#my fave security bot!!!!

[tur11ngery]

hc that V2 has a soft spot for children after being brought to a school for demonstration. they are among the most vulnerable members of society, making them high up on the internal priority list of those to bring to safety first. plus they are infinitely curious and silly and V2 resonates with that (albeit making them a little stressful to keep track of)

[recallback-art]

Exposing my cringe on main also. I absolutely love Mr. Michael Afton FNAF and impulsively made a headcanon design for him while experiencing a particularly strong bout of feeling sick in the head.

Maybe he's not as ourple as some people go for, but I felt pretty smart for making the ourple be extensive bruising and rot.

[lexicorp]

Transformers Earthspark: Another Place, Another Prison

Got a weird little chapter where the perspective shifts from Megs to right back to Star. I swear dude, when i write these peeps I can't help but slip a bit of TFP into them. It was my first fave after all, and it often fills in some of the cracks for me. Oh and also a bit of Armada energy or a bit of other stuff from things i've heard/seen from comics and shit. Totally mish mash inspo admittedly.

[also side note: I don't necessarily ship op and meg, I mainly used the partner title as platonic and referencing that Megs doesn't rlly see him as his leader per say. I kinda like to keep the ship ambiguity much like the shows do tbh]

But yeh, first a short bit of Op and Megs talkin about our seeker creature. Then we see said creature fucking around with the chaos powers and getting into a bit of trouble. It ended up a lot more brutal than I initially outlined it i must admit-- but don't worry! After this insanity, the bots actually might realize how much of a non sustainable solution it is to keep Star in there.

Previous Chapter: An Unwanted Sequel

First Chapter: The Need For Read

Next Chapter: The Illusion of Freedom

Chapter 7: A Broken Boogeyman

“I just don’t know, Optimus.” 

Megatron leaned against the steel bars overseeing the cameras with crossed arms. He’d been loitering in silence for quite some time as he observed Ori–Optimus, type away at the databanks. Prowl and him had been working rather constantly in the effort to locate the ship the Decepticons had stolen. But Megatron had asked him to relocate his efforts to this access point to their system, so that they could keep an eye on Starscream.

“About what?” His old friend finally inquired. The mech surely knew of what he spoke, yet was merely prodding him to further explain his thoughts.

“Starscream.” Megatron gestured towards the caged seeker on the screen, even if Optimus wasn’t looking at him. His former second was just pacing as he so often did, but he also seemed to be intentionally calling upon that unstable power Megatron had seen him carry. “His recent behavior bothers me.”

“That so?” Optimus removed his servos from the keys and turned to face him as a show of his attention. “What about it concerns you?”

Megatron stared at the monitor a moment before sighing and refocusing his gaze upon Optimus. “The aggression. It is less like him to lash out in the way I’ve witnessed as of late. When it comes to his anger, I've known him to often be more… snide, than explosive. Do you suppose it has to do with the corrupted Emberstone incident?” A rather vague question, yet he knew his partner would understand the full scope of its implications. 

“I suppose,” Optimus followed Megatron’s previous gaze to the smaller corner of the large board of screens displaying the seeker for a moment. Of whom looked to be rambling about something, and punching the wall in a little tantrum. “It is rather odd. Even so, should it not bring you comfort that he is within our custody? He poses no threat from here. Or is it perhaps a more personal matter to you, Megatron? Did the conversation you two shared not go well?”

“It went as well as it could. We have…never been quite good at…talking.” Megatron tapped a finger against his plating in thought. Starscream had always held a particular seat in his mind through the years. He kept him on his toes, even when Megatron hadn’t wanted him to. “I know it seems like he is secure at the moment,” He continued, “yet I cannot help but question how long it will be until he manages to escape and continue on with his questionable goals. I had tried to determine what his next move could be, but he still eludes me with his backwards talk.”

Optimus hummed and slowly began to resume his typing, now only half focusing on his work. “Would perhaps, upping security ease your mind old friend?” 

“Perhaps…” Megatron contemplates this offer. What more security could be implemented? It seemed useless to station someone outside Starscream’s cell to just sit there when they could be useful elsewhere, especially when they already have eyes on him from here. Plus, he could just use someone’s presence as an opportunity to trick them somehow. Obviously then, Megatron would be the best suited for such a station, but that was not going to happen. Prowl would likely not trust him for the task. They may have gotten on slightly friendlier terms, but one act in battle could not wash away centuries. Well…that statement could be debated on circumstance, he supposed. But that was a worn out topic in his processor.

“Regardless, I can assure you, that even if he does somehow escape as he did before; we will be notified immediately.” Optimus’ antennae tipped back only slightly, in a way that informed of the ridiculous smirk the mech no doubt brought to his faceplate. “You should not worry so much! Maybe all you need is a walk in the sun. That is what the humans say is a cure-all for a dower mood! We have been stuck in this stuffy rock for quite some time, after all.”

Megatron chuckled, “If you are going to try and send me off on some frivolous nature stroll, then I will be forced to drag your workaholic aft out there with me!” He removed himself from the steel ledge guards and made his way by Optimus’ side to punch his shoulder. “You need it just as much as I.”

Optimus rolled his eyes and glared with a fond grin at the playful threat. “That may be so, but my responsibilities as leader would not allow me such things at this time.”

“Preposterous! Shoulder the load to someone else. You cannot rust in here while insisting I take leave.” Megatron put his hands on his hips like he was talking to a sparkling. Which his old friend very well could be sometimes.

“I will not simply pass my burdens upon my comrades for my own pleasure, thank you.”

Megatron groaned, “Oh don’t phrase it like that.” 

Optimus sighed and brushed Megatron out of the way to reach a different conduit. “It is accurate. Now unless you intend on assisting me with my work, you should decompress elsewhere for the time being.”

Megatron’s posture drooped slightly as he watched his partner continue on in his mission. The fool was always so focused on others. Putting so much pressure on his plate alone like he was the soul force that kept the planets aligned. Sure, he occasionally relied on others quite well. But in these past years of working alongside his partner, Megatron had seen just how absurdly stubborn the mech could be.

He knew the Prime would want him to simply heed his word and not pry further, as per their conversation about Megatron’s tendency to question him perhaps a bit too often. Even so, this was different. A matter of a concerned compatriot enforcing a bit of necessary self-care. Whether the mech would be mad at him or not was an irrelevant notion, and could even be quite amusing.

