#it has horrible consequences

[kyeterna]

"Oh General, what did you witness the night of the tragedy?

Oh General, could you have even known that your inability to act doomed the world?"

The Army of the Primordial Flame, the only strictly military guild- working directly under the Fourth Overseer, has been known for its expansionist expeditions throughout the world. Expedition "AURORA" was one like many. To lead such an expedition means your strategic skill has been acknowledged by the Fourth Overseer himself, the greatest honour. Gale was never really religious, he didn't care much about the Fourth's vision of the world. He just liked the prestige and importance that came with his role. And he was good at it.

The expedition was successful, only taking 4 months with no casualties. Back at Farport, he had managed to return with all 560 soldiers and mercenaries contracted from the Pharus Guild alive. Their trip back to Arkhan would have taken 3 days by boat. As Volkan had warned him; "It would be the best course of action, after all I have good reason to believe you might get attacked by enemy guilds on your way back. Keep an eye out for ambushes". The god couldn't accompany them as he had other matters to attend to. But Gale had other plans. His wife had given birth to their first kid just 2 months prior and his home, Spithol, was less than a day away. Sure it was the opposite direction than their destination, but surely it should be safe. There was no way any other guilds could have possibly known about the detour. And he missed his family so much.

They were at the town gates by evening. A joyous occasion, worthy of festivities. By night an entire festival was ready for both the civilians and the soldiers to enjoy. A celebration of the success and safe return. In honour of the hero of the town Gale. What later turned into the event known as the Unyielding Flame Massarce.

After a few hours of time with his family, plenty of food and a couple of drinks, movement away from the venue caught Gale's eye. A little drunk but still aware enough of his surroundings he ventured deeper into the dark alleyways of the town. At that point people were either fast asleep in their houses or still celebrating at the centre of the town, so the only light by now was coming from the clear starlit sky. A moment of peaceful quiet. The general slowly breathed in. The scent of the night humidity and- gunpowder?

What a terrible time to be drunk. After investigation, as much as one can investigate when under the influence, he realised that most of the town seemed to have been trapped. But no sign of culprits- everyone he had seen up to that point were people he knew. None of them could have done this, right? He ran to the town walls, towards the gates. Frozen shut via an impenetrable substance. Upon further investigation he came to the grim realisation that they were all trapped inside for good. As he looked for potential suspects or ways out if the worst was to happen he came across one of the people contracted from the Pharus guild. "We are in trouble- have you seen anyone suspicious around town?". A pause. It was too dark for Gale to read that man's expression. "No- not that I am aware-" "You need to warn the rest of the crew, we have to find a way to evacuate everyone" another pause. "Sure".

After minutes pass with no news from the crew or any results from his investigation, he headed towards the centre himself. And in the distance, in the sky, he could clearly see smoke. Mind racing he ran towards the festival. Tripping on his way back- what a terrible time to be drunk- he came across that same mercenary holding a torch. Making eye contact they both froze. Adam- he thinks that was his name, stared at him like a deer caught in headlights. Gale tightened the grip on his sword. He thought he understood what was happening in front of him. He thought for a moment that of course this was happening. He thought of killing the man in front of him. But he hesitated. At a standstill he couldn't help but think how much he just wanted to see his wife and daughter. The sound of explosions and loud screaming brought him back to reality. And he ran towards his home. Letting the man go.

It didn't take long for the fire to spread throughout the city. It didn't take long for the laughter of joy from the festivities to be turned into screams for help. It didn't take long for the smoke to overtake all the senses. Chaos and confusion spread. Gale tried directing his crew to help the people calm down- but where would they go? There was no escape, none that he could find. It didn't take long till the men in his crew who weren't consumed by the flames starting fighting each other. And all Gale could think about at that moment was how badly he wished to see his wife and daughter. He ran and ran, burnt corpses surrounding him. The smell of smoke and burnt flesh slowly choking him. His armour suffocating him, oh how badly he wanted to get rid of it. But it was his only protection from the fire. And he ran as towering flames grazed him. And he ran tripping on collapsed people, some still conscious enough to scream in pain. Maybe they were all cursing him at that moment. But all he could think about was how badly he wished to see his wife and daughter.

