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Some fanart for this cute first date longbee fic !!! I loved it SO MUCH i couldn't help myself but draw them!!! YAAAYYY GO CHECK IT OUT

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Made a batman writing blog at @batman-endures !

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I've literally been dead bc I've been trying bc to get my life together I cannot function as a person but I'm going to try to hop back on tumblr! No promises but!

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The reason my musings tag is getting so much attention is I literally don't have the energy to write anything except on my phone

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What is a spark if not the essence of a mech?

The question, philosophically, had been asked for millennia before the first spark transplant and will be asked for millennia after.

When the transplant comes to be, the answer does not become clearer.

For what is a soul without the memory? Is a mech the same when they cannot remember those they love? When they cannot recall their favorite color? Likewise, what are memories without a spark? Without personality?

See, these questions need answers. Shockwave is not satisfied with any of them.

There are memories, in the back of his processor, that he knows should make him feel something but that do not. He knows he loves his students, knows he is fond of Orion Pax, that he likes bright colors, but what is that love without the spark?

The cut off between his spark and his processor is too large and he knows he is not the same mech without access to his emotional core.

It is not, Orion Pax says, a bad thing. Mechs live like this all the time. A connection to one's emotions is not necessary to live.

The thing is, Shockwave has always been driven by emotion. His morality is so distinctly tied to them, that without he cannot function.

What is the spark if not the essence of a mech? Shockwave asks himself, as he commits unspeakable horrors.

The first spark transplant yields no answers and shadowplay does not leave anyone to find out.

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You have never loved silence. Nor have you loved the feeling of emptiness.

You see, you have spent decades upon decades being lonely and sitting in silence. Even longer have you spent feeling purposeless. Nyon is - was - a wasteland full of broken mechs. The only currency to be found was energon and, even then, its rarity was perverse.

So you fill the Lost Light with loudness. There are too many words that you speak to fill up, well, everything. Swerve is the only mech that contests you. But you both share the same loneliness in your sparks.

Ultra Magnus does not understand and that is fine. Drift does, until he is long gone. But you cannot fault Ultra Magnus for not knowing. Magnus - Minimus - is not like you.

But Megatron is. And, perhaps, his lack of understanding is the most hurtful of all.

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Divinity is punishment... or something.

The thing is? You don't really know. You are not divine or holy, though everyone seems to believe you something close to it.

What you are is a Prime. A lowly one at that. You are a librarian in over his helm. A mech who was not meant to be a warrior or a leader.

Sometimes, you long for the days when you could read everything in Iacon's great archive, under Alpha Trion's watchful optics. Sometimes you long for a simpler time, when you were ignorant and blissful.

But you are a Prime now and you know things you did not before. You are world weary and aware. Megatron pried your optics open with his own servos and dragged you into a life you'd never dreamed of living. He showed you the injustices all around you. The injustices of the things your rank had afforded, of the comforts that those below you would never have.

For as much as Megatron is no longer good, no longer just, he made you see and, for that, you owe him every mercy.

So divinity is a punishment, if that is what you are. Seeing all is hurtful and wearing.

But you know it to be for the best. For where does ignorance lead, but to the suffering of others?

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You are too young to be afraid, to be bound by duty and placement. You are too, too young to know the fear of dying and yet... here you are.

What does Primus care for fools? a mech asks you, once.

You are not sure Primus cares for anyone, if he even exists at all. If he did, then the taste of ash would not sit on your glossa. You would not know how to run away as your comrades die. You would not have to learn how to kill a mech with you bare servos or make deals with Unicron or how to twist a mech's words inside out.

He cares only for his amusement, you say. You neglect to mention that you are all the jesters in Primus' fine court. That you think he has made a mockery of the lives he has made, like fine pets to watch.

The mech laughs, hardy and loud. You're too young to be so cynical, he says.

You bite back your words, that you are too old to believe in fairy tales. Because what is Primus if not that?

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers: Cyberverse Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hot Rod/Soundwave (Transformers) Characters: Hot Rod (Transformers), Soundwave (Transformers) Additional Tags: Pre-Relationship, Cuddling & Snuggling, Touch-Starved Summary:

Hot Rod has a problem and Soundwave can’t really fix it, but he’ll try.

My secret solenoid gift for GemmaRose.

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posted a hot minute late, so apologies! but here’s my @secretsolenoid gift for @gemmaroses (who i can’t seem to @, apologies again)! hopefully it fits the bill for what you wanted!

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, The Transformers (IDW Generation One), Transformers: Prime Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Grimlock & Fulcrum Characters: Grimlock (Transformers), Fulcrum (Transformers), Krok (Transformers), Spinister (Transformers), Optimus Prime, Misfire (Transformers), Crankcase (Transformers), The Scavengers (Transformers) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Protectiveness, Friendship, Homemade AU Zine, First Meetings Summary:

But things always seemed to go wrong where the Scavengers were involved and the grind of metal against metal cut into the hall.

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finally got around to posting the fic i wrote for the @transformersauzine!

