplicemente la verità: in L’Ultimo Cavaliere, infatti, il nostro torna inaspettatamente su Cybertron durante la sua ricerca dei fantomatici Creatori e viene letteralmente incatenato in stile La Caduta di Cybertron da un’antichissima e potentissima strega di nome Quintessa. Quest’ultima gli rivela che presto Unicron si sta ridestando e la Terra è destinata a morire in quanto Latore del Caos sotto mentite spoglie; di conseguenza, il sacrificio del pianeta riporterebbe Cybertron al suo antico splendore, o almeno in linea teorica: «Il tuo mondo è distrutto. – dice infine la strega – È redenzione che cerchi?». Optimus, con le mani legate, è costretto ad accettare e diventa di lì a poco succube di Quintessa, che lo spoglia della sua famosa purezza e lo trasforma nel riflesso oscuro di sé stesso... in pratica, da Dr. Jekyll a Mr. Hyde.
Avevo detto che tra tutte le sue incarnazioni questo è il Nemesis Prime mi ha lasciato di più l’amaro in bocca, e per questo motivo ho deciso di spendere qualche riga in più. Semplicemente, mi ha deluso sia per la poca attenzione riservata al personaggio sia per la scelta estetica di modificare solo il volto e non l’intero corpo per distinguere l’Optimus “buono” da quello “malvagio”. Confesso, però, che mi ha rabbrividito molto quel primo piano in cui chiede alla coprotagonista umana di consegnargli il Bastone di Merlino con quel modo poco gentile – il gioco di luci e ombre della scena, infatti, rendono i tipici colori di Optimus più scuri e richiamano così lo Scourge di Armada... oppure la livrea nera da sempre caratteristica del personaggio di Nemesis nella mitologia dei Transformer. La magra consolazione è che almeno le famigerate minacce «Ti uccido!» di qua e «Ti uccido!» di là hanno più senso pronunciate da questa versione del personaggio che non dal suo più mite e eroico alter ego. Dunque, ironicamente, questo Nemesis Prime è il fantasma dell’Op-timus che da La Vendetta del Caduto in avanti predica bene ma razzola male, strappando facce e minacciando di morte chi non riscuote le sue simpatie.
Di recente, visto il “successo” della controparte cinematografica, Nemesis si è ritagliato un posto anche nella Trilogia War for Cybertron di Netflix. Per non scendere troppo nel banale, quest’incarnazione altro non è che un Optimus Prime alternativo, in cui in un futuro remoto ha accettato di essere schiavo di Unicron al punto che da quel momento in poi lo vediamo al fianco dell’alter ego futuro di Megatron alias Galvatron: dunque sono loro gli antagonisti di tutta la vicenda, capaci di portare lo scontro tra le loro corrispettive controparti del presente non tanto sul piano fisico quanto su quello psicologico. Questo Nemesis Prime, quindi, rappresenta un Optimus Prime caduto nell’oscurità, non un suo clone malvagio!
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Menzione d’onore: Optimus Prime “Shattered Glass”
Non esattamente un’incarnazione di Nemesis Prime, ma credo sia doverosa fare una speciale menzione alla versione Shattered Glass di Optimus Prime, universo narrativo varato per la BotCon 2008 con l’idea di rovesciare i tipici canoni Bene/Male degli Autobot e dei Decepticon. In quest’ottica, il profilo psicologico dello storico Commander viene ribaltato completamente e ci troviamo di fronte a un dispotico leader, quindi a uno pseudo-Nemesis Prime: un Bot sadico, tirannico, crudele e ambizioso... in poche parole il Megatron di quella dimensione speculare!
Si narra che, in passato, egli fosse un archivista – in linea con quanto si vedrà nella Continuità Allineata – fatta eccezione per il nome pre-Prime. Non più “Orion Pax”, come vuole la tradizione, ma Optronix, nome citato spesso nella continuità fumettista G1 della Dreamwave. In seguito, dopo aver riunito un manipolo di cittadini guerrafondai sotto lo stendardo degli Autobot, in un momento cruciale ma non documentato Optimus Prime (nuovo nome adottato dopo aver potenziato il proprio corpo) perse la testa... per fortuna non in senso letterale! Fu infatti allora che egli impazzì e sviluppò il macabro hobby di sospendere alle pareti i cadaveri dei suoi nemici sconfitti e di rivolgere loro la parola come se fossero ancora vivi. È completamente insensibile, capace di sfoggiare severe punizioni, minacce di morte e terribili scatti di ira persino nei confronti dei suoi più fedeli sottoposti. Un personaggio che non poteva mancare nella scheda del “Prime corrotto” per antonomasia!