When he finally arrived at his home, it was completely ablaze. "Lyn?!" He shouted, choking on some of the smoke. No response. He jumped inside and looked around. He couldn't see anything but fire and smoke. Parts of the roof had already collapsed. And as he walked forward the floor beneath him crumbled and he fell in the basement, which had been untouched from the fire. As he was attempting to stand up again more debris fell on him, knocking him unconscious.

Hours passed before he finally got up to the first light of dawn. He slowly stood up, and made his way upstairs. By now his house had been completely burnt. Looking outside there were still fires burning some of the houses but he couldn't hear anything or anyone else. He walked further inside the house. A burnt corpse hunched over the what used to be a cradle. Ah. He sat there for what felt like ages, staring at the gruesome sight in front of him. He got to live out of sheer dumb luck. Just dumb luck.

When evening started approaching he just walked out. Very few fires were still burning in the distance, only some smoke now visible. He started looking around the streets and houses for anyone alive. He made sure to count them all. 2, 5, 10, 27, 42, 75, 100, 341, 784, and the number kept growing, and growing. People he could no longer recognise, people he had grown up with, people he had fought with, people he had so horribly failed. 1207 civilians dead. 558 soldiers dead. 1 missing person. Only survivor- Gale himself. By night he reached the gates of the town. Still completely frozen shut. And so he dug.

What followed after was a haze. He just walked for days, dwelling on that night. Ways he could have prevented it, ways it could have been better. Plagued by images of that night, all the victims. Why did they have to die. Why did he have to live.

A chuckle echoed in his ears. He looked up and saw a figure of legend. At least he thought he saw Her. It had to be. White robe, blindfold, the three halos decorating Her head, the pale hair and complexion. The doting Mother, Creation, Amatheia. She was smiling at the man. A smile that invoked fear. She reached Her hand out. The Witness of the end, of fates worse than death. And the verdict was decided.

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Have some stills I like

(for the previous one i like both cleaned up and sketch versions a lot)

[ohitslen]

Average university experience

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

alcina dimitrescu KILLS her maids and drinks their blood

karl heisenberg tried to use a BABY as a weapon

ethan winters is WHITE

mother miranda tries to STEAL someones daughter

at the end of the day, your favorite resident evil 8 characters are terrible people

[chiangyorange]

This place is a message…and part of a system of messages…pay attention to it!

isles echoes so much of s1 that it felt like a show play. theres something harrowing as an unknown entity. nothing primordial like the light and dark, or maybe it is. isles wasnt a True universe in the way that mianite seasons 1 and 2 were. it was called mianitian isles. something close, something similar, but not quite the same as the others

it wants to be adored by silly little mortals who will devote themselves to its cause. it wants to be human, but only the shape of one. it wants to be greater than mere mortal beings. it wants to be indescribable.

sounds kind of like it wants to be a god

[tabbyrocks]

"how come you ship monodeku but you hate bakudeku? they are the same thing" NO THEY ARE NOOOOOTTTTTTTTTT SCREAMS AND RIPS MY HAIR OUT.

I've had to deal with the Monoma being viewed as some off brand Bakugo issue for so long now, it's time I complain about it.

the only reason people compare the two is because Monoma is blonde and mean. but they are so different from each other and its insane that people don't acknowledge that.

Monoma actually cares about and gets along well with his classmates. he is soley rude to 1-a BECAUSE of Bakugo. even though Bakugo is better in the more recent arcs about teamwork and such, he didn't get along with his class (because he didn't want to.) another thing is how Monoma is / was a victim of quirk discrimination while Bakugo WAS A QUIRK DISCRIMINATOR. Bakugo had no reason for the things he did / the way he acted, he was canonly spoiled as a child. meanwhile Monoma actually has issues linked to his behavior (ex: getting bullied).

and monodeku being "the same thing" as bakudeku is a stupid claim. Bakugo bullied and abused Izuku for a decade. Monoma just shits on 1-A.