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the first place winner failed to contact me in 24 hours so @pixeledpurple is the new first placer!

alright! here are the winners of the fic giveaway!

1. @power-in-plain-sight 

2. @primusesgiantmetalballbearings 

3. @hyperion-exclusive 

they have 24 hours to contact/DM me! if they fail to i’ll declare another winner for their place!

thank you all!

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alright! here are the winners of the fic giveaway!

1. @power-in-plain-sight 

2. @primusesgiantmetalballbearings 

3. @hyperion-exclusive 

they have 24 hours to contact/DM me! if they fail to i’ll declare another winner for their place!

thank you all!

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i'm going to pick the winner at 12 mst tomorrow! so there's about a 14 hour window! remember you must be following this blog specifically

it’s fic giveaway time again! so if you follow this blog, reblog this post for an entry! unfortunately, i abide by the rule that you have to be following so i’m sorry! it’ll be closed in like two weeks on september 12!

there’ll be three winners! first place is 1250+ words! second is 1000 and third is 500!

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two more days as of midnight!

it’s fic giveaway time again! so if you follow this blog, reblog this post for an entry! unfortunately, i abide by the rule that you have to be following so i’m sorry! it’ll be closed in like two weeks on september 12!

there’ll be three winners! first place is 1250+ words! second is 1000 and third is 500!

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this actually slaps so i'm crossposting it from ao3. it was for day 7 of soundwave week.

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The war ends with a whisper.

Megatron dies at the servos of a young mech by the name of Hot Rod. Soundwave barely recognizes him from the Decepticons ranks. He’s a small thing, bright and burning, but Soundwave can see the fangs he hides behind bright smiles.

He poisons Megatron when Soundwave is away in Polihex.

No one suspects him. He’s well-liked, kind. The most anyone has to say about him is how sorry for him they are. Nyon had gone with a bang. Beside it, Vos and Praxus are the only atrocities that can match it. No one would expect Hot Rod to poison their leader when the Autobots led to the destruction of his home and Soundwave has no evidence to convict him.

Confrontation is a calculated decision.

Hot Rod stares up at him in careful defiance, chin tilted upward and jaw set. He is ready to march into a battle of his own making.

“Why did you kill Megatron?” Soundwave asks, without subtly. There are no cameras here and the both know it.

Hot Rod’s optics flare, “That’s a bold accusation, Soundwave.”

Soundwave tilts his helm to the side, analyzing. “Perhaps,” he admits, because it is even if it is the truth. “Why?” he repeats.

Hot Rod’s red, red optics flash blue for only a moment. Soundwave jerks back in surprise. It is not a confession and yet—

“Autobot,” Soundwave hisses.

Hot Rod smiles, bitter and sharp. His fangs glint in the darkness. But resignation colors his posture, his entire frame.

“Not really,” he says. “I just want to protect my friends.”

And Soundwave truly can’t think of who his friends would be because Hot Rod has been a Decepticon ever since Nyon. Or, close to, at least.

“Friends?” Soundwave asks carefully. Information is a precious resource that cannot be squandered. Soundwave knows it. He wonders if Hot Rod does too.

Soundwave tries to make himself seem not a threat while he speaks, but Hot Rod can see right through him. Soundwave can’t make assumptions but—he looks a lot like an Ops agent. It would make sense.

“We both have bots we’d do anything for, Soundwave,” Hot Rod speaks in measures. His voice is level and calm and infuriating. “Megatron was just the mech keeping my from protecting mine. If anything happened to Ravage…”

Hot Rod trails off. He doesn’t need to say much else, but he forgets that Megatron was a mech that Soundwave would die for. Except grief boroughs itself in his chest and he cannot find it in himself to hurt this mech who has lost so much.

“Was it worth it?” Soundwave asks tiredly.

It does not feel as if it was. Has Hot Rod thought through the repercussions? Does he know what this means for mechs like Soundwave? For mechs like Deadlock? Starscream? Himself? Prowl, even? Those who suffered at the servos of the Senate whether they realized it or not. Does Hot Rod understand what he has done?

“Yes,” Hot Rod says. He’s still so calm.

“Decepticon Hot Rod,” Soundwave says, taking one step closer and then another, “you are under arrest for the murder of the revolutionary and leader of the Decepticons, Megatron. If you resist, you will be terminated.”

Hot Rod doesn’t flinch, doesn’t even look surprised. He doesn’t step away nor does he fight. He is resigned. He knows his fate.

“You will be given a fair trial,” Soundwave continues, a script he’d learned from Thundercracker of all mechs. “It will be presented before Decepticon High Command.”

“They’ll kill me,” Hot Rod informs.

“I know,” Soundwave says and it tastes like ash.

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friendly reminder that there's less than a week left for this! and the all entries must be reblogs!

it’s fic giveaway time again! so if you follow this blog, reblog this post for an entry! unfortunately, i abide by the rule that you have to be following so i’m sorry! it’ll be closed in like two weeks on september 12!

there’ll be three winners! first place is 1250+ words! second is 1000 and third is 500!