So Megatron began to extend a hand to take the Matrix driven mech’s arm, “Come now Optimus–”

When suddenly, the alarm blared obnoxiously through the base. Megatron’s helm immediately shot to the monitor to see a cell filled with nothing but a bit of ash and a barrier littered with chaotic sparks.

Starscream was gone.

***

Starscream paced back and forth across his prison in a rather short path. An intentional stride, as he found that the less distance he allowed himself to travel, the more it lent to instead increasing the tension within him. That was what he needed. Calm wasn’t going to get him out of here. 

Frag having a cool head. Any rational plan would just come back to blow up in his face. No, they’d expect that classic, clever, scheming Starscream. They’d surely predict any little uselessly intricate plan he could concoct, and crush it, if his own Primus damned processor didn’t accomplish that first. 

Red lightning was steadily increasing in intensity across his frame. Good.

No one had visited him after his horribly done exchange with Hashtag, and that had left him with plenty of time to focus on finally getting a better handle on Quitus’ curse. It thrived off of anger, spite, and destructive thoughts. Starscream had that in spades! If it wanted him to disintegrate the structure housing them, or crush the mechs caging him into sniveling lumps of slag, it was about time it helped him do it. 

“You will do as I command or so help me Quintus–” Starscream hissed at the crimson air as he flexed his shaking servos.

“Planning on showing the world just how dangerous you truly are, Transformer?” Mandroid was right by his peds with his absolutely revolting amalgamation of parts and flesh before him. “Prove me right.” The wretched pest had such a mad grin on its squishy faceplate and a taunting tone that made him sick. Making the power surge in his spark. 

Starscream yelled in a rather embarrassingly feral manner as he launched a fist down upon its helm–head–whatever the damn human had! Even with his new found speed and electrified assault power under his control, the illusion managed to escape into whatever Pit it had spawned from. All with an infuriating laugh. He thrusted a fist into the wall to test his strength against it, before turning to survey the little space he aimed to destroy.

“I will never take orders from a human.” Starscream growled at the phantom. “I will use this power because I need to. What I will prove, is just how capable I am no matter what these fragging fools throw at me!” He began to laugh. “They think… They think they can cage me like an animal. That they can just mock me, and leave me to rust away out of sight from whatever pathetic fantasy they think they’ve created for themselves out there?! They think they can leave me behind as they praise the oh so beloved LORD Megatron– DO THEY? She thinks I am WORSE than HIM, does she? Oh… but I can be so much better…”

The power shot through his frame and out from his peds, causing him to yell in surprise from the sudden shock. He panted unevenly on his knees as his wings shook painfully, pulling a servo to his helm to grip the edge of his optic. No… he couldn’t focus on revenge right now. He just needed to get out. 

“Mm… Regardless…” He dragged his impaired frame from the floor with an addled voice box, slouching far much more than he would like. He felt heavy. He hated it. But it was a necessary evil to lean into this curse’s power. 

Starscream made his way over to the barrier that led into the corridor, and directed the lightning to collect at his servos and shoot into its target. It rapidly spread across the surface which rippled and strained to keep its shape. His spark ached as he forced it out, and finally, the barrier sputtered and shrunk away into pathetic wisps. The controls were sparking wildly and exploded into a stream of smoke. 

He hesitated in the doorway for a nano klick before a siren shrieked through his audials, causing him to yelp and spring into action. His peds automatically tracked the same path they had taken the last time he’d broken out. He wasn’t thinking about whether it’d be predictable. Whether they’d be waiting for him. Or if the exit he had closed off would actually be open again. He was just running. 

And this time, as soon as the force fields began closing behind him, he immediately transformed and blasted through the tunnel. Starscream’s engines shot red as the lightning flickered off his frame. He was going so fast that if he weren’t the exceedingly skilled flier he was, he’d have eaten metal by now. But of course he naturally dodged around every corner and eventually–

No. He needed a missile to destroy the door. But he hadn’t had the time to locate his confiscated weaponry. 

Starscream transformed mid-air to launch himself into the door in a super powered kick. Only a sizable, useless dent resulted. He looked at it in disbelief then turned to survey his surroundings wildly. There had to be another way. He dashed around the closed off room at a blinding speed. There was no other exit that wasn’t already blocked.

“SCRAP! NO NO NO ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!” Starscream desperately shot streams of lightning at the door. Punched and kicked as hard as he could–and it was starting to work! He just needed to focus on the bent seam… But he heard a crowd of noisy pedsteps rapidly approaching his position. They were barking some strings of orders to each other or perhaps at him, but he didn’t care to make out what any of it was. He just needed to–

Suddenly, the space between his wings was burning in an all too familiar way, and his front was thrusted into the uneven wall. Time was up. It couldn’t end this way so easily. There was no way he wouldn’t go down without a fight now. Starscream quickly stumbled to his peds and turned to immediately blast a stream of crimson lightning from his servo. 

The group of bots scattered in surprise, with one blasted mech attempting ridiculously to call out his designation.

“Stop this now, Starscream! You know you are outnumbered!” Megatron was once again so desperately trying to control him. Acting like he knew his limits of what he could and couldn’t do. 

“SHUT UP!” He screamed as he threw continuous follies of the curse’s power at his assailants. “I will not allow you to have the pleasure of taking me alive today to be smelted under your petty gaze! Either I am getting out of here, OR NOBODY IS!” Maybe Starscream could draw their fire at the door behind him, or maybe he could simply disintegrate them all here and now and seize the base for himself. Both flickering visions in his processor paired with all the ways he could leave them as smoldering piles of ash. The siren still wouldn’t cease its incessant whining. 

The surrounding mechs became scattered, and he rapidly made certain to dodge every shot sent his way paired with an equal retaliation. He’d get some shots off, but they were still closing in. He finally managed to get the pink one to stay down, leaving the red femme to see to her companion like a weak fool. Starscream attempted to shoot the pair to finish them off, but was blocked by that slagger Prime with his stupid axe. 

There was still Megatron lurking in his hazed vision, and he redirected his fire toward the bucket head. Yet something bothered him about the roster he saw around him. Where was that blasted bot Prowler? Why wasn’t he here with them? Bumblebee’s absence could be excused, but that tactician’s was far too precarious. Were they planning something?

Suddenly, Megatron and the others slinked a peculiar amount of steps from his position. Something was happening. 