Monoma is basically what the fandom THINKS Bakugo is. someone who got hurt as a child and now takes it out on others to feel better about themselves. because Monoma does not think he is better than 1-A. he doesn't think he is strong. he was told that he will always be stuck on the sidelines and even though he says different that feeling is still there.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

We can’t keep doing this.

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[solanj]

LOVE ME Proper context for this scene would take an essay to explain, so I'll only provide this: not long before this episode Heinrix left her. With an extremely good reason. (Well, he stayed on the ship since he's still under XC' orders but ceased all communication except what's strictly necessary for business) Silence copes with it (and her guilt) very, VERY poorly

[qoldenskies]

I was reading back through caged lungs and I realized just how many times Donnie got hit in the head during the last fight and how hard, no wonder Leo is concerned about brain damage.

Also, when Donnie goes to see April at the end of chapter 2, is he just dissociating really hard or is that an actual physical symptom from the…everything really!

not to mention the oxygen deprivation with raph throttling him! the last fight is so visceral and nasty and it was the final nail in the coffin when it came to donnie's issues physically and mentally, because although he would have been terrified of them regardless i dont think it wouldve been "inconsolable screaming heap at the sound of raph's voice" like it was in the early bit of CW.

and id mark that as dissociation personally. the second he registered as being in relative safety he kind of shut down because he wasn't able to process it, which had kind of been a running coping mechanism through the last month or so of CL. MIND YOU: IT IS NOT HELPED ALONG BY THE BRAIN FOG CAUSED BY HIS TIME IN ISOLATION, its a nasty concoction of problems. and also yeah physical exhaustion definitely doesnt help! he ran all the way to april's apartment while actively starving, after all.

although itll get better after [REDACTED PLOT THREAD] is handled, i think dissociation is gonna be something donnie will be dealing with for years, because spending four days in a quiet, enclosed dark space has some extremely messed up consequences for your brain and body. it was also in general something he used to cope under the abuse, so i could see him having issues with it when he's not in his right mind (sick or sleep-deprived, for example), i could see him regressing back to that old mindset when something like that happens. his perception of reality is permanently a little fucked :(

[ladyscifi]

This is… very disappointing.

[problematicbots]

Winged Sentinel au: Bad ending

TW: death. Heavily Angst

Sentinel Prime, Jetfire, and Jetstorm were shopping and hanging out inside of an emporium when suddenly Sentinel got a call from Ultra Magnus from his antennae.

“Sentinel I requested you and project safeguard come to council hall urgently and immediately ” commands Ultra Magnus in a serious tone before cutting off from the signal.

Sentinel raised his non-existent eyebrow wondering what could be so urgent that Ultra Magnus didn't know how to explain the whole situation.

Sentinel didn't like this. Was this an emergency, a disaster, or something else? He needed to find out now.

“Jetfire and Jetstorm, it's time to leave; there's an emergency in the council hall, “ called Sentinel over to twins who had been playing air hockey in the corner of the emporium.

“What the emergency, Sentinel sir?!” asked Jetstorm hitting the puck into the goal with one fair hit making Jetfire let out a little “aww” while Jetstorm celebrated his win with a little “yes”

“It huh…well, it's urgent, so let's go!’ yelped Sentinel, turning towards the exit with Jetstorm and Jetfire following behind him, although Jetfire still did have a little pout on his face.

Once inside the council hall, Sentinel widened his optics to find a giant red machine with two headsets in the middle of the room. Ultra Magnus was standing to the side of the machine, accompanied by Perceptor and two guards, while the rest of the council watched overhead.

Jetstorm's face succumbed to fear when he saw the machine while Jetfire immediately placed his arm protectively in front of his brother although he was scared too as he remembered all the time similar machines like this one caused them distress.

“What the-wait, what is all this?” questioned Sentinel, narrowing his optics at the machine. “I thought I told you no more machines!”

