#When a Prime Falls

[seytazen]

I love royalty AUs so much. I love them, but I swear I feel like there isn’t enough of them for transformers. This is a sneak peek into it:

It was beyond difficult to hide the cold dread and rage that had been building over the past few days. Alpha Trion had won, after all these orbital cycles. He’d found a way to dispose of Orion without inciting questions or doubt. He could say it’s for the good of Iacon. He could call it divine will. He could claim a million other things and they would believable. How he had taken these absurd circumstances and twisted them in his favor was a horrid work of art.

Ratchet didn’t understand. How can someone do something so cruel to their own child? How does a parent sell their son to a ruthless mech like Megatron? He supposed it didn’t matter. They had failed. He had failed. Orion was going to be sent away to be a warlord’s toy, and there was nothing he could do about it.

He pinned a proud, golden brooch to the front of his cloak, carefully straightening it. “There,” he said. “What do you think?”

Orion tilted his head, admiring it in the mirror. “It looks like the Matrix,” he said, tracing over the smooth, simplified shape. “Wasn’t this carrier’s?”

Ratchet nodded. “It was. Now, it’s yours.”

“Are you sure it’s okay for me to wear this?”

“I’m sure,” Ratchet replied with a small, bitter-sweet smile. “She wanted to wait until the next Prime was named, but I think it’s important for you to have a piece of her today.”

His optics shone brighter for a moment, pressing a hand against the pin and tracing its shape again. Ratchet felt his chest tighten. Perhaps this was a bad idea after all, but Primus, he couldn’t let this be taken away from Orion.

“Thank you,” he murmured, a wide smile breaking over his face. “It means more than I can express.”

Ironhide appeared in the open doorway, wearing his full uniform— decorated in various statuses and awards. He rested a hand on the holster of his blaster. “Yer Highness? It’s time,” he said.

“Thank you, sir,” he responded. Orion’s servos twisted around themselves as he looked between Ratchet and him. “Um… I’ve just realized, there’s one more thing I need. I’ll be right there.”

“I’ll be outside,” the knight said with a brief bow.

“I wont be long,” Orion promised as Ironhide exited the room.

Ratchet opened his mouth to question what else he needed, but before he could ask, a pair of arms were thrown around him. His optics widened.

“Thank you,” Orion said softly. “For… For everything.”

Ratchet wrapped his arms around him, trying like the pit to hold himself together. He swallowed the hard lump in his throat as he pulled him closer into the embrace. He couldn’t imagine the consequences he would face if he were caught right now, touching Orion. A lowly indentured servant was a lowly indentured servant— even with a namesake like his. “A-Anytime.”

Slowly, Orion pulled away and stood up straight heading for the door.

“Orion?” Ratchet called out before he could stop himself.

“Yes?”

He bit his lip, cursing himself and his weakness. “You’ll make Iacon proud,” he said.

Orion gripped onto the door handle rightly, his audial finials twitching back. He chuckled. “I know I will,” he agreed, looking back at him with a smile. “You taught me how to.”

He sighed deeply as he disappeared down the hall, the door clicking shut.

In that moment, Ratchet’s spark had never burned with such rage and hatred before. It was unfair. Unfair was an understatement, but it was the only word he knew of that could describe even a small sliver of the injustice. Ironhide knew. So did Kup. He had told them, and they were all in agreement. Orion couldn’t know. It would shatter him. No, they couldn’t tell him. Not yet.

He ran a servo down his face, tears welling up in his optics. He had the urge to put his fist through the wall. That smile… Orion hadn’t smiled like that in a decacycle. He was the happiest he’d been in so long, and had no idea it wouldn’t last. He thought his sire’s intentions were genuine. He didn’t know the truth.

However selfish it was, Ratchet wished he hadn’t fostered such kindness in him. Such hope. Maybe it would have saved him from this pain…

He sat down heavily on the chaise and buried his face in his servos, a silent, shuddering sob escaping him. It was awful, pretending like he was happy for Orion, and feigning hope for him. Ratchet didn’t think it was right to keep him in the dark, but it was merciful. He cared for the young prince too much to let him experience this agony— this helplessness, just waiting to be sold to the mech who threatened to destroy their home. Ratchet didn’t want this dread and despair to torture him. It would only prolong his suffering. It would rob him of this fleeting moment in time where everything was okay. It would be cruel and pointless.

No one could save him from what was coming, but they could shield him. They could give him the one last comfort of blissful ignorance. It was a lie, a bitter one that tortured Ratchet, but it would grant Orion a handful of restful nights, and some time to be happy and hopeful.