Blasters retracted from the ceilings and began raining relentless fire upon him. He frantically dodged what he could, but was surprised by the unexpected direction, resulting in a hole to be scorched through his wing before he could decommission the blasters. While he was distracted, the Prime attempted to rush him, but he was all too obvious and Starscream dived out of the way with the intent of a counter attack. Apparently, that was what they wanted, because then he found Megatron’s monstrous chassis slamming into him. 

“GET OFF OF ME!” Starscream demanded as he struggled for control. 

“Not until you surrender!” Megatron was insane! The longer he remained in contact with Starscream’s corrupted frame, he was easily in the line of fire to become overcome from helm to ped with the electricity. But he wouldn’t let go. Starscream could hardly move.

“Never.” Starscream growled lowly through his absurdly rapid vents, of which were absolutely useless in cooling the heat burning his spark and processor. He kicked and pulled in practically any effort he could to gain some leverage. Yet right when he had finally freed a servo to try and deck Megatron in the faceplate, of course the Prime had to step in and force Starscream’s servo back to the ground with his axe. A flash of amusement flitted through him at how the reckless leader of the Autobots was less willing to touch him than the ever self-perseverating former warlord.

“It’s over, Starscream. Stand down.” Megatron growled through gritted dentas, and crushed Starscream’s ped as a nice little punctuation to his order. 

Starscream refused to give the silver brute the scream or pleas of mercy he no doubt sought from the action. All the same, he felt like he was about to explode. The power wracking his frame was starting to take its toll. The world was spinning, and the more he continued to struggle, the more desperately he felt the need to be anywhere but in this moment. Well, perhaps not anywhere. Surely he could think of many worse things–scrap that was a bad direction to take that thought. 

The siren warped into a wretched ringing that swirled in his helm. His optics were glitching so harshly that he could barely make out pixels beyond mere silhouettes, and the lights glared painfully. He could feel his vocalizer saying something to his captors, and he could faintly recognize that they were responding. But what were they saying? He didn’t want this power anymore. It hadn’t helped him. It never did. 

“W– tranq–quickly!”

What?

Starscream tried to look at what they were doing as he pushed against Megatron’s servo. It was a needle. They were getting closer. 

He panicked and flailed to the point that he twisted his stabilizing servo out of its socket to allow his upper half the opportunity to slip out from under the mech for even just a moment. But it didn’t matter. He was pinned again and they stuck him with whatever it was.

Of which, rapidly started making every circuit in his frame feel disgustingly limp.

He desperately fought to stay conscious. But just like everything in his life. It was useless.

[youkaiyume]

So, Rise of the Beasts!!

I saw it twice of the weekend, and I want to put down my honest thoughts.

Overall, I had a great time and I definitely think it's worth watching. Ignore the critic reviews for some reason they are offended that a Transformers movie exists to sell toys. You know, their sole purpose since the very beginning of inception. But OF COURSE I have THOUGHTS so...

Spoilers under the cut!

I liked the human characters for the most part. Noah's sudden onboard motives for going with the autobots to Peru was not as convincing but adventure needs to happen so I gave it a pass.

Mirage is like, DTF with Noah. Like he is SO ready for that tiny bf bff. It's obvious that Bee spoke so much about Charlie (cuz it seemed he was the only one who did talk positively about humans in their group) that Mirage was just. HIS BODY WAS READY.

CHARLIE WAS MENTIONED!!! AHHHHH!!! That was the one tiny smidgeon of a crumb that I wanted and they gave it to me. Granted it was implied when Optimus says "I know one was good to you, Bee" But I was told that the Latin America dub had him say Charlie's actual name. There was a SCENE that was cut out according to the Hollywood Reporter--that Bumblebee had also pulled out a polaroid pic that Charlie took of them together from the first movie here to show OP. HE'S BEEN CARRYING AROUND HER PICTURE ALL THESE YEARS I DIE WHY DID YOU CUT THIS OUT!!!

Mirage's abilities seem very arbitrary. And I do not like this. He can turn into several alt modes which seems to be only a thing that he can do... he can mass shift--which I know mass shifting is a thing but when he turns into a truck to sneak past the museum security I was like??? I was always under the impression that the bots could turn into a vehicle relative to their own actual size so this just confuses me. There is supposedly an earlier cut of the film where it was more clear that the trailer was another illusion. which I wish they kept in. Also when he becomes Noah's symbiote suit at the end?? Like, as a shipper and rule of cool I am into it, but as a person who wants rules to ground my science fiction I don't like how Mirage is just a swiss army knife for the writer's convenience. It feels lazy instead of taking the time to actually worldbuild. Nobody else can do these things.

The arbitrary mass shifting of him being as big or as small as he wants (like when he becomes Noah's exosuit) really falls apart when they keep insisting that they need the humans because only they can fit into small spaces. Well, clearly not cuz you can just do it yourself. AGAIN, PLEASE BE CONSISTENT WITH YOUR RULES.

Airazor x Elena. Anyone else????

speaking of which, I am very upset about what happens to Airazor. And we never even got to see her transform. tragic.

Optimus sure was a negative nancy which--I understand why but I hope they ease up on edgy "i will rip everyone's faces off" Optimus because it feels disingenuous to his character to keep it going for too long. Like I get it, they killed your fave child so I will forgive you but also I want more of "Be strong enough to be gentle" Optimus. Not the edgelord Bayverse Optimus that they are clearly going for cuz the know certain :ahem: fans like that.

Beeeee. They put him out of commission which again, according to interviews they did just so they could make sure he doesn't steal the spotlight and give a chance for the other characters to shine lmao. He is too powerful. But also because we shots of him in the trailers, I was not too worried about Bee staying out of commission. But goddamn when if I still wasn't hyped as hell when he made his comeback. 10/10 he proves he's still the GOAT.

I hate Pablo/Wheeljack. No, after seeing the movie my opinion of him did not improve in fact it got so much worse. His design was the LEAST of his problems. Every moment he was on screen was deeply cringe. And he barely did anything!! He could have not been in the movie at all and it wouldn't have made a difference and I genuinely believe it would have been a better film. All this hullaballoo over Pablo and this is what we got. Wheeljack fans lost hard after all that defense I'm sorry this ain't it.

