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[decepticoncoward]

::You’re next on my List.:: Have a spooky comm link from the leader of the DJD, along with spark squeeze and everything. Happy spooky day!

::O-Oh, I.:: He rubbed at the outside of his chest. Yeah, he knew what that was, but it was a little different when it actually happened to him. ::Haha, yeah. Very funny, Tarn.::::...Right? Tarn, this is a joke, right? Because I-- We--::

::You’re not still mad about those monster are you?::

::You know I didn’t mean for that to happen.::

::My cyberforming? Is it my cyberforming? It’s my cyberforming.::

::Oh Primus what fine print did I not read...::

::I should be running, huh?::

::Yeah. Should totally be running.::

::No wait. It’d be too late for that.::

::No no. It was a joke, yeah? Come on, Tarn.::

::Tarn?::

[decepticoncoward]

if you would be so kind as to reblog this if you feel insecure about your writing skills.

[decepticoncoward]

Ah man sorry! I was hoping to get another good day of replies in before I left for TFCon but today was just too busy. I'll be gone this weekend visiting my favorite hobo and running around TFCon if any of you are there! I'll be the tiny one with blue hair or in a human Fulcrum cosplay :D

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Touch Meme (TRANSFORMERS TWEAKS!)

[decepticoncoward]

Force my Muse to Spill their Secrets

🌧- For a heavy, emotional secret

🙃- For a lighter, slightly embarrassing secret

🌟- For a secret wish or desire of theirs

🍏- For something they secretly wish didn’t exist

🍎- For something they secretly wish did exist

❤️- For a secret crush

📲- Talk about someone/something you dislike, but only pretend to like

👁‍🗨- Talk about someone/something you like, but pretend to dislike

🍻- For something bad/mischievous you did as a child or teen that your parents don’t know about

🌜- For a ‘weird’ habit or tic that no one knows about

💃- For a talent that they like to keep hidden from others

🏹- For a talent they wish they had

👻- For something that scares or disturbs them, but they refuse to tell anyone

☢️- For a controversy or scandal they have been able to keep mostly under wraps

🐇- For a secret item they keep (stuffed animal, comfort object, etc)

📒- For a secret journal/diary they keep (Bonus: Share an entry from it!)

📔- For a secret sketchbook they keep (Bonus: Share a sketch or doodle within it!)

🖤- For something they secretly wish they could do with your muse

❓- Free Space! Ask them about a specific secret!

[decepticoncoward]

Sickness starters!

( as requested by the lovely @zalemoonshadow )

❝You aren’t looking so hot.❞ 

❝Maybe you should sit down.❞

❝I think I need to sit down.❞

❝Just take it easy today.❞

❝No – no. We’re going home, right now.❞

❝Can we leave?❞

❝You just threw up 3 times, you’re not fine!❞

❝I’m fine. I think I’m done now.❞

❝Just let me take care of you. Why are you so stubborn?❞

❝We’re going to the pharmacy and then we’re going home.❞

❝My stomach isn’t feeling so great.❞

❝I think my stomach is trying to digest itself.❞

❝I think I just need some sleep.❞

❝Will you stay with me tonight?❞

❝I don’t want to get you sick.❞

❝You’re gonna get me sick!❞

❝Holy shit, you’re burning up.❞

❝I can’t stop sweating.❞

❝I can’t stop shivering.❞

❝Are you ever not sick?❞ 

❝How the hell are you still conscious right now? Your temp is almost 104.❞

❝Urgent care or ER? Those are your two options. We’re not staying here.❞

❝Do you want some tea?❞

❝I made you some tea.❞

❝I’m losing my voice.❞

❝I couldn’t get any sleep last night, I can’t breathe out of my nose.❞

❝Oh my god, you sound like Roz from Monsters Inc!❞

❝Bathroom. Now.❞

❝Bed. Now.❞

❝I’m not taking that medicine, it’s disgusting.❞

[decepticoncoward]

“He really sold that backstory, huh? We siphon energon to, you know, make our ship fly, sometimes to drink. We confiscate it all from uh... all the evil doers we defeat? Is that an explanation you’d buy?”

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“I didn’t cr–” Fulcrum sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You know what? Close enough. I’m the half zombie.” But there was some muttering about him not doing it that often.

“And you’re the Autobot’s version of Misfire, right? Bad shot, talks a lot, siphons energon?”

“I don’t siphon! And I’m not that bad a shot. Don’t listen to Rung.” He was that bad, but it’s not the point! “I run a bar.”

