18+ just cause I'm an adult. just a guy (28 years old) tf, arcane, lotr, dragon age, ES, 40k etc. welcome to my trash can
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I stumbled upon this post and it made me think of them haha
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You can survive almost anything through the right combination of:
Bitching and moaning
Hater-ology
Doing a goofy little bit about it
Having a buddy say "that's so fucked up" at intermittent points (you can also be your own buddy)
Destroying the cursed amulet you carry everywhere, why do you even have that thing
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First piece of my Strays AU.
Orion is a cogless bot with limited options.
D-16 is a racer, fueled by adoration for his hero, the fallen Megatronus Prime.
Rich boy meets a little criminal, what more could you ask for?
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“Every sentient being possesses a capacity for change”
- Optimus Prime
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I had to get this idea out of my head, one way or another (I couldn't decide which one to take)
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Look me in the eyes and tell me Prowl’s autistic ass WOULDNT play the shit outta Minecraft
Chicken Jockey 🐓🏇
And then Prowl paid him keep quiet
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look at these losers dawg they arent even co-workers anymore😭
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The blast shattered through his chest, his spark sputtering like a dying star.
Orion Pax fell, silently, his frame greying as he descended. He had made a choice, and he was ok with the risk it brought. That was what he'd told D-16 so many times, in late-night whispers beneath rusted towers and miner’s lights. It felt like forever ago now. A different lifetime.
He remembered the warmth in D’s voice then. The way it softened when they were alone. The way Orion had leaned in once, just once and D had let him. Had wrapped his servos him around him back, trembling like he was afraid the whole world might catch fire.
But now, the only fire was in his chassis.
He fell through Cybertron’s crust, layer after layer parting for him like a grave making room. The planet carried him, reverently, deeper into its heart.
To the Core.
Light, impossibly bright, flooded him. The voices of the Primes, ancient and thunderous, rose in chorus.
“Primus has deemed you worthy.”
The Matrix descended divine, perfect. Meant to cleanse, to elevate. But something within Orion twisted that purity. The betrayal. The pain. The love D had thrown away like scrap metal on the floor, he'd be better than than sentinel, than megatronus if that's what it took to change D's mind then so be it.
The Matrix cracked. And when it rebuilt him, it didn’t make Optimus Prime
It made something else, someone else.
"Rise, Nemesis Prime"
The ground above the battlefield trembled, then exploded in a column of violet light.
Megatron,no longer D-16, turned to the crater, his optics narrowing. The battle stilled behind him. Even the High Guard, even Elita, frozen at the edge of disbelief.
The mech who rose from the crater was no longer Orion Pax.
Taller now, frame a deep burning violet lined with black, dark as the void between stars,and venomous green. His optics gleamed a glowing red, but not with rage.
With possession.
“Orion...?” Megatron breathed, his whisper a breath on the wind.
Nemesis grinned.
He stepped onto the scorched platform, helm tilting, that smile stretching just a little too wide. “You can’t destroy everything Sentinel built, D-16” he said, voice smooth like oil, but sharp at the edges. “It’s mine now.”
He took another step.
“But it could be ours, D.”
Megatron flinched. At the offer and at the name. No one would ever call him that anymore, D-16 was dead.
“I died for you,” Nemesis continued, voice low, almost reverent. “I loved you. I still do. Even now. Even after you let me fall.”
“Orion...” Megatron’s voice cracked.
“Ahh No,” Nemesis said, stepping closer, “that's not my name anymore. I'm Nemesis Prime."
He reached out, gently brushing Megatron’s jaw with digits that could crush steel.
“You made me into this,” he whispered. “So I’m going to make everything ours. The city. The guard. The planet.”
He leaned in, optics glowing inches from Megatron’s.
“Or I’ll burn it all until there’s nothing left but you and me.”
And with that, Nemesis turned his gaze to the High Guard, who stood awaiting his orders.
“Kill the rest,” he said, smiling down a megatron like he making a vow. “Leave him.”
#transformers#maccadam#tf au#tf idw#optimus prime#megatron#tf shattered glass#nemesis prime#d 16#tf one optimus#tf one#tf one megatron#tf one megop#echo circuit writes#my writing
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I love giving gifts holy shit. Im working on a box rn for one of the TTRPG players and a mutual here and fuck I'm having so much fun! I'm looking at cool papers and stuff to wrap everything in and such and just ahhhhh!!!
#gift#i love giving gifts#its just pure joy for me honestly#why wouldn't i want to make my friends smile? like so what i cant be there when she opens the mail but i know shes gonna be excited amd tha#is so worth it dude#i love my friends#habibi is close to finals too wishing her all the luck 🤞#just realized they can maybe see this#whoops 😬#my bad Habibi
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Chapter 4 is finished which means COMIC TIME. Did I draw this just as an excuse to draw kissing? You will never be able to prove it.
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"… I remember how you were when Bumblebee went missing. Like your spark had been snuffed out." - Jazz, Calculated Love, chapter 2.
Hey, ever wanted to see how it was like for Shockdad those 50 years during his darkest moments? Wonder no more pain and agony upon you.
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