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Both Possiblites To Grow and As Luna 2 Sets' can be considered on hiatus until I regain the will to finish them. My apologies to all the lovely people who've been following them.

These fics certainly aren't dead, just. Idk. Napping for the moment.

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A little sketch of what Starscream looks like in AL2S. Recolor him orange and you've got Sunstorm.

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hey i made this fanfic writer meme. drop in my ask which one u think i am!!!!

(okay to rb!)

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YOOOOOO finally another chapter of As Luna 2 Sets! JC this took me so loooooong

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uuuuuuugh this chapter is fighting me so damn hard i was hoping to update tonight or tomorrow but uuuuuuuuuuuugh

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Update (Chapter 9)

holy FUCK guys next chapter is up, writer's block and i had a death match and i emerge victorious, and i love you all

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54, tailgate and arcee?

“Wh – what? [Name], this is serious!"

“Wh – what? Arcee, this is serious!"

The smaller blue mech rolled her optics. “I just don’t see the problem,” she muttered. “I have a weapons system! Lots of mechs do! You do!”

Tailgate shook his horned head incredulously. “Arcee, I got these blasters from surgery.” He paused for a moment. “Granted, it was not a very formal surgery. But I wasn’t forged with them!”

“I wasn’t exactly forged with sharpened blades, either!” she snapped. “Look, whatever hierarchy or system or whatever you citymechs came up with, you can leave me out of it! I’m only here because your stupid conflict reached the unspoiled parts of this planet that you should have left alone! If me having blasters is too much for you”—and her optics blazed with annoyance—“then find a new fragging partner!”

The mech stalked away, winglets raised in agitation as she muttered sullenly. Tailgate stood frozen for a long moment and then dashed forward, grabbing her pauldron. Arcee turned, still frowning. “You’re right,” he admitted. “I’m sorry. I knew there were things about you that would be different. I’m just not used to it all the way yet.” He exvented heavily. “But I will. I promise. You’re— You’re a good partner, ‘Cee. I don’t want anyone else.”

Arcee, for a nerve-racking few kliks, was silent and unreadable. Finally, she announced, “You promised me a spar this morning. Let’s teach you how to use those surgically integrated blasters of yours properly.”

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24 with Dead End (Stunticon) and Nacelle (Red, White and Blue Seeker)

I'm gonna be honest these two didn't explicitly exist in As Luna 2 Sets before this ask but I looked at their tfwiki pages and now I am in love with the idea of these feral gremlins running around on Cybertron... Here lemme bang something out, this is happening sort at the same time as Whirl, Sunstorm, and Starscream having their

(To be clear: I have not consumed any media where these two are main characters. I am writing off the wiki. So, sorry if it's ooc?)

“Well done, civvie,” Nacelle praises with a whistle and an impressed upward flick of his red and white wings. “Where the pit did you even learn to fight like that?”

Dead End, despite his usual dejected apathy, perks at the comment a little bit. “Had a pretty rowdy crèche. Racers get pretty out of whack when we’re cooped up for too long.” He frowns at the energon on his hands and tries, ineffectively, to flick it off. When that doesn’t work, he tries scrubbing it off with his servos—so Nacelle can pretty safely assume he’s never gotten them dirty quite like this before.

“Oh, don’t bother,” Nacelle advises cheerfully, transforming away his blaster. There’s many reasons he doesn’t go for servo to servo, and this is a pretty big one. “That stuff doesn’t come off except with solvent. A rowdy crèche, huh. Speedsters get inertial sickness, too?”

The racer turns his attention back to the now offlined Enforcer—some valiant protector this aft turned out to be, resorting to opportunity attacks on poor, innocent civilians and their companions. Whatever happened to nobility and ethics and whatever other slag the Praetor and the Prime (the old one, not the new one that might be fake) was spewing before they got their helms popped. “What’s inertial sickness?”

“Correct name for flight withdrawal,” Nacelle explains. “Like, when you didn’t get to fly for too long, except Smokewave would glitch the frag out if you didn't use ‘accurate terminology’ and none of us really like being whipped, so.”

Dead End cycles his optics and then exvents. “Primus, dude. But yeah, we always called that road withdrawal.”

“Whack,” Nacelle replies. “Do you think we’re almost to the Decepticon camp?”

“Maybe,” Dead End says with a shrug. “It probably doesn’t matter, the whole planet’s gonna die soon anyways. We’re already doomed.”

“Aww, chin up,” Nacelle laughs. “At least we’ve got front row seats to the bonfire. I’ve been hoping for something like this since before I could shoot straight!”

The racer rolls his optics. "You still can't shoot straight."

"Oh, excuse me, you don't even have a blaster!"

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57 with sunstorm and starscream?

“You’re trying to distract me.”

thank you anon! i went with pre canon—a good while before the fic starts. (also feel free to send more in let’s be honest i probably won’t get a lot.)