[decepticoncoward]

Sure, sure. Swerve was nice enough not to question the “half zombie” story, so Fulcrum’s gonna let that slide. But normally when you have to deny it like that it’s not a good sign.

“Wait, we’re siphoning energon and you guys have a bar? Talk about fancy. No wonder Misfire loves it. You’re kinda ruining the appeal of our own ship, here.”

decepticoncoward‌:

“I didn’t cr–” Fulcrum sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You know what? Close enough. I’m the half zombie.” But there was some muttering about him not doing it that often.

“And you’re the Autobot’s version of Misfire, right? Bad shot, talks a lot, siphons energon?”

“I don’t siphon! And I’m not that bad a shot. Don’t listen to Rung.” He was that bad, but it’s not the point! “I run a bar.”

[decepticoncoward]

“I didn’t cr--” Fulcrum sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You know what? Close enough. I’m the half zombie.” But there was some muttering about him not doing it that often.

“And you’re the Autobot’s version of Misfire, right? Bad shot, talks a lot, siphons energon?”

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Which one? Come on, he was one of the relatable ones! “Fulcrum. I’m Fulcrum. So,” he looked a little excited, “what did he say?”

Go ahead, Swerve. Break him the bad news.

“He said you were the weird half zombie who cried a lot because they couldn’t find your brain module?” A pause. “But he also said your goggles were cool.”

[decepticoncoward]

Which one? Come on, he was one of the relatable ones! "Fulcrum. I’m Fulcrum. So,” he looked a little excited, “what did he say?”

Go ahead, Swerve. Break him the bad news.

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“Well first of all, it’s pronounced SCAvengers. Second of all… Well, what did he say we do anyway? If he’s gonna start spreading a stories about us the least he could do is tell us so we can all get our stories straight.”

“He said you guys go around fighting evil and the DJD.”

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Fulcrum nodded. “Oh right. Yup. That’s totally us.” Good choice, Misfire. “Big heroes, you know? I’m sure he mentioned me too, right?”

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“Well first of all, it’s pronounced SCAvengers. Second of all… Well, what did he say we do anyway? If he’s gonna start spreading a stories about us the least he could do is tell us so we can all get our stories straight.”

“He said you guys go around fighting evil and the DJD.”

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swordbearing‌:

defectiicon:

She pouted as she was peeled away, before sliding into a grin. “Coulda joined you in the racks instead,” she said slyly. “That woulda been fun.” Her attention was diverted to Fulcrum though as he continued speaking, allowing her to use him as her new leaning perch.

“Swerve’s! I think. Were we on our way to Swerve’s? I got distracted by Drift.”

     Right. He’s perhaps the most infamous ex-Decepticon on board; a fact Fulcrum clearly hadn’t missed.

     His contemplative frown is replaced with an eye roll at Sparkplug’s endlessly cheeky remarks – Drift makes his way past the duo to snatch the great sword from its perch against the wall. With a quick swing around his frame, the blade latches into the clamps modded onto his back, and his spark hums as it acknowledges the presence.

     “Well, like Sparkplug – I extend my offer of safety to you, Fulcrum. If you ever need a break from those more … unforgiving. You’ll like Swerve’s, though – and don’t be too alarmed by Whirl, if you meet him. He’s essentially Sparkplug, but, uh, three times her size. Anyway. Have fun with the tour!”

Okay, that was cool, right? Everyone can agree that Drift casually slinging his sword onto his back was cool? Because Fulcrum sure thought it was. He leaned into Sparkplug, gesturing to Drift and mouthing Does he always have that? Because Fulcrum was sure as Pits glad Drift was friendly.

“Right, yeah, Whirl.” He gave Sparkplug a look. “Sorry to bother you and for surprising you from the wash racks and for uh... breaking into your room.” He flashed an awkward, apologetic grin, and started backing them towards the door. “Really great to meet you, though. I’ve heard a lot about you. It’s... kinda better than I was expecting.” He reached back and opened the door for them. “And I promise no more, you know--” he waved a servo in the general direction of Drift’s room-- “crime.” Another apologetic grin and he was ducking out the door, trying to drag Sparkplug with him. 

Once he was clear, he stopped to lean against the wall. “...do you think he likes me or did busting open his door totally ruin my chances?”

[decepticoncoward]

"Well first of all, it’s pronounced SCAvengers. Second of all... Well, what did he say we do anyway? If he’s gonna start spreading a stories about us the least he could do is tell us so we can all get our stories straight.”

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“So, uh. I gotta ask. Why ‘Scavengers’? Misfire won’t say.”

