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Hello!!! Today we got OC content woo :-)

This one is a bit older. I tried that "bromine brush" thingie that went viral awhile ago w a few things and this was the best one amongst the many I did!!

This guy is CJ (it stands for Corrupted Justice lmao) and he's a tiny bit dangerous. Just a tiny bit. (I say this as if this guy isn't one of the most messed up guys around)

Enjoy ;-3

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I REFUSE to watch that Galvatron's revenge, I've already watched some clips on Tik Tok and I'm 💀💀

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multi-canon transformers thesis

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lil guy

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I've got a Bumblebee request and one for Optimus that I'm going to fullfill >:3 That's why I'm rewatching The 2018 film for a third time yipiiii

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.˚ DIARY ENTRY .˚

-Reader: FEM reader  -TW: none  -Character: Kurasame Susaya (FF Type 0)  -Summary: Some of the notes he keeps in a journal reveal how much he genuinely cares... -Word count : 520 -A/N: I’m aware that the Type 0 fandom is quite “dormant”, then, why not indulge myself and write something? I looooveee this man, I’ve drawn him many times, and ofc I also have his side story box :3

┆Entry n. XXIX  19:45...

“Finally, there’s some quiet in the building, something I’ve always longed for after another stressful day here. It’s almost comical in a way, it has always been this way since the first days I set foot in Akademia.  It’s been quite a while since we first met that mornig in class when we introduced ourselves -- one of the few moments, in fact, that I can recall... It’s a blurry memory, one I find difficult to grasp clearly, but it’s there, just like an anchor. And despite how guarded I’ve become through the years, she’s always been able to read me like the palm of her glove. Even after the first impression I had of her, I knew that she would be trouble, a menace along with Kazusa and Emina...(note to my future self: avoid those three together). Nevertheless, she remained close, somehow, she cut through the coldness and the walls I’ve built around myself, making me feel less like a weapon and more... like a person.

I see the way she carries herself—not just in the field, yes, but especially how she handles those reckless students. Compassionate, yet firm… We’re not so different, after all. But where I maintain distance with each one of them, she brings warmth. Her approach makes her painfully attached to those cadets and that kind of attachment... it’s dangerous, highly destructive, even. Orience doesn’t allow for that kind of softness—not without cost nowadays...

After all these years, she still waits for me. When I return from the field, bruised or bloody, it’s…a pleasant feeling, comforting, something I can’t exactly put into words. To have someone to come back to. To her, I’m more than just the Ice Reaper. I don’t know how she does it…how she sees something in me beyond what this war has shaped me to be.

I hope time may not ruin this journal.

Her cadets’ futures rest on her shoulders, and she carries that weight as if it’s nothing. But I see how it wears on her. It’s in how her smile falters when the day is done, or in the quiet moments when she thinks no one is watching. And yet, wherever we met, I’m blinded by that determination in her eyes. Y/N keeps moving forward, driven by the belief that “There’s always something beautiful out there, waiting to be found and cared for".

Even in this harsh world, even when we so easily forget the dead, even when we collect their tags and carry them to the school’s graveyard, she still believes in them, in the cadets.

It’s admirable,

 truly.”

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For a brief moment, Kurasame stops, his pen stills as he glances at the small, light blue present sitting on his desk. The colorful ribbon is a strong contrast to the ambiance of his quarters, causing the commander to huff faintly while shaking his head.

 "I don’t deserve this"

 He mutters under his breath, the words lingering in the quietness of the room. His mask has been long forgotten next to a framed picture of them he holds dear.

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▶︎ WRITING 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 ꩜

Ye-haww so I can keep tabs on them

↺ Final Fantasy

⤷ (FF 7) ⭑ Reno (ANY pov) - "「Rufus's expensive cake order」" ⤷ (FF Type 0) ⭑ Kurasame Susaya (FEM pov)- ".˚"Diary Entry".˚"

↺ Marvel

⤷ (2099 comics) ⭑ Gabriel O'hara (FEM pov) - "⊹ Operation Ferris Wheel⊹"

↺ Transformers

⭑ Optimus Prime (GN pov) - "⊹ ࣪Everything I fight for⊹ ࣪" ⤷ IDW ⭑ Rodimus Prime (GN pov) - "ˎˊ˗ Stark reality ˎˊ˗"

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ˎˊ˗ STARK REALITY ˎˊ˗

-Reader: GN reader (It can be either platonic or romantic) -TW: Angst to the core (I suppose it is somewhat bittersweet) -Character: Rodimus Prime (Transformers series) -Summary: Lately, the captain of the Lost Light had begun neglecting his own responsibilities, anchoring himself to his berth... -Word count : 1489 A/N: I'm dropping this before christmass hell yeahw 🔔 I started to work on this after me and my friend joked about Rodimus using Gen Z slang 💀💀

“Rodimus- I swear to Primus-‘m thryng…mhh to…sleep, one more metal-crushing hug and I’ll throw you out of the ship...”