::you’re trying to distract me:: Sunstorm accuses, servos jerky with frustration and struggle. ::that’s not how aerotracks taught us::

::because aerotracks is always right:: comes the reply, the orange jet’s brother shooting him an annoyed glare, wings with a lattice of old and new lacerations flicking unhappily. ::i’m telling you connect the a hook and the c eye and the e shaft attaches better::

Starscream rolls his optics when Sunstorm just grimaces harder and keeps trying to jam together two very uncooperating parts. The rifle had come apart fine, (unclear why they fragging needed to know how to work with them, since their integrated weapons are supposed to be better or better than anything a factory could mass produce,) but when Aerotracks had begun her explanation of the reassembly, she had very bizarrely given them an order that wasn’t the reverse of the disassembly. To Starscream’s processor, there was no clear reason why, and even the Minder seemed to have to brute force the hook and eye together, so he’d tried the perfect reverse and was pleased to find it fit together much smoother—at least, he was pleased until his brother decided to ignore his brilliant advice.

For Aerotracks, even; he could excuse it if it was Afterblades, he’s rarely as enthusiastic about punishing them, and even Roadwatch displays that she has a functioning processor on a regular basis. Not so with Aerotracks, whose favorite activity seems to be wildly swinging between the stupid and the aft in stupidaft.

Either way, Starscream doesn’t have to restle with his stupid rifle like the rest of the crèche, and he grins smugly when he finishes first, leaning back from the shared worktable.

“What the frag?” Acidstorm demands quietly, and Starscream is pretty sure that the poor Seeker had broken hers. “What the frag.”

He finds some mean humor in the way Sunstorm, denta clenched, sweeps his optics slowly between Acidstorm’s sad rifle barrel and his brother’s perfect, completed firearm. Finally, he exvents slowly and brushes their wings together in apology. Starscream receives a concise ::how did you say you did that again:: and it makes him grin mischeviously.

::i thought you decided aerotracks was an infallible genius::

::star please::

Well, Starscream can never say no to his twin, not when he’s called ‘Star’ and his spark goes all {fuzzy;happy}. He, admittedly smugly, obliges.

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(Character list I would prefer due to their importance in AL2S: Starscream, Sunstorm, Whirl, Brainstorm, Ratchet, Arcee, Bumblebee, Wheeljack, Bulkhead, Jazz, Prowl, Slipstream, Dreadwing, Tailgate, OP, Preceptor, and Bulkhead.)

75 random dialogue prompts.

feel free to change pronouns as you’d like; no need for credit.

“Why…why did you just take off your shirt?“ 

“Please don’t scare me like that ever again.” 

“I couldn’t live without you.” 

“As long as you’re breathing, standing here with me, nothing else matters.” 

“You see, this is the part where you tell me you’re proud of me.” 

“Why’d you run away?”

“Do you need anything else?” 

“Say something. Are you hurt?” 

“God, I’m so angry I could just hit someone.”

“I’m yours, in every way possible.” 

“I don’t need anything more from you.” 

“He has his heart set on it, trust me.“ 

"You…do not look happy." 

"If you truly believe you can get me out of bed before ten a.m. then you’re delusional." 

"You’re all drugged up. You don’t know what you’re saying." 

"Thank you, Captain Obvious.”

“Funny. And by funny, I mean not funny at all." 

"God, why couldn’t I have taken more weight lifting classes.”

“He’s always done his best to keep your hands clean, keep that innocence intact." 

"You’re not making it easy on me right now.”

“Sometimes I think you have a deathwish." 

"Your idea of torture is withholding dessert after dinner." 

"I’m kidding, sheesh." 

"Well done, you." 

"You have until the count of three to remove your arms from my person, or so help me…!" 

"Yeah, like I haven’t heard that one before." 

"I know where you sleep.” 

"You keep him on his toes." 

"Hello, nice to meet you…sort of." 

"That’s unnervingly on point." 

"You two are the closest thing I have to a television." 

"Stop! Please, stop! You’re going to kill her!" 

"I’d be safer facing off a pack of wolves." 

"If you’re going, I’m going.”

“Whoa. Easy, easy. I’ve got you.”

“When I say run, that means keep running." 

"You got me, and I’m not so bad, right?" 

“Why didn’t you answer your phone?” 

"Come back here. Don’t do this… Come back here right now! Come back…" 

"Thought I told you to stay by my side, eh?" 

"It’s like watching a chihuahua provoke a rottweiler." 

"She has the heart of a lion." 

"Come on, it’s me. I’m good at this sort of stuff, remember?" 

"That is my choice! My decision to make, not yours! Not anyone else’s! Mine!" 

"Now, before you get upset, I didn’t lie to you. I just…failed to mention it." 

"You are out of your mind.”

“Tell me what you want me to do." 

"And even if you don’t feel the same, that’s okay - I’m always going to be here for you." 

"And before you say anything, a ‘no’ would be a very poor answer.”

“God, I love you.”  

“What? You want my heart? My soul? Go head, take them. Take everything I have.” 

“Does my being half-naked bother you?” 

“I wasn’t going to do anything until you wanted me to.” 

“Wh – what? [Name], this is serious!" 

"Hush, now. He is a nice boy, but a boy he still is." 

“I can’t willingly or unwillingly ever bear to leave your side.” 

“You’re trying to distract me.” 

“Well, this moment certainly got away from me.” 