Orion needed that. It was possible he’d never have it again.

[divorcedfiddleford]

and you may say to yourself: "my god! what have i done?" and you may tell yourself: "this is not my beautiful wife!" and you may tell yourself: "this is not my beautiful house!" and you may ask yourself: "well, how did i get here?"

time isn't holding up, time isn't after us, time is a pony ride! (images described in alt text)

[myirlnameiscloud]

A three way scale between the extremes of how I usually see artists drawing TFP Starscream! :3

Most TFP Starscream artists fall somewhere in this triangle I think. :>

This was meant to just be a silly sketch but then I got a little TOO silly.

[lesbianwyllravengard]

No but Astarion wanting to be valued for more than sex and seen for something that's not just sex regardless of who romances him and Wyll wanting a chaste and genuine romance with sincere and committed courtship with no sex regardless of who romances him is insaneeeeee. I know everyone's talked about this before but everytime I stop to think about it I lose my mind. They couldn't be more narratively bound I'm clawing at the bars of my cage

[kevindavidday]

love that one scene in aftg where aaron minyard is just washing dishes <3 and kevin is being pathetic on the beanbag chair in the other room <3

[rynzii-419]

mlm vs wlw

[cybertron-after-dark]

I started watching Rescue Bots and. BLADES IS AFRAID OF HEIGHTS? AND HE'S A HELICOPTER? GUYS NO- like im sure this will be a meaningful character development arc but GUYS YOU COULDNT HAVE MENTIONED THAT TO OPTIMUS???

We got another one, boys.

[peace-hunter]

in the baby prime orion au orion still sneaks into the archives very often. perhaps even more often than he does in canon. and while he is looking for clues on what happened to the matrix, there's a second reason for it that he can never quite bring himself to tell anyone about, not even dee.

because he doesn't know how to explain how the ache in his chest that never goes away, that black hole of sadness and longing for something he can't put a finger on, almost goes away when he listens to alpha trion's voice in those old recordings. how it almost manages to soothe the raw gaping wound in his spark that he doesn't remember getting.

but only almost. it is never quite enough and more often than not, the moment the recording ends the grief he carries with him at all times will come rushing back to him just as strong and with a renewed sense of loss.

he doesn't really care though. even a glimpse of peace is better than none at all.

(even if he has to be extra careful to not fall into recharge while listening to the recordings. he finds alpha trion's voice strangely soothing for some reason.)

[iamnmbr3]

Can we just take a moment to think about the fact that what Voldemort did to the Malfoys was so bad that even though he didn't even kill them and even though Voldemort regularly tortures his followers when he's annoyed, all the Death Eaters know about it and are scared it will happen to them too and see it as a notable and exceptionally bad punishment?

He must've hurt them so much. I mean Lucius still has VISIBLE marks on him even though a lot of time has passed. And all this happened because Draco didn't identify any of the members of the Trio even though he recognized them, thus giving them a window to escape. And he also didn't put up much of a fight when Harry went to take his wand. He had lived with Voldemort in his house for a long time. He knew what he was risking. And he did it anyway.

[sonknuxadow]

im just saying there needs to be a scene at some point of knuckles bridal carrying sonic . sonic has gotten to do it to knuckles multiple times in different media it's only fair if knuckles gets a turn

[sulrae]

"If I had a nickel for every time my bestie was obsessed with toxic old man yaoi, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot but it's crazy that it's happened twice."

-My mutual after hearing me yap about Gravity Falls and Transformers

[seytazen]

When a Prime Falls

Ambition is the deadliest of poisons. It’s an unspoken fact. Codex Prime, one of the most beloved rulers in the history of Iacon, mysteriously falls victim to an assassin’s blade. The killer and their motives remained unknown, but they’ve unknowingly set destiny into motion. Rebels and propaganda are creating a perfect storm to rise up in the wake of the tragedy. The threat to those of noble standings are higher than ever, but they are determined to keep the status quo intact. As long as they keep Codex’s secrets hidden, they’ll be untouchable. Unfortunately, such is much easier said than done.

Orion had already accepted his predetermined fate as an ill-fit heir to the Matrix when his world came crashing down. A new destiny is unfolding for the entirety of Cybertron, and he will find himself at the head of it one day. He has much to learn before he is capable of holding such a burden, but he is determined to find the right path. Along the way, he’ll find twisted truths, buried histories, and pieces of himself he didn’t know existed.