Sentinel, instinctively, stood protectively in front of Jetfire and Jetstorm, disliking the look of this situation.

“That order has been terminated by the council” announced Ultra Magnus firmly “and so has Project Safeguard”

Sentinel gulped at the word “terminated” that came from Ultra Magnus glossa..he didn't mean what Sentinel thought he meant, right?

“Wait what do you mean terminated” questioned Sentinel as his faceplate turned pale at the implications

“We decide that project Safeguard and Vedette are both far too expensive to continue so must go for the other to continue” explained Ultra Magnus “even at the risk of not coming out of the other side exactly online considering we need the extra data from their hard drive”

These words raise shock and anger within Sentinel's Hard drive: how could his commander risk the life of two Autobots just to stay on some sorry excuse of a budget??

“So, if you don't mind, we are taking Project Safeguard,” Ultra Magnus snapped his sevros, ordering the guards to grab Jetfire and Jetstorm.

Jetfire and Jetstorm widened their optics as the guards slowly approached them with their weapons while trying their best to keep the twins low-key separated from the guards however the guards were able to get around him and grabbed the twins by the helm much to Sentinel's disgust.

“Sentinel, don't let them offline us, “ cried Jetstorm while getting pulled towards the machine with his brother, who is fighting me to get out of the guard's grip by biting their servo with his glossa.

Sentinel couldn't just stand there and watch; he knew he needed to do something, but what? Fighting since it would break so many protocols, what was he supposed to do? Take the twins' place so they can be free..wait.. that might not be half bad of an idea after all.

“Wait hold on, why don't..I gave the extra data instead, keep project safeguard and…cancel project Vedette “ gulped Sentinel not believing his saying this out his mouth

This caught everyone’s attention immediately as the guards turned to helm over to Sentinel; Perceptor starred in interest, Jetfire and Jetstorm cried in protest, Ultra Magnus’s optics widened in shock while the council was a whole chorus of gaps.

“Sentinel you’re my sub-commander you aren't seriously considering risking your life for this, are you” questioned Ultra Magnus in concern.

Sentinel gulped again, not believing that he was doing this either, but it was way better than the twins losing their lives.

“.. well sir..I don't know if you noticed but I haven't exactly the huh..you know been the best sub-commander lately and well not to mention the twins aren't fully professional in-flight unlike myself “ explained Sentinel as let out another gulp “So if you could….allow me to take their place sir “

To Ultra Magnus’s horror, the council whispers and discussion seem to be in favor of letting Sentinel take Jetfire and Jetstorm's place. With the pressure rising, Ultra Magnus followed the rest of the council's decision.

“I- very well then, guards release project to safeguard and seize… project Vedette “commands Ultra Magnus.

“No!” Protested Jetfire and Jetstorm at the same time. “Sir, you- you can't do this. Who is going to..look out for!”

However, it was far too late the guards pushed the twins to the side before seizing Sentinel and tossing the prime into the machine.

“Well…I'm sure Jazz well…I huh trust him but for now, look out for each other ok “Yelp Sentinel over to the twins before getting restrained to the machine and the headset attached to his helm.

Jetfire and Jetstorm both keep screaming “no” as they try to reach over to stop Sentinel from doing what he is doing. Unfortunately, they are blocked by Ultra Magnus's hammer as the commander hesitantly pulls out a remote, which he points at the machine with a shaky servo.

“A-any last requests? “ questioned Ultra Magnus with his digitals hovering over the giant red button on the remote.

“ Well, Actually, yes, you let Jetfire and Jetstorm live their lives just like any other bot and never bother them ever again, understand?” replied Sentinel seriously.

A murmur of astonishment swept through the council as they huddled together, whispering fervently about the implications of Sentinel’s audacious request.

“you wouldn't decline the request of a dying Autobot, would you?” questioned Sentinel in a dark tone. “So Let them be free”

This strikes a core within Ultra Magnus: of course, he doesn't want to delay the request of a dying Autobot even someone like him has his morals so despite the obscurity of the request, he decides to accept.