Hey speaking of bots that barely got any lines or screentime, wtf was up with Rhinox and Cheetor? My boys got shafted :(

There was a moment where OP is asking the bots if they detected the terrorcons and Arcee WHO IS SITTING in the pablo van was like "lol nope" and I was like GURL how could you, you're in a van. And it made no sense because don't you also have an altmode??? Shouldn't you be scouting outside to cover more ground???

I firmly believe the only had Arcee sitting in there like a dumb duck because they wanted Wheeljack to make a dumb joke in the original cut about how it was a long time since she was inside him. UGHUGHUGH.

Did I mention how glad I am that they cut the majority of Wheeljack's screentime since it was so awful especially his and Arcee's implied romance? Especially since they killed off the other femmes so the only one we got now has to have a mandatory romance. No thanks. Glad that nonsense is gone.

The Maximals' robot modes were very minimal. and they went by so fast I never got a good look at their designs.

I loved how the Maximals were harmoniously living with the native tribe--and speaking their language!

Scourge's face reveal seemed to be treated like it was a big deal but when we saw him it was just... guy without his wig on. Literally the surprise is that he is bald.

Noah x Mirage is very strong good. I have no doubt the fandom will be all over it since they seem to eat up BL romance much more readily and I am all for it. They also have all the great ingredients for it--flirting, drift compatibility, self sacrifice for the other. Another human x transformer ship for the books.

I'm sure there are some ppl who like the ending. but I.... did not. I do not want to see G.I.Joes in my transformers I'm sorry. I don't want the return of military propaganda or more introductions to several human characters that take away from the transformers. I don't want to see them exploited or used for our own human affairs--even if it's a fictional cult-- when they could be literally fighting Decepticons or Unicron or whatever. People might have wanted them in Bayverse cuz it was heavily skewed Military in those films but I don't want to see it again. It was a terrible, dark time. the Joes might be presented as good guys but I don't trust the military in general and I don't see their motives as altruistic--especially if their goal is to use them for their own purposes. Why would they help them get home? They wouldn't, if just to keep their best weapons--and Noah is bait. He is bait and he will fall for it hook line and sinker because they are bribing him with his brother's healthcare and the fact that he is struggling to find work elsewhere.I hope if they are to be involved at all it will be relegated to characters here and there but they stay in their own movies if they have to ride on Transformers coattails to revive an irrelevant struggling franchise.

There was minimal human injuries/death and I appreciate that. They did the DBZ thing where they took their fight to remote locations. This probably won't keep up if they introduce the Joes :/

Overall, 8/10. I had a fun time. I didn't love it as much as Bumblebee but it was definitely miles better than Bayverse (a low bar I know). The action was clear, the characters likable, the CGI mostly stellar. I have hope that they will bring back Charlie maybe. But hey, I took my parents to it the second time around and my Mom liked Mirage and my Dad did not fall asleep so I will consider that a stamp of approval.

[morningstar-chronicles]

RAHHHH YOU HAVE A FNAF DR!!! TELL ME MORE TELL ME MORE!

are you shifting to a specific game, and are the animatronics safe and friendly or are you thrill seeking and shifting to where you are a security guard?? who's your fave animatronic??

i have a couple fnaf DRs! fnaf 4 minigame-era where i'm charlie and sammy's older sister and i'm dating michael afton (my pookie bear 🥹) which kind of has the plot of all those time travel michael afton fix-it fics on ao3 except i'm the one fixing everything lol. the animatronics aren't super central to this one tbh but they also aren't haunted

i also have a fnaf security breach kid DR where i just chill at the pizzaplex with a bunch of my friends and do kid stuff (play at the arcade, eat junk food, play in the daycare, stuff like that). animatronics also aren't super central here and i only ever really interact with staff bots

finally i have a fnaf security breach technician DR based off of a tiktok comic i saw forever ago. i'll do some sifting and link the creator here when i find it but in this one the animatronics are actively my friends

my fav animatronic has gotta be either glamrock freddy or monty gator tbh but from the original four foxy or chica was always my fav. foxy because he was legit the coolest and chica because she was the only one who was canonically a girl back then lmao 😭

edit: it's called the fix-it au by @/daenadraws on tiktok!

[eiseryn]

Bunny Girl Series (2/5?)

Back with my bunny girl B.S. 😎 This time, there are 3 characters to show hehe~

I'm back with more bunny girls! Well, a bunny girl, a wolf girl, and a bunny person (?)

💛 Miss Ceres is another shy sweetheart who is one of the only ones who wear a white bunny suit instead of a black bunny suit! This must make her special, but no one really knows why... Being shy and softspoken, no one except the team knows why she's a server girl to begin with... She often is the one bringing things from the kitchen, or seen clinging to another bunny girl. No matter where she is, she is certainly eyecandy~

💙 Miss Nova is a server girl, although it's evident since she already has wolf ears, that wearing bunny ears would seem kind of silly! She is always friendly, wearing a smile on her face, but she won't be so kind if you're mean to the other server girls! You can challenge her to a game of darts, and if you win, you get a free drink! Although, no one has won against her yet...

🧡 Kiro is someone who works behind the scenes so customers who frequent the cafe/bar never actually see them. They work on the cybersecurity of the place -- making sure the security cameras are working, keeping the security bots in check, and who knows what else they do? Since they don't work on the field, there's no point in them wearing a bunny suit, but that doesn't mean they don't want to be apart of the fun in their bunny hoodie!

I had a lot of fun drawing Ceres and Kiro 😭😭😭 Ceres is my fave from the series so far because she looks soooo sweet and soft and cute!!! and I just love how GREMLIN Kiro looks 🥺 That's my child right there! Unfortunately I'm not as satisfied with Nova... which means I just have to draw her more XD

There's still so many more in the series I 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️ I have like 2 lined up already and then like (redacted) amount of sketches to go through XD This series has been so fun hehe

[hot-take-tournament]

HOT TAKE TOURNAMENT!