Transformers— All Media Types

Tags

Royalty AU, Maximum High-stakes Drama, Romance, Viva la Revolution, Class Differences, Religious Trauma, Abuse of all types, Mutual pining, Unrequited Love, Infedelity, Regicide, Murder, Political Thriller, Sticky Sexual Interfacing, Orion is disabled and is a main character, No he doesn’t become magically “fixed” at the end, Yes it gets in his way sometimes and effects his everyday life, Eventual happy MegaOp, IronOp, ShockOP (one sided), Arranged Marriage, Unhealthy Relationships, Finding Healthy relationships, Infedelity, Unethical relationships, Betrayals, Back-Stabbing, Mommy issues, Daddy issues, Omniscient 3rd POV, Unreliable Narrator, Sexual Assault, Rape, Dead Dove: Do not Eat in places, Lots of Plot Twists, Inheriting the Throne, Assassination, Heavy on the World building, Step-mommy is a creep, SLOW BURN, VERY VERY SLOW BURN, heart break, break ups, slooooooooow burn, Sexual frustration, Trauma, Sexual Taboo (Not extreme), Pent up feelings, Orion is repressed as fuck, Megatron is obnoxious, childhood friends romance dynamic, protector/protected romance dynamic, Gentle Sex, Reunion Sex, Oh my god we didn’t die sex, Sleeping with a superior officer, Sleeping around for power, Blood sports, Dark pasts, coup de ta, suicidal thoughts, Trigger Warnings, Painfully oblivious, multiple relationships, everyone loves Optimus Prime kind of, angst, fluff, family drama, mystery, politics, Continuity Soup

Characters

Royal!Orion Pax, Disabled!Orion Pax, Megatronus, Optimus Prime, Megatron, Soundwave, Senator Shockwave, Shockwave, Elita One, OCified!Onyx, ooc Vector Prime, Alpha Trion, Ironhide, Bumblebee, Kup, Caretaker!Ratchet, Drift, Swindle, Rodimus/Hot Rod, Codex, OCified!Nova Storm, Mafia Boss!Dai Atlas, Wing, ooc Halogen

Relationships

Optimus Prime/Megatron, Orion Pax/Megatronus, Drift/Ratchet, Senator Shockwave/Orion Pax, Ironhide/Orion Pax, eventual Dai Atlas/Wing, OC/Ultra Magnus, Chromia/Ironhide

Coming Soon!

Hello everyone, long time since I’ve written anything! I’ve got several unfinished works, but I am determined to finish this one. I’ve been gone for a while for a variety of reasons, mainly because of my home life and because I’ve been busy trying to earn my BA in Creative Writing! I’m an aspiring author, but I know I need more practice writing for an audience and marketing and such if I want to be successful in the publishing industry. Fanfiction is an awesome way for me to practice without any additional costs to myself! This isn’t a first draft for a book that I’m wanting to publish, but if I do publish something you’ll find some similarities lol. I’m going to be releasing the entire fic at once with a few sneak peeks for you guys here and there, just like I would a real book, so stay tuned!

To those who are interested in following me in this endeavor, I’m grateful for your support ❤️

[brainworms-all-night-long]

Ah anyway, I mentioned wanting to rewrite that mine scene from arcane s2 yea, alas autism took over and maybe one day some day I will rewrite it with the Actual Sisters in mind instead of the hedge-fox siblings

Either way please enjoy 2,827 words of tension between siblings and maybe open doors to some sort reconciliation possibility at the end..?

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"At least they didn't live to see the psycho their child turned into."

"Which one!?" Nine immediately blurted back, a pool of new-sprung resentment brewing at the bottom of their stomach, "I didn't come down here, wearing a spiffy enforcer uniform with new pals, gassing people and shoving topside guns in their faces!"

Sonic seemed genuinely taken aback for a second while Nine went to catch his breath after that wordy sentence.

Of course he didn't think about the actual fallout and implications of his actions until it was thrown into his face after the fact. Typical.

The hedgehog then, took a step forward. His almost toxic green eyes staring daggers at the other as he tried to come up with a reasonable retort.

"Topside guns or not, I tried to fix the mess you made. You have blood on your hands." Taking yet another step, he pointed an accusatory finger at the fox, since the retort was indeed, falling flat, "You blew up whoever Ivo pointed you to without a single thought. You killed and terrorized people, innocent people. Symbol of the Underground's hope my ass, you started a fucking war."

Nine stood his ground, even though they wanted to bite Sonic's nose off.

A fucking hypocrite this guy was.