“I- of course not, request accepted and..” Ultra Magnus choked for a bit before continuing. “Goodbye Sentinel Prime”

Jetfire and Jetstorm screech in horror as Ultra Magnus presses the button, sending an electric shock through Sentinel's body. The shock extracts all the data from his hard drive connected to the helmet, and Sentinel lets out blood-curdling screams of agony.

Sentinel watched as his entire life flashed before his optics: the boot camp, the academy, and his friendships with Optimus and Elita. He reflected on the fallout from those friendships, joining the elite guard, and the strong bonds he formed with the twins. The only regret he had was wishing he could have done better with any of these as he felt his spark finally give out.

Once the machine was finished, Sentinel's lifeless body collapsed onto the ground, causing Jetfire and Jetstorm to cry out in grief as they managed to move around Ultra Magnus’s hammer toward Sentinel’s body, where they kneeled in sorrow.

“Sentinel! No.. please wake up, “ cried Jetstorm, sobbing in his faceplate onto the prime’s chest. “Please”.

Jetfire was holding around the prime’s helm, trying to shake him back online while crying, “Come back please” over and over again..however, it was pointless; Jetfire, at that moment, knew that their leader was gone.

“He’s gone, Jetstorm…he’s GONE!” cried Jetfire in anger and cried before dropping Sentinel’s helm and bolting out of the room, passing by Ultra Magnus and Perceptor.

“Jetfire! Wait! “ cried Jetstorm, running after his brother, leaving Ultra Magnus and Perceptor to deal with the corpse of Sentinel.

Jetstorm rushed down a long hallway, searching for his brother, when he noticed a small trail of fire on the floor. Recognizing that his brother was responsible, he immediately followed it.

The tail of fire led Jetstorm into a dim hallway where Jetfire was in the corner punching the wall in rage while his whole body was burning like a raging inferno that destroyed anything in its path.

“IT'S NOT FAIR! IT IS NOT FAIR! IT'S NOT FAIR!” screamed Jetfire, punching the wall multiple times in a row.

Jetstorm watched in concern as their brother's flame burned brighter than any spark out there, and at that moment, he needed to be there for him.

So by holding his breath, Jetstorm created a rainstorm around his body to protect himself from the flames as he approached his brother with open arms while fighting against the raging inferno.

“IT’S NOT-” Before Jetfire could finish his sentence, he was pulled into a tight hug that cooled his flames down.

“I know it is not fair..it will never be fair for us, but we had to keep going for Sentinel..” cried Jetstorm, hugging his brother tightly. “And well..I miss him too”.

Jetfire’s flames disappear into nothingness as he buries himself into the hug never wanting to let go of his brother.

“It’s just that..well I finally thought for a moment we could be a full family again, you know with me, you, and Sentinel but I guess that..over now ” cried Jetfire sobbing into his shout

“We can still be family, we still have each other, and we still have Jazz with us. We just need to find him “ whimpered Jetstorm comforting his brother by wiping the tears off his faceplate.

Hope flashed across Jetfire optics: Jazz is the coolest Cybertronian out there, if anybody was going to help them out it would be him.

“Y-yes you're right we just need to find Jazz and everything will be ok” exhaled Jetfire finally calm “Let's find him”

After hugging for a bit longer the two finally split apart before running towards Jazz's dojo with genuine hope in their spark that things were going to get better.

Once inside Jazz’s dojo, their optics widened when they realized that the Cyber-Ninja wasn't there; instead, there was a note on the equipment.

Jetstorm grabbed the note from the equipment and began reading it with his brother. Their faceplates turned pale as they realized the note's commitment, which read:

“Dear SP, I fear my and other's safety has been put at risk due to the current state of the elite guard so this will be my last day before I take my leave to earth. “

-Jazz

Jetfire and Jetstorm couldn't believe this: Jazz was gone too leaving them by themselves once again.