PRELIMINARY #243

Submission 291

fnaf4, when considering all the animatronics as a group, has the best and most consistently good animatronic designs in the entire fnaf series

ok hear me out. am i saying the nightmares are my favourite animatronics? nah i still like springtrap better. and there’s single designs i like better. however, if we are talking about the fnaf4 animatronics as a collective, their designs are the best. sure, i like some of the fnaf 2 animatronic designs better, such as the puppet and withered bonnie, but some of the designs, such as bb and withered freddy and foxy, i think are ugly and bad. fnaf 1’s designs are iconic but, when removing that factor, the designs are quite plain. fnaf 3 has springtrap, which is my fave animatronic, but i think the phantoms are boring design wise. sister location’s designs, while neat, both have some duds (i don’t like yenndo or the biddybabs) and also don’t make sense timeline wise. pizzeria sim has the worst design in the series (scraptrap) and the others aren’t that great (rockstar animatronics in particular are ugly). and security breach has the map bots and burntrap. we don’t talk about the books i don’t give a shit. meanwhile, there are no misses for the fnaf 4 designs; even nightmare bb, which could’ve been ugly as sin, looks awesome. plus, it works well into the idea that it’s a dream sequence of a child, as children may be more scared by sharp teeth than chuck e cheese. plus the halloween update animatronics are amazing.

tldr; although there are individual designs i like better than those in fnaf 4, as a whole and considering all of the animatronics, fnaf 4 is the most consistent in quality

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[yuzudonut]

hehe i love ur little transformers au!! if u don't mind me asking, what bots do u have in it? would love to know! <3

I'm assuming ur talking abt my nyon port town au, need to start tagging those cuz ik my stuff kinda crosses between "falls under a continuity" and "looks like an au" anyway

the AU focuses on flamewar being mentored under kup alongside hot rod who was a previous kup mentee. He's only recently struck out on his own. Reoccurring characters in Nyon are Springer and his couriers: Arcee, Blurr, and Drift who come and go. Other residents in Nyon are Nautica, Perceptor, First Aid, Orion Pax, and sometimes Slipstream.

The world obv extends beyond them, you can assume about every bot is there in some way. I'll get more rambly under the line.

Iacon

Magnus is somewhere in government. probably. im still deciding some events in the au. good end he's just a lawyer bad end his like elite guard.

Research/Recovery Facility (Ratchet, Pharma, Wheeljack)

Security Firm (Red Alert*, Ironhide, Prowl)

Radio Station (Blaster, Jazz*)

Dock Center (Ariel, Brawn*, Huffer)

Circus (Windblade, Starscream, Skywarp, Thundercracker, Bumblebee, Cliffjumper, etc.)

Actually I'm getting kind of lazy at this rate, but just imagine about everyone has a place in this AU I'm just not worried about them since they aren't my main focus or just don't have a gimmick I care enough about to show. Also this AUs just been a fun thing for me to make my favorite characters interact (and I love sea vehicles and I want to make my faves sea vehicles).

Anyway thanks for reading, here's a messy relationship chart for the Nyon group (sans Perceptor who. is just Nautica's co-worker)

[gala1981]

Ok, I decided to give this a try and do some for whumpmas in July...let's see how far I get😊

❤️ Name: Gala

💛 Gender: She/her

💙 Favorite season: SPRING

It's an incredible feeling to feel the first rays of warm sunlight on your skin after a long, dark and cold winter and see nature slowly coming back to life!!!!

❤️ Average amount of sleep: 5 to 6 hours

Which is far to little but if I want to fit some time for tumblr in my schedule of daily activities that's just as much as is possible🤷🏻‍♀️ and given the choice between more sleep and tumblr I choose tumblr😆😆😆

💛 Dream job: I always dreamed of being a librarian but listened to my parents instead who said back than that an office job would be a much more safer bet. So I didn’t took the chance to start training at a library and since than didn’t got another chance eventhough I tried several times...well, that's life I guess🤷🏻‍♀️

💙 Blog established: October 22

after some time of lurking😉 but it really doesn't feel like merely 9 months...I feel like I have been here forever and it’s like I can't imagine that there had ever been a time before tumblr😊😊😊

❤️ Reason for URL:

I've been a James Bond fan eversince and Gala is the name of my favorite Bond Girl from Moonraker (the novel not the movie😉) because she is no damsel in distress who needs to be rescued by James Bond but can take care of herself and also did her fair share in rescuing the world😊 she also didn't end up with Bond but her fiancee showed up at the end and she just left Bond standing there alone...

Making a long story short I have always been Gala were ever I registered eversince the first James Bond online forum and when I created this blog gala was naturally going to be the Url. Since it was already taken I added my birthyear, I didn’t know than that urls with numbers are suspicious around here🙈🙈🙈 sorry for that...hopefully no one will mistake me for a bot because of it😊😘

💛 Fave Whump Tropes:

I love defiant whumpees who stay defiant or at least try to no matter what whumper trows at them

And kidnapping preverably with a friend/loved one and said friend is used as leverage to get information/well behaviour from the whumpee...or being kidnapped and used as bait that's one of my all time favorites too

Also Interrogation...I love interrogation fics be it spies, soldiers whoever is being interrogated

And whumpee being bound and gagged preferably with rope and/or chains and/or being forced to kneel is probably my favorite trope ever

💙 Projects you’re working on:

Not a creator of any kind...I'm just here to enjoy and adore all the wonderful content everyone is coming up with😍😍😍 and to reblog and comment on them of course😊😊😊

❤️ Favorite color: red and purple

💛 Anything else you’d like to add:     

When I created this blog after some time of lurking I still felt very unsure and kind of ashamed for admitting "in public" that I liked whump, but everyone was so welcoming here that now I feel as if I'm a bit more self secure about who I am as a person...like admitting to myself and knowing that there are other people who enjoy whump too has added a missing piece to my personality and I feel more whole now in general...not sure if that makes sense but well🤷🏻‍♀️

[extervus]

Results of the Favorite Apex Characters Survey!

To start off, I'd like to thank everyone who participated! This was really fun to watch as each character rose and fell in the ranks over the past 36 hours lol. I'll also say, I plan on leaving the survey open, so feel free to keep submitting responses, and if any significant changes occur, I'll be sure to update y'all!

For the main post, I'll only be listing the top five and the bottom five results. I'll post the full ranking in the replies for those who want to see how their faves did!

So, without ado, here are the results:

In first place for the Most Favorited Apex Character, with 77 votes (38.5% of 200 voters), we have...

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Octane!

I'll admit, I'm a little surprised to see Octane win, especially after Bloodhound had spent so long in first place (Octane wasn't even in top five for the first quarter of the responses). #OctaneSweep

For our second place character, we have a legend who I personally consider one of my top faves. With 70 votes (35% out of 200), we have the one and only...

Mad Maggie!