“Hey hey heyyy slow down there pretty, how could you ever blame me?? Damn, you don’t know how HARD is to keep my servos all to myself when I know you feel sooo nice snuggled in my arms like this” There he was, once again, sprawled in his room on his berth, venting softly in the quiet intimacy of the moment. He had his servo draped around his sparkmate’s waist, holding them close. That menace of a bot curled his lips into a playful pout, resting his chin lightly on their helm as he let out a theatrical sigh “You’re always a party pooper”.

In response, the other bot chuckled, shaking their helm at his antics “Me? Shouldn’t YOU be more responsible instead? I’m starting to think that all this Prime thing has gone over your helm...”

"NUH UH now-… alright, maybe just a little...What can I say? On one servo I must tend to my responsibilities as a Prime…" He grinned, his tone becoming lighter as he added with exaggerated flair "Buttt on the other hand… it’s poggers."

His sparkmate groaned audibly, immediately cringing at his elegant choice of words. Yet, they couldn’t expect much else from him—though they still, somehow, managed to have some faith in this lovable fool. “Never. Never say that again.” Exasperated, they buried their faceplate deeper into his plating, slapping his chassis. "I don’t want to hear any more slang you’ve picked up from those fleshies on Earth" they grumbled. “It’s horrible”

A laugh vibrated through his frame, as he squeezed them closer. "Aww, c’mon! It’s totally poggers! You love it," he said, his grin widening. Despite the banter, the comfort between them was unmistakable, their connection stronger than any playful jabs or groggy protests.

"Ughhh, now I completely understand Ultra Magnus," they groaned, their voice dripping with dramatic exasperation as they shifted slightly in his arms.

That remark struck Rodimus right in his spark. With a mock gasp of offense, he clutched at his chassis dramatically, as though they’d just delivered a fatal blow. "Comparing yourself to that old cranky bot?? No way at all!! No way I’m letting you transform into a copy of him!" he retorted, his voice rising in playful indignation as he held her closer, his optics still closed with a cheeky grin spreading across his lips, his tone dropping into teasing. "You’re way cuter, pff" Sticking out his glossa he squeezed them for emphasis like a kid would do with their comfort plushie. "And, most importantly” he continued with a mock-serious tone “you don’t have a stick up your aft like he does, I mean, I can still come to you when I ‘forget’ to report a report."

"You certainly are a pain in the aft," they muttered, though their tone carried no real annoyance.

Pleased with himself, he nuzzled against them like an overgrown turbo-puppy. "Yeah, but you love me anyway, ah" His voice brimming with that unshakable, shameless confidence he always brought with him, a complete package.

Surrendering to Rodimus's behavior, they gently caressed the sides of his faceplate, making him melt in their servos. All pretense of bravado slipped away as his guard came completely down. He curled against them like a small kitten seeking warmth, his frame humming softly in contentment. He was a sucker for cuddles and they both knew it, always seeking comfort in the other's presence, content just by being close to them, helm on top of where their spark resided. “You look silly sleep talking with me with your optics closed shut”.

“’Cause you’re reallyy pretty y’know? Your prettiness can easily blind me, babygirl” What a buffoon he was, but a lovable one, through and through. For them, he would act even stupider, just to hear them laugh, it always sent warm waves to his spark, a steady reminder of why he cherished those moments dearly.

“Rodimus. Prime.” They began, laughing “Let me go!!, I swear I’ll suffocate at this rate in your grasp”

"Nooooo... “ He whined dramatically, like a sparkling throwing a tantrum, yet his loopy grin remained unaltered ” I don't want to let go. I want you close to me."

“I know that you dumb idiot, but you've been in your room for cycles!” Their voice took a softer tone “They need you too, y’know, more than me right now.”

He froze at their words, his systems reacting instantly. His grip tightened instinctively, reluctant to part from their embrace. An unnerving silence settled over them for a moment before his sparkmate murmured, "I’m sorry." They interlocked their digits with his, a gesture that made Rodimus shudder slightly as his shoulders hunched, savoring the warmth of their touch.

" You don’t have to apologize. It's not your fault. I just... I just miss you. I yearn for your touch, warmth, and presence every day” His voice filled with a mix of grief, affection, and longing. “Would you stay for another minute...please?"