“H-he left us” sobbed Jetstorm with his servos shaking while Jetfire stared at the note in resentment.

“Well, who needs him anyway? We still have each, just like you say,” replied Jetfire, taking the note and crumpling it up in boiled-up anger.

This much to Jetfire's spark break didn't make Jetstorm feel better as a burst of wind surrounded his brother as tears fell from his faceplate.

“It's just that…I thought he was different you know just like Sentinel ….I mean, Sentinel trusted him, and he just threw away..” cried Jetstorm as the wind around him began to speed up fast.

Jetfire widened his optics in dread as he saw his brother floating in the middle of a mini tornado that was tossing everything around the dojo.

This was that moment when Jetfire realized that was his turn to comfort his brother so with zero hesitation he jumped into the tornado and hugged his brother slowing down the wind speed on the progress.

“Jazz may have broken Sentinel's trust, but we won't. I swear the all spark one day this will all feel like a nightmare that will fade away I promise “ cried Jetfire as his brother slowly backed down to the floor as the winds disappeared into nothingness

For a moment they just sobbed into each other arms with nothing other than pain and agony in their spark.

“I-I wanted to go home.. but I don't know if we even had that anymore, “ whimpered Jetstorm.

“Then we will find a home for now let's just get out of here..” replied Jetfire leading his brother out of the dojo

Jetstorm nodded, and together they left Fort Maximus with no plan, no destination, no leader, and no one else by their side—only each other against the world, just like always.

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Inside a rundown Inn, Jazz sat down at the corner table of a bar with a glass of oil in his servo: he ended up not going to Earth after all since there was a guilt feeling preventing him from simply borrowing a ship towards Earth so instead he end booking here spending a few days hoping that all everything will eventually cool down.

He was about to take a sip of oil when suddenly a news broadcast flashed across a monitor overhead catching everyone’s attention.

“Breaking News the sub-commander of the Autobots Sentinel prime been found offline floating in space, investigation into his cause of death is ongoing and his memorial service will be held inside of Fort Maximus later today “ announced the new anchor on the scene.

Jazz's spark dropped when he heard the news: he couldn't believe this Sentinel was offline and he couldn't help but feel his spark swim in guilt that he happened to quit right after his death without even having a proper conversation with the prime.

His optics as he watched the bar turned into mutters of rumors surrounding the sub-commander's seemingly mysterious death.

“Space, what was that hothead doing in space” questioned one black mech in a whisper.

“I bet he got offline by mercenaries” rumored one violent femme.

“Or what if it was the cons and they are planning to attack!” Gulped one red mech in fear

Jazz, however, didn't have time for rumors as he quickly got up from his seat and bolted over to Fort Maximum to see if this was true.

Once he was there and was able to find the correct room his optics widened in horror. At the scene, in front of him were multiple aisles of chairs that were standing in front of a platform that had the casket of Sentinel's shell inside, and next to the casket Stood Ultra Magnus on a podium.

Jazz couldn't believe this…Sentinel Prime was dead and guilt hit him like a stab in the spark feeling like he could have done something to stop all of this from happening.

Well, the least he could do now was attend his service so he scanned around for an empty seat only to realize the only helm that he recognized aside from Ultra Magnus himself, was Longarms, Optimus and his crew who were in the front left row while the rest of the attendants seem to be either from the media or curious cybertronian taking pictures.

With a small sign, he begins heading towards the front row to sit with Optimus and the crew. However, before he could reach the front row, he heard a familiar voice in the right middle row that caught his attention.

“YOU!” hissed the familiar voice dropping in pure hate at the sight of the cyber ninja’s presence at the memorial service.

Jazz turned his helm in the direction of the voice to find that it belonged to Jetfire who was sitting next to a sniffing Jetstorm who was wearing his tears away with his sevros .

“Oh..huh hi Jet-” Before Jazz could awkwardly greet the twins, Jetfire jumped from his seat And punched Jazz’s square in his faceplate knocking him straight down on the ground.