I'm yet again pleasantly surprised to see Mad Maggie in such a high ranking! I do believe she's a very underrated character, and I was honestly expecting her to rank in the mid range at best, but she remained in the top five ranking throughout the whole duration of the survey. Hey, I can't complain!

For our third place winner, we have another character who managed to stay in the top five the entire time. With 58 votes (29% of 200), we have...

Loba!

I think Loba's top three ranking is a surprise to no one! Especially with how consistent she was in remaining in the top five.

For our fourth place winner, coming in right behind her beloved Loba, with 57 votes (28.5% of 200), we have...

Bangalore!

Bangalore was another legend that swooped in at the last minute and claimed a top five placement, though she had been a higher rank than Octane had been until he came with a final sweep lol.

Finally, we have our fifth place winner, and another last minute sweep, with 52 votes (26% of 200), we have...

Seer!

Up until a few hours before I tallied up the votes, Seer had surprisingly remained fairly low ranking (averaging around the middle range), but just as Octane and Bangalore had, he came in last minute and secured a spot in the top five. Woo!

So! Now onto the bottom five ranking favorites. Now, I should mention that these aren't necessarily the most hated or disliked legends, these are just the ones that people favorited the least. I will make a separate post on the results of the most disliked and hated legends.

Starting off, we actually have two legends who tied for have the fifth least amount of votes! With only 27 votes each (13.5%), we have...

Wattson and Revenant!

(this is the only gif with both of them in it lol)

Wattson remained low ranking throughout the whole survey, but Revenant's score surprisingly plummeted, going from a consistent top three ranking to a bottom five (technically eight) ranking. Ouch!

Moving on to our fourth least favorited legends, we have another tie! With 22 votes each (11%), we have...

Pathfinder and Gibraltar!

These two are another set of underrated characters in my opinion, but I'm honestly not surprised to see them rank so low. Come on y'all, show them some love! :(

For our third least favorite legend, we have just one. With only 20 votes (10%), we have...

Ash!

Again, I'm not too surprised with this one, especially given Revenant's similar low ranking. Looks like people just aren't into murder bots anymore!

For our second least favorited legends, we have one last tie. With a measly 13 votes each (6.5%), we have...

Horizon and Newcastle!

(thank god this scene exists lmao)

I was expecting low rankings for both, but honestly I didn't think they'd rank lower than Ash, and I'm a little sad about it! I genuinely really like both of these characters, but hey, the people have spoken!

And finally, coming in last with a whopping 11 votes (5.5%), to no one's surprise, we have...

Caustic

Surprisingly, he only dropped down into last place at the very last minute (Newcastle, Vantage, Horizon and Gibraltar had all been bouncing back and forth between last place for a majority of the survey duration). But alas, he made it into last in the end.

So there ya have it! The people have spoken, and overall I'm pretty surprised at the results! Definitely much different from the last survey I had created (at least in regards to the legends that existed back then too).

I'll be making another post here soon with the results of the most disliked/hated legends, probably within the next hour, and after that I'll be making a bonus post that calculates both responses together to better categorize the absolute favorite and least favorite legends!

[rotten-hearts-sharp-teeth]

Ohhh can you do the FNAF fandom for the blorbo set of asks? That would hopefully be fun and something that nobody else has sent in yet 🤣

My knowledge of FNAF is miniscule but I will do my best! Answers are from Security Breach of course

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most) unsurprisingly it's Moondrop

scrunkly (my "baby" character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped) Sunny

scrimblo bimblo ( underrated / underappreciated fave) I have no idea how underappreciated he is, but I like Monty

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won't shut up about it for a week) the star of my next Slumber Party chapter, Eclipse!

poor little meow meow (problematic/ unpopular/ controversial/ otherwise pathetic fave) Roxy

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason) the security bots

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell) Vanny

[justdemonqueen]

*slams fist* FNAF FANDOM MEME NOW

Blorbo: vanessa probably; she's definitely who I talk about the most.

Scrunkly: vanny!! she is. very shaped. I want to hug her, even if I could only do it once.

Scrimblo Bimblo: mmmm.... not sure if this counts, but prolly jack-o-chica (idk if she's actually underappreciated or not, hence the not sure if counting)

Glup Shitto: uhhhhhh. I was gonna say vanny because she gets like 2 minutes of actual screen time in security breach, but if I'm being honest it is absolutely old man consequences. I like him for lore reasons, but also just... like thinking about him and why he's Like That.

poor little meow meow: springtrap 100%. like, afton in general fits the question but springtrap is my fave form of him.

horse plinko: charlie emily. the angst of getting killed by your dad's best friend/business partner... the possibility of being utterly despised by the missing children because none of them asked to have their souls attached to the animatronics... there's so much to use.

eeby deeby: as a joke: map bot. more seriously: Gregory. I just. Don't like him, as much as I try to. (though that might be because finding any content for him that isn't rooted in the animatronic gregory theory is Very Difficult)

WAIT NO

burntrap. absolutely 110% burntrap. mans should have stayed in the fucking ground after pizzeria simulator and I will PUT HIM BACK IN THERE SO HELP ME

[sporkkles-irl]

yinu security bot 100% for funsies and also heee i can smash my faves together whos gonna stop me the church-

inspired by (and also. half-designed by) @sammywolfgirl and their security bots waah

[outcast-thingz]

Security Breach :D

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most): Sun+ Moon duo

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped): Sun by himself

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave): (I don't think he's that underrated im just not sure where else to put him) DJMM

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week): wet floor bot

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave): Gregory (listen the kid is kinda funny. Although it feel like a weird title to give him...)

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason): burntrap

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell): mapbot (I know he's just doing his job, but like come on man)

[dykearthurmorgan]

security breach spoilers //

obsessed with the set design! everything is so cute and colorful! and they incorporate the animatronics so well into all of the merch and furniture!!

and i love the inclusion of other robots, beside the animatronics! the cleaner bots are so cute, and i think work well as contrasts to the more advanced systems the animatronics clearly run on

my fave design so far are all the trash cans designed after the different characters! and the wet floor sign bots!

[writeyouin]

Swerve X Reader – Changes - Chapter 5

Chapter 5 - I’m Sticking with You 

A/N – Here it is to keep you all company in quarantine. Also, this reminds me of a fave song of mine: Honey by Bobby Goldsboro. As usual a special thank you to @rocksinmuffin​ for starting this off with the amazing prompts.