The gal of him saying that, as if he didn't dawn on a badge that says 'I kill whoever the council tells me to for fun and because I can!'

Not to mention this "war" was long time coming anyway.

Nine didn't go to poor people's houses purposefully releasing poison gas on them and then arresting them en masse. That, alongside all the other shit the council has allowed and ordered to happen, thank you very much.

They simply shot those that got in their way, or fired first. Most "innocent" people had the sense to move out of the way before bullets started flying. Or they wouldn't even be in Nine's line of sight anyway. And if Sonic's talking about Topside, then honestly, that's a whole another can of worms.

"No one Topside is innocent." Nine hissed, "They're the reason we don't have a mom and dad you know. Or Chuck, in his regular non-murderous, hedgehog form. Or Eggman... Although ok, the last one might be a slight stretch, it-it still counts."

Sonic rolled his eyes at the drop of seriousness in the fox's tone.

"Eggman got whatever he deserved." He scoffed with air quotes around the nickname. "He poisoned you and the Undercity enough. He's the reason Chuck is dead and that I was thrown in jail for I don't even know how many years and that you turned into–" He paused, wildly gesturing to Nine's entire frame. "This."

Nine pinned their ears back at such a careless dismissal.

Not only of Eggman, but them, and the entirety of the Undercity. While Nine could hardly dream of ever achieving Eggman's efficiency at political planning by pulling the strings, they sure as hell won't have all those years of effort go to waste.

Sure he wasn't perfect, and like, got people killed and addicted to dead God drugs, but it finally got the Topside assholes scared of consequences for what they're doing down here.

For what they've done to their brother.

Sonic had no idea what he was talking about.

Just how bad has that enforcer bastard brainwashed him...

Nine wished there was at least a sliver of acknowledgement of just how much that old man meant to them.

And now he was gone. By no one else's fault but their own...

"Ivo didn't make me do anything." Nine resolutely shook their head, derailing their train of thought into background noise and clicked their mechanical tails together in annoyance, "And guess what, he actually fucking appreciated me for what I was. Unlike some people." They shot their brother a glare, pinning the 'someone' onto his stupid big blue forehead. Or green. By Chaos that green dye was stupid. Why did he go with green...

The hedgehog only balked, actually jabbing the finger into the X formed by the string holding their old, tattered shirt together.

"He turned you into his perfect little killing machine! Manipulated you so well that even after his death you can't see that! Everyone hates you because you let him play you like a fiddle and then serve as his mouthpiece of chaos."

Ok, Nine knew Sonic didn't see past that really, really biteable nose sticking from his muzzle, but they wished he chose to pick on literally anything else but the poor old man.

"He was doing the exact same you used to, allow me to remind you." Nine pointed a finger of their own, actually stabbing it into the hedgehog's chest as they twisted their face in vitriol.

"Except, you know, he didn't chicken out when I finally made my bombs explode properly."

Sonic didn't move, but his expression temporarily lost its edge, a grim memory resurfacing.

Nine took a stern step back, rising to their full height (which was just slightly above Sonic's anyway), and put their hands on their hips.

"That is to say; keep Eggman's name out of your mouth and keep walking."

Sonic scoffed, letting his hand drop. He took a sharp breath before stepping to the side, trudging deeper into the mine.

Of course Nine fully intended to drop the conversation there, but the bag was already cut open, might as well get that cat out of it.

"There's someone else I'd say played you like a fiddle." They turned on his heel dramatically, trailing after their brother, who opted to pretend they weren't there apparently. He didn't spare even an ear flick in their direction while the tap of those oversized prism-kicks periodically triggered the bioluminescent fungus when hitting a stray bolt or pebble.

"Where is he now? That fancy-pants topside, no-fun-at-all." The silent treatment didn't deter Nine in the slightest, "Don't tell me he dumped you so soon. You were suuuch a perfect couple." the last sentence was leaking sarcasm of course.

Sonic though, kept silent. The only change to his face was a progressively deepening scowl.

"Did he send you to the pit or you actually got some sense into you and left on your own?"

"Can it Jinx. Before I do something I regret again."

The hedgehog suddenly exploded and fully faced him, balling his hands into fists at his sides.

"Aww, gonna punch me in the face again big bro?" The fox teased in a venomous, sing-song voice. That phantom ache on their cheek haunting them for years panged again, but at this point, they learned to ignore it. "You kind of fell off though, used to be better at it."

Then that fist was raised above their face, adrenaline from a seemingly endless fight bleeding from their veins, sternum uncomfortably crushed beneath hot metal plates and—

All Sonic did was shot him a silent warning glare. The plates on his kicks reconfigured, hissing out steam.