“You can’t do that to me.” 

"You move, he moves.”

“You can have it, because I don’t want it without you." 

"Take it, it’s fine.”

“If you need it, you take it. What’s mine is yours.”

“I am very young, very foolish, and very in love with you.” 

“Of course you’re tired, you haven’t slept in two days.” 

“And when I come back there better not be so much as a scratch on her body and a hair out of place.” 

“Speak for me again, and I’ll punch you in the throat.” 

“You have me right in the palm of your hand and you know it.”

“You and I are not finished.”

“You know what? Never-mind, you’ll know I’m lying to you anyway.” 

“How’s the weather down there, babe?” 

“I don’t think I’ll ever stop wanting to learn things about you.” 

“All my best parts come from you.” 

"You make me brave.”

“Just jump, I’ll catch you.” 

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I fucking hate tumblr I've been trying to send art reblogs to my main and they keep ending up over here this is hell

anyways i'm so fucking sorry about the art reblog spam that's annoying as hell

and the ask box should be open now gimme a second

jegus

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I am now taking these on this blog because I have fucking writers block. Ask with just a number or a number and character(s)

Might be pre canon, might be future with spoilers warning, might be 'canon' divergence

75 random dialogue prompts.

feel free to change pronouns as you’d like; no need for credit.

“Why…why did you just take off your shirt?“ 

“Please don’t scare me like that ever again.” 

“I couldn’t live without you.” 

“As long as you’re breathing, standing here with me, nothing else matters.” 

“You see, this is the part where you tell me you’re proud of me.” 

“Why’d you run away?”

“Do you need anything else?” 

“Say something. Are you hurt?” 

“God, I’m so angry I could just hit someone.”

“I’m yours, in every way possible.” 

“I don’t need anything more from you.” 

“He has his heart set on it, trust me." 

"You…do not look happy." 

"If you truly believe you can get me out of bed before ten a.m. then you’re delusional." 

"You’re all drugged up. You don’t know what you’re saying." 

"Thank you, Captain Obvious.”

“Funny. And by funny, I mean not funny at all." 

"God, why couldn’t I have taken more weight lifting classes.”

“He’s always done his best to keep your hands clean, keep that innocence intact." 

"You’re not making it easy on me right now.”

“Sometimes I think you have a deathwish." 

"Your idea of torture is withholding dessert after dinner." 

"I’m kidding, sheesh." 

"Well done, you." 

"You have until the count of three to remove your arms from my person, or so help me…!" 

"Yeah, like I haven’t heard that one before." 

"I know where you sleep.” 

"You keep him on his toes." 

"Hello, nice to meet you…sort of." 

"That’s unnervingly on point." 

"You two are the closest thing I have to a television." 

"Stop! Please, stop! You’re going to kill her!" 

"I’d be safer facing off a pack of wolves." 

"If you’re going, I’m going.”

“Whoa. Easy, easy. I’ve got you.”

“When I say run, that means keep running." 

"You got me, and I’m not so bad, right?" 

“Why didn’t you answer your phone?” 

"Come back here. Don’t do this… Come back here right now! Come back…" 

"Thought I told you to stay by my side, eh?" 

"It’s like watching a chihuahua provoke a rottweiler." 

"She has the heart of a lion." 

"Come on, it’s me. I’m good at this sort of stuff, remember?" 

"That is my choice! My decision to make, not yours! Not anyone else’s! Mine!" 

"Now, before you get upset, I didn’t lie to you. I just…failed to mention it." 

"You are out of your mind.”

“Tell me what you want me to do." 

"And even if you don’t feel the same, that’s okay - I’m always going to be here for you." 

"And before you say anything, a ‘no’ would be a very poor answer.”

“God, I love you.”  

“What? You want my heart? My soul? Go head, take them. Take everything I have.” 

“Does my being half-naked bother you?” 

“I wasn’t going to do anything until you wanted me to.” 

“Wh – what? [Name], this is serious!" 

"Hush, now. He is a nice boy, but a boy he still is." 

“I can’t willingly or unwillingly ever bear to leave your side.” 

“You’re trying to distract me.” 

“Well, this moment certainly got away from me.” 

“You can’t do that to me.” 

"You move, he moves.”

“You can have it, because I don’t want it without you." 

"Take it, it’s fine.”

“If you need it, you take it. What’s mine is yours.”

“I am very young, very foolish, and very in love with you.” 

“Of course you’re tired, you haven’t slept in two days.” 

“And when I come back there better not be so much as a scratch on her body and a hair out of place.” 

“Speak for me again, and I’ll punch you in the throat.” 

“You have me right in the palm of your hand and you know it.”

“You and I are not finished.”

“You know what? Never-mind, you’ll know I’m lying to you anyway.” 

“How’s the weather down there, babe?” 

“I don’t think I’ll ever stop wanting to learn things about you.” 

“All my best parts come from you.” 

"You make me brave.”

“Just jump, I’ll catch you.” 

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@sxpaiscia

Chapter 8 is up!

starscream now would be a good time to pipe up about your injury

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Chapter 8 is up!

starscream now would be a good time to pipe up about your injury oh fuck oh beans