Warnings – Mentions of suicide and mnemosurgery.

Rating – T

Swerve sat at a table inside his hab-suite, holding a gun in his servo. It wasn’t fancy or large; it was little more than a pistol really, but it would do the job. He thought he’d feel something about his upcoming demise, but after spending all of his tears on you, there was nothing left to feel. Still, Swerve didn’t think he deserved a quick and painless death. That was why he was spending a short while re-watching his memories of you; it would help further twist the proverbial knife to cause a little extra pain.

“(Y/N), my dearest, my darling, my everything,” Swerve said to the paused memory that only he could see. “I always knew this day would come. I knew if we ever got together you would eventually learn that I was no good for you and that you would leave. Admittedly, I was being selfish when I married you. I hoped… I wish we could have had a bit longer together before you went away.”

He sighed, finding that he wasn’t out of tears for you as he previously thought he was. The coolant slipped unchecked down his cheek and Swerve continued his monologue, though his vocaliser was heavy with static as he did so.

“No matter what happens, or wherever I end up after this, I want you to know, I will always love you, even if you don’t love me anymore.”

With that, he played the memory he had been saving till last; it would be the last thing he saw before taking the fatal shot.

The memory was one of the many times that you had sang the Velvet Underground’s ‘I’m Sticking with You.’

Swerve’s frame shook with his final tears. He couldn’t keep his servos steady as he lifted the pistol.

‘Anything you want me too

I'll do anything for you

Oh, I'm sticking with you

Oh, I'm sticking with you

Oh, I'm sticking with you.’

The song drew to an end and Swerve closed his optics. He held the pistol barrel to his helm, vented air through his systems and put his finger over the trigger.

Ultra Magnus ran to the holding cell. Only minutes ago, he had made a check on the security cameras, which was where he saw Whirl unmoving in a pool of his own energon; if he had ever thought Whirl to be suicidal, he would never have sent him to solitary confinement.

Slamming his palm against the cell’s scanner, he opened the door. He scanned Whirl, finding him alive, barely. Rushing to his aid, Ultra Magnus applied pressure to the stab wound whilst calling Ratchet and Velocity for medical assistance.

Fortunately, while Ultra Magnus was doing all that he could to save Whirl, he didn’t miss the giant note on the cell wall. His optics widened in surprise and he sent out an all-bot-alert to find out who was the closest to Swerve’s room. It was Chromedome who responded first, with a general message of curiosity.

Ultra Magnus thanked Primus that he had go in touch with one of the bots who knew just how important a Conjunx Endurae was.

“Chromedome, you must take this message to Swerve immediately. (Y/N) did not leave him intentionally. An accident must have caused the Rod Pod to malfunction. He needs to know.”

“What are you going to do?” Chromedome responded, concerned for your safety as he had been since the moment you left.

Ultra Magnus didn’t mention his priority to Whirl. Instead he simply answered, “Organise a rescue party. Now tell Swerve. Go!”

That was around ten minutes before Swerve picked up the gun that could end his life.

You pressed a servo to a dent in your helm, already regretting the damage that had come to your new body. Fortunately, it was mostly just scraped paint, but you still felt the occasional twinge of pain from another bump elsewhere. Then again, you felt you could live with a bit of minor damage to your systems. After the Rod-Pod crash-landed on the alien planet, you knew your previous human body would have died upon impact.

Orienting yourself, you stood up, feeling nauseous when the ship lurched forward. You stood as still as you could, waiting to see if it would make any more sudden movements. When you thought it was safe, you walked across the ceiling of the upside-down ship to the control panel.

“Ship,” You called, hoping it might respond. “Rod-Pod? If I say I’m Rodimus will you wake up please?”

The ship didn’t respond. You had hoped it might at least send out a warning or an error code or something, but it seemed completely destroyed. You didn’t even think there was any power left in it since the screen and lights were off.

You remained perfectly calm as you kicked at the ship’s entrance, taking a few goes before it broke open. You stumbled out into a desert comprised of fine white sand wherever you looked.

“Great, I couldn’t have landed in a city or near a town. No, I had to land on fucking Tatooine.”

‘Ugh,’ You thought dismally, ‘More like discount Tatooine. At least real Tatooine had some buildings…somewhere.’

Still, you were Cybertronian now. Maybe somewhere in your brain was instructions to repair the Rod-Pod. You looked at the crashed ship, noting for the first time that the exterior was on fire. There was no way in hell you were repairing that.

Trying to hold onto your previous sense of serenity, you thought about how Whirl had taught you to bring your optics online during your previous panic attack. If making a call was anything like that, maybe you could call Swerve. You hoped you could. Not only were you in need of rescue from the desert planet, you also needed him to know you were sorry, that you still loved him, and most importantly, that you would get back to him, no matter what.

“If Marlin the fish can get his son from a dentist in Sydney, I can do this. Uh, body, call Swerve,” You commanded.

Nothing happened.

“Please, call Swerve?”

You closed your optics and pictured your old communicator as well as Swerve’s face. ‘Please… I need him. Please don’t cut him out of my life.’

You grew both frustrated and upset when several more attempts at calling your husband didn’t work. What if it was the dent in your head causing interference? Or maybe you were too far away from Swerve for anything to happen? Was that possible? You had never thought to ask Swerve how his body worked; it had simply never come up in casual conversation. Suddenly a truly dreadful thought hit you. What if word of your departure had reached him already? He wouldn’t think you had left him, would he? He wasn’t the most stable bot at the best of times, and you knew the way his separation anxiety and fears of being inadequate could course him to self-destruct.

“CALL SWERVE!” You screamed at yourself, fearing for his well-being. “NOW! I- I need to know that he’s safe. Please…” You fell to your knees, crying and holding your head in your servos, “Please, call Swerve.”

Once again you were left with nothing but the deafening silence that surrounded you on the barren planet, but you weren’t ready to give up. At least, you thought you weren’t until you heard the rumbling of engines. Looking to the horizon, you saw five vehicles that looked like quad-bikes in the distance, the riders of which were hidden under white body armour.

Venting air through your systems in a manner that simultaneously soothed you and freaked you out, you decided to take a long walk away from the Rod-Pod. You had heard tales of the scavengers that lived on barren planets. They had probably been travelling since you crashed, hoping to steal whatever was left over from the ship. Yet, as you moved further to the left, so did the bikes. You continued moving further away from the Rod-Pod, but the bikes changed course to match yours. You prayed that they were coming to your aid, yet as they got closer, you saw the giant crossbows come up from the vehicles subspaces.