He felt their servo come to rest gently over his spark, the warmth of their touch cutting through the storm in his processor. Their voice, soft and soothing, broke through his thoughts. "We both know it’s not healthy" they said, concern threading through their tone.

"I know, doll. I know. But sometimes... Sometimes I just wish I could forget all of that and just hold onto this moment forever."

He let out a sigh, knowing deep down that they were right. He knew he couldn't cope with all of this by isolating himself and reliving memories forever. But letting go was easier said than done, it was too much to bear. How long had he been isolating himself from everything and everyone? Cycles, surely, but it felt like an eternity. The silence of the room, once their sanctuary, now felt suffocating.  Deep down he wanted to break free from this opulent room, but he was holding back, his spark too heavy to simply get up and go on with his day.

"…. but it's just so difficult to move on when I still miss you so much. Every time I look at a room we used to share, it feels like a part of me in my spark dies inside."

There was a moment of steady silence, that made Rodimus feel insecure as he held his breath, as if they were not there until they spoke again.

“I know you keep my chair tidy, but..why don't you just store it away?”

His optics flickered at their words, a faint glimmer betraying the emotions he tried to keep hidden. His grip on their forearms tightened, trembling slightly as if bracing himself against a tide, he stammered, a sour smile on his faceplate.

"I-I  keep your chair tidy because it reminds me of you... of our time together. It's the last thing I have that was truly yours,and.. and throwing it away, moving it out of my sight... it would be like throwing away a part of you."

The confession tumbled out all at once, his tone cracking as he finally admitted the truth aloud. Rodimus paused to recollect himself. His vents hitched, and for a moment, the silence was deafening.

"I know it's foolish, everyone said that..I didn’t mean to lash out at them- but I can't bring myself to discard it-It’s- it’s not just a chair- It's like a silent promise that you'll come back one day.."

He confessed, his voice expressing both grief and frustration. That day, someone had dared to comment on the empty chair, an offhand remark that ignited something volatile within him. He hadn’t taken it well, his usual lightheartedness replaced by an uncharacteristic intensity that even he didn’t fully understand. The chaos in his mind was interrupted by an almost forgotten sensation, their servo, warm and steady, gently guiding his own to rest over their spark... A fresh wave of emotions crashed over him. He knew they were right, that he couldn't stay in this state forever. But the thought of letting go, of moving on, felt like a physical ache in his circuitry. “I’ll always be there, somehow-“

Tears started to prickle his optics* "I..I can’t, I really can’t"

“Listen to me..” They gently turned his faceplate towards hers, servos cradling his faceplate with utter care “You can do it, for me, for you..for us.”

“You still have lots to do, captain.” They soon added, he could feel them cracking a smile at him. “My captain”

Oh, how he wanted to look at their smile once again, yet he kept his optics shut, his spark aching. He knew they were right, that he had his duties as captain to attend to, a crew that needed him to be more than this hollow husk of himself. But moving forward felt impossible, But for them? He’d do anything, he’d tear the Matrix from his chest, give every piece of himself if it meant keeping his promise to them alive. He would try, he’ll try for them, to move on and carry on his duties as captain, even though letting go felt like ripping out a piece of his spark…

Minutes passed and when he felt nothing more against his faceplate that’s when he opened his tired optics, confronted with the stark reality that they were no longer there, his room was empty and cold. The weight of everything crashed down on him and his spark ached with a deep consuming sorrow. He couldn’t stay there anymore, rotting on the berth.

“For you, for me… for us…”

He repeated this as a mantra, slowly getting up from their once-shared berth, fuelled by the love he felt for them and the desire to make them proud. As he got up, his helm felt heavy, he stood there for a moment, brushing his digits against the edge of the berth. Opening the door of his room, he stepped a pede out, the dim lights of the corridors of the Lost Light welcomed him back.

“I promise, watch me.”

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very funny to me that sometimes Megatron is a gun and sometimes he's a tank but also occasionally he's an airplane or a helicopter and at times a spaceship and then Optimus Prime is just like. Truck.

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Having finished the exam I can finally post the result ✨✨🧍‍♀️

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magnet for problematic boys

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Basically the reason why I love this pairing - Megatron would be beyond devastated

I imagine it started with another of Starscreams schemes to get back at Meghan, but he realizes that Soundwave is a multi Husband Poll Champion and maaaybe it would do himself some good with better standards (meanwhile Megatron is obtuse as always)

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The Divided River

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bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

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he’s not very good with compliments

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Sang Rahiyo (stay together)