Immediately, everyone in the memorial service turned their attention to the commotion, with some attendants with jaw drops on the floor while others took pictures or recorded the whole scene with cameras.

Optimus and the rest of the crew quickly rushed over to Jazz's side to help him up while Jetstorm stood at Jetfire's side, although he was stunned at his brother's actions.

“THIS IS ALL YOU FAULT!” shouted Jetfire, pointing to Jazz's faceplate while Jazz started at back him startled.

Optimus, seeing Jetfire was about to throw another punch, jumped in between Jazz and Jetfire to prevent a fight from breaking out.

“Listen, I don't know who you are, but it isn't a time for a fight.. follow, Autobot just died today, and we should be respectful, not at each other's throats, “ Spoked Optimus, gently blocking Jetfire's punch.

Ultra Magnus wanted to step in, but he decided to just watch, believing Optimus could cool this down before either party could take things too far.

“Oh you don't think I know that Mr Hero!” shouted Jetfire with an angry laugh “You had no idea what Sentinel meant to us and how Jazz, Ultra Magnus, and everyone else left us out there to rot”

Optimus Prime widened his optics in surprise at this: did Sentinel was able to form new bonds, were these his new friends, and what did he mean by left to rot?

“What do you mean by that? “ questioned Optimus looking between Jazz and Jetfire.

Jetfire signaled for Jetstorm to hand him something, which Jetstorm reluctantly agreed to. Before doing so, he whispered to his brother to be careful. This turned out to be Jazz's resignation note, which Jazz glanced at in horror.

“Sentinel Prime here was the only one that didn't give up on us..he even updated himself to be a jet to teach us how to fly,” explained Jetfire. “And before he…went offline he trusted Jazz to supervise us”

The media cameras keep flashing, capturing the note as gossip spreads throughout the room, with everyone eager to know what Jetfire will say next.

“But when we went to his dojo instead of finding hope in Jazz, we found this note” sniffed Jetfire “Jazz here.. abandoned us!”

The media gasped in disgust as some began writing the events down on their Datapads, while Optimus stared around in confusion and shock, trying to make sense of everything that was coming out of Jetfire’s glossa.

“What..hold on you two saw him go offline in space” questioned Optimus a bit taken aback

“Oh none of you know what really happened to Sentinel do you?” replied Jetfire putting away the note. “you all believe that space story “

Ultra Magnus horror-stricken realized that Jetfire would reveal Sentinel's true fate. He finally decided to intervene after watching for so long.

“THAT IS ENOUGH, EVERYONE BACK TO THEIR SEAT NOW!” shouted Ultra Magnus, his booming voice echoing off the walls of the room. “IF YOU DON'T MIND, WE HAVE A MEMORIAL TO PROGRESS WITH “.

Immediately everyone in faded silence followed Ultra Magnus's orders as they returned to their seats with Optimus and crew helping the injured Jazz sit down in the front row. However, not everyone followed Ultra Magnus's orders since Jetfire and Jetstorm were standing their ground, staring at the commander with draggers in their optics.

“Say that one who killed him “ hissed Jetfire boldly pointing at the commander's chest plate with no fear in his spark.

Everyone in the room gasped at Jetfire’s words while Optimus turned his helm at Ultra Magnus with a look of disbelief and yet betrayal across the faceplate.

This struck a core in Ultra Magnus’s spark as he without thinking raised his hammer high in anger at the nerve of this jet.

“I’VE SAID THAT ENOUGH!” shouted Ultra Magnus, slamming his hammer against the floor with such force that it caused the ground to shake. The impact created cracks that spread from the floor up to the ceiling.

Everyone watched in absolute horror as the room quickly fell apart, like a sandcastle, with more cracks appearing on the walls every second.

“EVERYONE OUT NOW!” shouted Optimus, rolling out of his seat as a piece of the ceiling came crashing down from above.