Nine blinked the flash memory away, pulling their lips in a frown

"Sheesh, you really are in a mood today. Almost like you're not happy to see me or something."

At that he sighed through his teeth, hanging his head low.

"Hm, go figure."

Silent treatment. Again. The darkness of the tunnel became thicker, almost physical as they went on. Particles of near static dust parted before them after every loud metal step. The quite literal monster lurking somewhere in there was stashed into the backlog of noise.

Neither of them might've been saying anything, but of course, Nine's head was anything but empty. A stray screeching in his ears, clink of metal against rock and a few pebbles falling to the ground. Hard to tell which one of those had an actual physical origin.

In the dim organic light, they observed the stoic silhouette of their brother. Shoulders squared and a steady step. No fear in what he might bump into between the flickers of light. At least he appeared so. Those spines of his were hard to read when so messed up and badly groomed, they looked to be on end almost constantly.

Nine wasn't afraid of the dark, because they knew what danger await them in there exactly, and everything else was either not real, or could be taken out with a well aimed blast of pure prism energy.

But they remember the days of being scared of the dark, a long, long time ago. But they were scared of a lot of things back then.

There was always a certain someone that would comfort them if it ever became unbearable. Someone that held their hand whenever the monsters would creep in and threaten to snatch them away.

Sonic has never felt as far away as he did now.

He was right there.

Arms reach away.

They could call out to him, grab him by the shoulder, punch him in the face, tackle him to the ground and shoot him in the face— yet for some reason it felt Nine couldn't move any further to the hedgehog then they already were.

A static flicker, Nine could swear the hedgehog had that awful hair dye washed out of his quills and stood much shorter. A reassuring smile on his lips.

A blink and it was gone.

Nine stepped on one side of the eroded mine cart rail, balancing on it with little to no effort as they continued onward.

"You know... I do miss the time when we were kids." Somehow they fished out their voice, stuck somewhere in the back of their throat, "Unaware of the complexity of just how thoroughly fucked everything was. Just you and me, my mistakes and your fixes. Never giving up on me even when everyone else kept telling you to do so..."

Nine was mostly just rattling off thoughts out loud. A sudden bout of reminiscence taking over them. They missed this blue now emo idiot.

We're they actually talking, or just though really hard about doing it? Well it certainly felt like sound was leaving their mouth, so the most likely option was Sonic just deliberately ignored them.

"Until of course, you did give up which... yea ok, fair. But, still think about it from time to time."

No response.

He used to be their entire world.

Now he wouldn't even look at them.

Nine shut their eyes forcibly. Already feeling a familiar chill crawling up their spine.

That reassuring smile was nothing but a hallucination, they knew.

Nine stepped off the rail as it got way too wrinkly and rusted to walk on properly.

That, and their legs were getting wobbly when thinking about the possibility of the memory from which that face came not being real.

It wouldn't be the first time their memory was wrong, there wasn't a whole lot they could fully trust back there.

So maybe...

Maybe all those times they remembered of Sonic taking the blame and the brunt of their "jinxes" weren't real. It's possible, that Sonic never actually cared all that much, or at all.

Maybe the two of them just happened to spend a lot of time together due to one circumstance or another, and in a poor attempt to cope, Nine's mind twisted the words and misinterpreted actions of the past into something that could get them through the day.

Maybe all of those compliments they remembered were meant to be backhanded and Nine, as a desperate and naive child, just didn't catch it.

Because by all the recent evidence, it would make sense.

A grim conclusion, but... Sonic did abandon them, 'I swear, I'm never going to abandon you again..' punched them, 'BECAUSE YOU'RE A JINX!' came back from the dead '...nothing, is ever going to change that.' only to lead a fucking enforcer on their trail and merrily try to kill them alongside that bastard. 'They're not getting away again!'

Trying to look past all that in an attempt at reconciliation was just another big mistake of theirs, wasn't it?

'The two-tails always jinxes everything.'

They really can't fix a single thing, permanently or right.

'Soon enough he'll realize just how much of a liability you are—'

No one will ever want them around.

'Don't cry. You're perfect.'

The only person that ever did is dead.

'...Ray was right—'

'Don't listen to him!'

'who would've expected— Every time she's around— it's almost like you're the— They blew it, again!— never anything right— Just one thing— nothing good—'

And it all began melting into incoherent noise and ringing.