If you were still human you would have broken into a sweat. As a Cybertronian you couldn’t do that, but you still had your fight and flight response to work with. You ran. Every so often, you would risk a look behind you, hoping that you would be able to scan one of the vehicles and transform. As with your earlier attempts to call Swerve, nothing happened when you tried to transform. The only thing you did find from occasionally looking back was that the organics chasing you weren’t actually wearing white body armour; they were the armour, so to speak. You supposed it had to be some kind of exoskeleton, stretched over long bony limbs that stuck hideously outwards.

You kept on running, putting all the power in your new legs into fleeing the monstrous organics. What had started off as the Star Wars experience had quickly turned into a bad remake of Mad Max: Fury Road.

You wished that having a Cybertronian body could have been as easy as having a human body, but apparently without instructions or a mentor, you were useless. You couldn’t call for help, you couldn’t transform, and worst of all, you couldn’t outrun your hunters. That much became clear as you saw them gaining in your peripheral view. What you didn’t see was the two quadbikes behind you aiming their crossbows for your arms, though you soon felt it. Screaming in pain, you fell to your knees.

Although it was probably futile, you fought the waves of searing hot pain, forcing yourself back up and facing off against your eerily silent attackers. You pulled against the barbed hook in your left arm, trying to remove it. However, no amount of brute strength could save you from the electrical charge that both crossbow bolts emitted, coursing through your systems to temporarily shut them down. This time, when you fell to the ground, you didn’t get back up, and the raiders were free to claim you as their prize.

Chromedome pelted down the hallway, making his way to Swerve to tell him the partially good news. He couldn’t wait to see Swerve’s face when he told him that you hadn’t left him and it was only going to be a matter of tracking the Rod-Pod’s trajectory to find you and bring you home to him.

Without even bothering to knock, Chromedome burst into Swerve’s hab-suite, shocked to find Swerve holding a gun to his own helm. As quickly as he had entered the room, Chromedome wrestled Swerve to the table, which wasn’t too difficult considering how much smaller Swerve was compared to Chromedome.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Chromedome yelled in a panic.

“GET OFF ME!” Swerve cried out in a mix of anger and pleading. “I NEED TO DO THIS!”

“NO, YOU DON’T. YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT (Y/N).”

“DON’T! Don’t Mention her name please,” Swerve voice fell to a whisper and he stopped struggling against Chromedome, though he still reached for the gun which was only a short way from his grasp. “I failed her, Chromedome. I failed her and she hates me. My wife… My wife hates me.”

Chromedome had been to the emotional prison that Swerve was trapped in many times before. He had lost count of the amount of times that he had visited relinquishment clinics on Cybertron, preparing for the day he might snuff out his own spark. He knew from those experiences that Swerve wouldn’t just believe him if he told the truth about you. Instead, Swerve would think it was all an elaborate lie to stop him from ending his life. That left Chromedome with the problem of what to do.

Without thinking about it, Chromedome held Swerve down more firmly, releasing his mnemosurgery needles from the tips of his fingers. He told himself he was doing this for Swerve. After all, he was only planning to remove the memories of your departure until Swerve was in a safe place for him to explain everything. If Rewind was there, he would have told Chromedome that he was only doing it for himself, and that mnemosurgery was both addictive and evil; Primus knew they had had the argument enough times in the past, but if Rewind wasn’t around to see it, then it didn’t matter if Chromedome fell back into old habits and performed one tiny memory rewrite, did it?

“What are you doing?” Swerve asked, feeling the panic rise inside him. He began struggling again, babbling as he did so, “Chromedome, did I hear a shunk? I distinctly heard a shunk. Was that your needles? You can’t rewrite my memories. I don’t deserve to live for what I’ve done. CHROMEDOME, I MEAN IT! DON’T YOU DARE CHANGE ME! DON’T YOU DARE!”

“Shhh,” Chromedome hushed the mini-bot in a tone that was supposed to be comforting but sounded only menacing to Swerve. “It’s all going to be all right. In a few minutes, it will all be over.”

There was a quiet knock at the door, followed by Rung’s soft voice, “Swerve, are you in there?”

Chromedome cursed and covered Swerve’s mouth. Seeing the needles that were to wipe his memories only made Swerve panic more, and he was afraid that he might purge his tanks, even if his mouth his covered.

Rung continued speaking, used to being met by the silence of his patients when they had been through something traumatic, “I was just finished with work today and I thought you might like some company.”

Throwing his head from side-to-side rapidly, Swerve managed to shake Chromedome’s servo loose, “HELP! HE’S GONNA RE-WRITE-”

Chromedome pushed Swerve’s helm into the table, and whispered in his audial-receptor, “I’m helping you, idiot.”

But it was too late for Chromedome, Rung had heard enough in that cry for help and had used his all-access pass to enter the hab-suite. He took everything in, made a note to work with Chromedome to save him from his mnemosurgery surgery addiction, and called security all in the space of under a minute. For now, Swerve was safe and alive, though Swerve knew it wouldn’t be long before his second attempt to journey to the afterspark.

You woke up in a metal cell and you didn’t have to touch the bars to know they were electrified; evidently, you new body had better hearing than your previous one, allowing you to hear the hum of a strong electrical current. You wondered whether you should call for a guard to see what they were going to do with you, but what was the point? You would probably find out soon enough anyway.

Sitting up in the corner of the cell, you examined the damage to your arms. You had always thought that Cybertronians didn’t feel much pain compared to humans, but evidently you were wrong. The only difference between the two species was how resilient Cybertronians were. Whoever your kidnappers were, they knew how to get past Cybertronian resistances.

You heaved a sigh and winced as you put your arms down. You thought about trying to call Swerve again but decided against it. He was probably trying to call you, and if he couldn’t do it then you had to be too far away.

‘Swerve…’ You thought of him and all the ways he made you happy. Being without him since the first time you were married only made you morose as you sat with nothing but the hum of the fence to keep you company.

This could be the last night of your life before it came to an untimely end. With that in mind, you thought of Swerve and started to sing.

“I'm sticking with you,

Cause I'm made out of glue.

Anything that you might do,

I'm gonna do too.”

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