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Sfortunatamente essere Nemesis Prime significa relegare la propria vita come action figure a un mero “Optimus Prime ricolorato di nero” a quasi ogni uscita del suo alter ego buono. Il capostipite di questa poco felice stirpe è un Basic della linea Robot in Disguise 2001 chiamato Spy Changer Scourge, che in seguito verrà riproposto proprio come G1 Nemesis Prime qualche anno più tardi. Da qui in poi, però, è una vera e propria parata degli Optimus in nero: un Alternator, un Classic/Universe 2.0, e persino un paio di Masterpiece. Il tutto senza dimenticare l’esistenza di due versioni del personaggio apparse nella recente Trilogia War for Cybertron, entrambe ristampe del Siege Optimus Prime: la prima è un’esclusiva giapponese della Takara, la seconda fa parte dell’ondata promozionale di Earthrise venduta come “Spoiler Pack”. Particolarità di quest’ultima è la presenza di accessori familiari e ripescati dalla vetusta linea Power of the Prime e un blocco di plastilina nera in cui sono sepolti tre piccoli cubi di Energon simili a quelli presenti nel set di Ultra Magnus.
Nulla da dire anche per i modellini delle altre incarnazioni come Armada, Prime (che esiste solo come recolor della versione Arms Micron giapponese di Optimus Prime) e il Bayverse... o quasi. In quest’ultimo caso, a parte un Power Battler e gli ennesimi recolor di un Optimus Prime (il famoso “Evasion Mode” con l’altmode simil-G1 e il “cavaliere nero” esclusivo dei Toys-R-Us giapponesi) de L’Era dell’Estinzione, non esiste un Nemesis Prime giocattolo degno di questo nome. Guardando meglio, però, per la linea parallela Movie the Best del 2017 viene rilasciato un Leader ancora una volta esclusivo della Takaracon una livrea più scura, occhi viola e l’iconica “strisciata di sangue” di Quintessa. In quel periodo esce anche la linea dedicata a L’Ultimo Cavaliere e inevitabilmente anche il Voyager Optimus Prime subisce il trattamento Nemesis Prime, sottoforma di un’esclusiva Omni7 ribattezzata (con non molta fantasia) Optimus Prime oscuro. Infine, per il film spin-off di Bumblebee ritroviamo l’Evasion Mode del quarto film, anche quello ricolorato di nero ed è l’ennesima action figure a tiratura limitata – la “Legendary” giapponese, nello specifico.
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CONCLUSIONE
Nonostante tutte queste “buone qualità” narrative e la penuria di action figure degne di riscattare il personaggio, è relativamente raro incontrare una versione negativa di Optimus, perché ormai sappiamo tutti che la sua vera nemesi è e sarà sempre Megatron. Eppure, un possibile incontro-scontro tra i due Prime potrebbe essere articolato perlopiù sul piano psicologico: ci troviamo, infatti, di fronte a due distinte facce di quello che è considerato l’Eroe per antonomasia dei Transformer, e fa specie accorgerci che anche il pio Optimus possieda un lato oscuro, facendolo avvicinare sempre più a una persona in carne e ossa! Allo stesso tempo, dà l’illusione di mettere a confronto la figura bonaria e compassionevole a cui siamo ormai abituati dalla G1 in poi (quindi un Bot riluttante all’uso della forza e invece disposto a trovare la pace attraverso il dialogo) con quella controversa e violenta della saga Live Action.
Io spero solo in un nuovo modellino del personaggio una spanna sopra i suoi predecessori, purché abbia un design originale e che non sia solo l’ennesimo “Optimus in nero”!
Arrivederci alla prossima puntata! 😘
@jessica-cooper Thank you so much for these amazing drawing of my guardians (and their lovers)! They are beautiful, and one of them might be the header for a future chapter of Forbidden!
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