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cruel-singer‌:

It was the truth. Tarn had come planetside expecting Fulcrum to be slacking on his work, expecting the reason of the cyberforming delay to be his fault. However, that hadn’t been the case. In fact, that couldn’t have been further from the truth. The reason of the delay had been something completely foreign to Fulcrum’s abilities. And the rest of the planet had been in top condition -Tarn had seen with his own optics-.

So yes, Fulcrum’s performance had been flawless. Attracting all of Kaon’s disapproval to himself was the least Tarn could do for him as an apology. Also, a check up, in case those beasts had left anything harmful on them.

The short walk inside the metaphorical lion’s den went surprisingly uneventful, with most of the DJD members busy in their own tasks. Kaon left Tarn and Fulcrum in the medbay, where Nickel tended to them. The tank was the first one to be attended, as he had been the one to sustain the worst damage.

Repairs done, Tarn walked out of the medbay and decided to take a seat on one of the couches of the lounge area in front of the medbay while Nickel finished with the K-class mech, nursing a cube of medical grade energon as he got comfortable.

Tarn. Left. Him. Alone.

He did. That son of a glitch. Okay, maybe that was a little harsh, but what was he thinking? Fulcrum could have grabbed him by the canons and dragged him back into the medbay if he wasn’t a tank, leader of the DJD, and, well, likely to tear his arm straight off if he tried. 

The walk through the ship was bad enough, not that Tarn even noticed. Oh, that mech was right at home, walking around like he owned the place. He probably did. Meanwhile Fulcrum was walking around like the place was rigged to explode and anything could set it off. Don’t walk too close to Kaon. Don’t lag too far behind. Don’t look up. Definitely don’t make eye contact. And, for the love of Primus, don’t act like you hate them all.  Fulcrum was practically walking on Tarn’s heels, hoping to just disappear into his shadow.

It didn’t work. Well, not completely anyway. What mech gets a chance to walk around the Peaceful Tyranny and (hopefully) live? Fulcrum couldn’t help it. He had to peak into every room they passed. He may have even seen Helex! He thinks. Well, it was blue.

But no, as if the stress from that wasn’t enough to stop his spark, then he had to be alone in the same room as one of them. At least that one was small. 

When it was over, Fulcrum tiptoed out of the medbay, stiff and tense, but definitely still alive. Nickel forced him to take an energon cube on his way, and his fingers gripped it like a vice. Now he officially survived a private meeting with two DJD members. This was beginning to happen way too often. And there was the mech who abandoned him. Oh, he just looked so comfortable, sipping that cube, lounging on his couch. Fulcrum had a thing or two to tell him.

“Tarn. Thank Primus you’re still here.”

Fulcrum slumped, collapsing into one of the seats on the couch and ditching the cube on the floor. He held his face in his servos and shook his head. Yeah, that about summed it up. When he was done, he peaked through his fingers, making sure Nickel wasn’t still around. “I can’t believe that happened.

“This place is just--” he threw out a servo dramatically. “It’s the Peaceful Tyranny. Just please tell me that’s never gonna happen again.”

Planetside trouble

[decepticoncoward]

hello friend i miss u

presses my hand to the window

it’s okay im here for you now

[decepticoncoward]

So, randomly going through your blog and I tried really hard not to crack up in my drawing class. Awesome blog!

omg, that is SUCH a nice compliment. im so glad you’re enjoying him :D that’s what he’s there for

[decepticoncoward]

Oh praise Primus! That big guy was finally doing something for him. Hey, next time someone told the Scavengers that they were “godless hooligans” or “needed Primus,” he’d definitely pretend to consider it.

“Oh! Oh Primus! That’s great! That’s really–” he laughed, practically bouncing in his seat. Be grateful, Trepan, because he could really go for a hug right now. “You would not believe how hard it was to get that money. Uhhh, actually changing my look might be a good move after some of that.” He rubbed the back of his neck with a nervous laugh. But nevermind that, he had an appointment to book!

“Well, what’s the earliest you could get me in? Next week? Tomorrow? Today?!”

Knock knock! Hey, remember that son you were probably hoping you lost for a second time? Well, he's here waiting for you! He's there at the usual place, stalking Trepan's lunch route. You know, this would be a lot easier if you'd just invite the mech inside or show him around your work. He promises it won't be so weird this time. He has something for you!

He’s just, slowly raising his menu to hide and huddle behind its laminated camouflage at spotting the little dingus come through. Trepan thought it was over, that the sudden vanishing was them giving up. Seems that that was not the case today.

A low sigh, helm coming to rest on the table to gain some form patience and he was lowering the menu with a sharp, probably parental, “Fulcrum”