The room was filled with screams as everyone rushed to safety. Unfortunately, the crack spread beyond that room, and Fort Maximus collapsed inward. Optimus and his crew tried to keep everyone calm and lead them safely out of the building; however, the chaos made it impossible for anyone to hear above the noise of blood-curdling screams

The scene was pure chaos as Cybertronians pushed each other aside to get ahead. They transformed into their vehicle modes to move faster, while some fell through the collapsing floor or were crushed by falling debris. Unfortunately, not all of them could be saved despite Optimus' crew's rescue efforts.

During the middle of this chaos, Jazz couldn't find Jetfire or Jetstorm anywhere within the crowd, he tried yelling their name however it a overshadowed by the many other screams, and with the floor behind quickly collapsing he had no choice other than to move forward.

Eventually, Jazz managed to escape Fort Maximus, running many feet away from the building with a few others.

He scanned the area looking for Jetfire and Jetstorm only to find they weren't there; most of everyone else he knew was there..at least the ones who survived, like Optimus, Prowl, Bumblebee, Bulkhead, Ratchet, Longarms Ultra Magnus, and Cliffjumper.

However, Jetfire and Jetstorm were nowhere to be found, making Jazz have a horrible realization: they were still inside the collapsing building.

Jazz quickly transformed into his vehicle mode as he raced quickly towards Fort Maximus in an attempt to save the twins; however, it was far too late as he watched in horror to watch the once mighty building collapse into dust, leaving nothing behind aside large chunks of debris in its place.

“No! Jetfire and Jetstorm!” cried Jazz, jumping on top of the debris and digging into it in nothing other than pure desperation.

The only thing Jazz could find that reminded him of the twins were Jetstorm’s shades covered in debris, which he clutched against his chest plate with regret.

“I-I'm sorry, guys,” cried Jazz on his knees. “I should have given you a chance”.

Jazz sobbed as his spark and the world around him turned into a pit of despair he would never escape, losing something he never knew he wanted: A chance to get to know Jetfire and Jetstrom before they were gone from his life for good.

(Bad ending unlock )

[requiemforthestars]

I'm a NATLA defender now, tbh. I think more people will grow to appreciate its good parts more as time goes on. I'm of course waiting to see how they wrap everything up and I'm not immune to its flaws, but I think people are so blinded by everything not being The Exact Same as the original cartoon than they're not appreciating its good parts. It's an adaptation, a companion, it's not a replacement to the original.

[pass3ra]

cressida's storyline was genuinely shameful tbhhh it's like they started rewriting it in the first half of the season then completely forgot about the changes they'd made to make it fit the book plot and it just ends up making everyone else look bad😐 every character in the second half got a "penelope did nothing wrong" lobotomy so we ended up with eloise completely ignoring cressida being sold off to an horrible man (when she made every effort to support her in the first half of the season) and for some reason resenting her for pretending to be lady whistledown? Then they somehow frame her ignoring colin's offensively bad pleas as it being her turning away from redemption when all she's trying to do is escape being trapped in the country with her likely abusive aunt... and it ends with her meeting her horrible fate and it still being framed as tragic only to immediately juxtapose it with the bridgerton family winning the idgaf war while gleefully seeing off francesca and her future dead husband. The bridgertons were the villains of the season frfr

[perenlop]

havent seen this take in a while thankfully but it popped up in my head and i wanna post this anyways. i think everyone who talks about how siffrin “got off too easy” at the end of isat and his friends should have abandoned him should go read warrior cats if they want an example of a character using their trauma as their god-given jailbreak card to treat their family and peers (a good amount of whom who were completely innocent) like dogshit, and who faces zero consequences from the narrative for it (and in fact bends over to blame their peers). like read all the shit jayfeather does while the narrative sobs over how tragic but awesome and quirky he is and then look me in the eye and tell me siffrin’s ending was poorly written.

[shrews-art]

I could write a whole essay about how Victor Vale and Kell Maresh are two sides of the same coin, opposites yet somehow similar when it comes to their relationship with pain

[touchlikethesun]

okay so. don’t crucify me. but su she and jin guangyao do actually make some pretty compelling points.