In a futile attempt, they tried to muffle it by clasping their ears as close to their skull as possible. Of course, they knew it wouldn't work, it wasn't possible to shut out the sound of one's own brain there was no way to just turn it off and they tried unholstering their gun to get rid of the closest thing to the cause of this chaos except did they really want to kill their brother here and now of all places and times after they tried to reconcile with him—

It was like they breathed in for the first time after years then, as an audible hiss of steam shot through the suffocating wall of blurry noise and shattered it into temporary silence.

A steady hand was placed on the back of their shoulder, grounding them somewhat back into reality, rubbing gentle circles on their back while the gun fell from their hand and it didn't take too long to clatter. Soon it became clear they were much closer to the ground itself than they initially remembered.

There was a voice, but Nine couldn't process the words at all.

They looked up, meeting green eyes staring down at him. Concern and mild panic were all they saw before the tunnel went completely dark. The only light left being Nine's tails and the prism shards in Sonic's walkers.

The hand which shook the gun from their hand moved to their cheek, cupping it just as gently as the one on their back.

Nine was almost sent barreling straight into another episode for the exact opposite reason if Sonic stayed quiet for one more second.

"...can you hear me, like at all?"

Nine swallowed thickly, after what felt like years of silently gawking at nothing, they regained motor control of their own body enough to nod and speak.

"Loud and c-clear. Clear."

Without any further questions, Sonic pulled their hand over his neck and helped both of them upright.

They stood in silence, neither knowing whether to let go or what to comment on, if anything at all.

Eventually, Sonic decided to be the icebreaker this time, and do it with the smallest voice ever heard from the hedgehog

"Do you... do you deal with that often?"

Nine immediately cracked into a grin

"The voices and hallucinations? Yea. Have been for a while now."

They pried their hands back from the hedgehog, quickly picking up, dusting and holstering their pistol, but made no further attempt at increasing their distance.

"But they've been a lot more chill lately. Eggy's pretty nice, and the rest just pop in from time to time to make sure I don't forget about them or something."

"The rest...?" Sonic asked carefully, taking a natural step back with a glance over his shoulder. The lack of a heavy metal footfall was distinctly notable.

Nine's eyes trailed down, seeing the haphazardly tossed away boots by the tracks a few meters away from the two of them. Huh, Sonic stepped out of his fancy slippers to comfort them, how nice.

"Yea. Mighty, Ray..." Though they began answering pretty nonchalantly, they paused, looking at Sonic innocently, "You."

Sonic audibly grimaced, traces of guilt visible within, before he let out an indescribable noise. And fully turned to retrieve the boots.

The display sounded remorseful enough, so Nine was willing to interpret it as an attempt at a "sorry."

Either way, half of a boulder fell from their chest.

Maybe in the most tucked away corner within Sonic, there was a part that still cared for them. And always has.

The hedgehog tried to lift the Atlas Walkers after they toppled over in what was most likely a hasty stepping out of them. Except he refused to bend down and actually adjust the boots properly so it ended up looking like a really poor attempt at football tricks.

Nine didn't even think to hold back a snicker right before the hedgehog booted himself back up and stood a few centimeters taller.

Still too short to reach their forehead.

They shared a look, even if they couldn't really see the other, and by the time Nine clapped to light up the tunnel, Sonic was already with his back towards them.

The silence going forward was much more bearable. But they only got about two actual steps in when a distant thumping in an otherwise dead silent mine shook the walls.

[daz4i]

also like atp the biggest conspiracy theories for how the world works (shadow government or simulation theory mostly) are just. religion. you've just taken religion and replaced god(s) with the illuminati or whoever's running the simulation you supposedly live in. you think you're taking back control by being aware of this but really you've just gave it up by admitting you don't actually have any, and that your life is in the hands of a group of people rather than a higher being

AND this is funny as hell to hear from smug atheists who think they're better for not believing in god. babe you literally do you just gave it a different name. instead of saying "god works in mysterious ways" you just make some shit up abt how They want to control all of us for... something. that depends on the person actually

[quibbs126]

Now I’m kind of wishing Optimus had more dynamics like he did with Sentinel in Transformers Animated

Like yeah, he’s usually friends with Megatron before them having a falling out and hating each other, but what’s different between that and Sentinel is that in TFA, Sentinel was still an Autobot and someone Optimus had to work and cooperate with, and while a jerk was somewhere deep down a good person (though admittedly his actions by the end of Season 3 were pretty shady). So like, it’s not as simple as friend to enemy

I just think it was interesting and has potential to be explored more as something for Optimus

[superprofesh]

just going to throw this out there