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joke's on you guys I'm dismantling the democracy and writing both

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soundwave's stupid twink ass sons (affectionate)

alt modes are motorcycles and a silly spy rover (they can combine together)

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tmw Tumblr is so poorly designed I can't see the results of my own poll without voting and skewing it (or waiting until it ends ig), this is what I get for thinking I don't need an "im bald" option

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trying to write a specific pairing and another pairing barged in and took over the fic and I can't get the original pairing back on track, I hate the writing gremlins sometimes lmao

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why are you terminally stupid

because I am but a littol creechurrrr

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I AM TERMINALLY STUPID

i didn't know you had to manually turn on asks until just now......................

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of course I lost the ideas by the time the weather got better, I hate being an artist

of course the weather turns bad the second I get a lot of ideas, I hate winter

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Soak the old in the new, cover a bitter taste in honey

Soundwave had had more than his fair share of selfish and even cruel lovers, and Megatron wasn't even his worst experience (although it was a close-run thing). One of his oldest, darkest memories was of a tank who thought fliers put out as a matter of course. The damage had been repaired long ago, but he still had refluxes of the smell of dirt and old energon digging into his vents to this day. The only good thing about that experience was the birth of the cybercat twins a vorn later.

He had barely been grown, and his innocence was slowly stolen from him on the dirty streets of Kaon piece by piece. That tank wouldn't be his last invasive encounter. Over the years he'd been forced to learn to fight and push away all hopes of settling down with someone who cared, just to protect himself and his symbionts.

Now, untold years later, he stared at his truest savior, and felt a stir of something that dug up vile memories.

Read the rest on AO3!

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of course the weather turns bad the second I get a lot of ideas, I hate winter

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first batch of the Communications vehicons and jeticons introduced in The Aftermath!

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Soundwave's had a persistent, annoying glitch ever since The Incident.

(nothing fancy, just trying out some animation on my older Soundwave drawing)

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I wanted to wait until I had the entire trine finished but for the life of me I can't get the motivation to design Skywarp, so here's just the two I've finished so far

I wanted to make Starscream more colorful, reminiscent of other cartoons, but I'm not quite happy with him yet. His face is really hard to get right for some reason.

I think I lowkey cooked with Thundercracker though, he looks really cool imo.

I like the idea of him being the sort of "protective strong brother" of the trine, although Starscream is protective in his own way too. "Brother" is literal btw, in my AU they're triplets like how Dreadwing and Skyquake are twins.

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“Ratchet: also carrying?”

“Yea-up. Wait, also?”

Soundwave flashed a heart and a picture of a cassette tape on his visor.

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these tags give me life because YES YOU GET IT!! TRAGIC LOVE WITH A HAPPY ENDING!!!!!

Sometimes, Soundwave writes songs. Sometimes, when he thinks he's alone, he sings to himself, about love and loss and half-remembered promises.

The sight of you lit my spark, the sound of your words lifted it out of despair, your actions stoked the flames of the revolution but you would not live to see it.

"Soundwave...who does this speak of? They must have had a great impact on you."

Soundwave turned to look at his conjunx and amica, who manages to be so sneaky even when they're, quite literally, empathically bonded. "A senator I admired once."

"A...senator?" Shockwave's antenna were set to thinking very hard/dawning breakthrough. "What was their name?"

"Memory: corrupted. This was a very long time ago."

"Of course. Am I to believe you didn't know them for very long, then?"

"Affirmative. I only met him once. He offered me a place in his private academy, but he was executed by the Senate for his views before I could accept. Rumor: his academy was raided, so it is fortunate I was still in Kaon."

Oh no. Shockwave's antenna were flicking rapidly in impending crash.

"Shockwave: well?"

"The senator...was not killed."

"Query?"

Shockwave stumbled back a step, and Soundwave hurried forward to catch him before he fell. "Shockwave?"

Shockwave looked up at him, antenna still twitching. "The senator was not executed. The senator was...mutilated." Pure hate Soundwave had never heard before filled the scientist's normally apathetic voice. "The senator was made to watch as his students were executed. The mechs he promised to protect!"

Shockwave's frame shuddered, and his optic suddenly went dark. The smell of hot (but not burned, thank Primus) components filled the air.

Behind his visor, Soundwave's eyes were wide as he put the pieces together. Shockwave, his Shockwave, and the senator he'd held close to his spark for so long, were one and the same?

It was almost enough to make Soundwave himself crash.

Unsteadily, he lowered Shockwave to the floor, and sat there with him for a long time.

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Sometimes, Soundwave writes songs. Sometimes, when he thinks he's alone, he sings to himself, about love and loss and half-remembered promises.

The sight of you lit my spark, the sound of your words lifted it out of despair, your actions stoked the flames of the revolution but you would not live to see it.

"Soundwave...who does this speak of? They must have had a great impact on you."

Soundwave turned to look at his conjunx and amica, who manages to be so sneaky even when they're, quite literally, empathically bonded. "A senator I admired once."

"A...senator?" Shockwave's antenna were set to thinking very hard/dawning breakthrough. "What was their name?"

"Memory: corrupted. This was a very long time ago."

"Of course. Am I to believe you didn't know them for very long, then?"

"Affirmative. I only met him once. He offered me a place in his private academy, but he was executed by the Senate for his views before I could accept. Rumor: his academy was raided, so it is fortunate I was still in Kaon."

Oh no. Shockwave's antenna were flicking rapidly in impending crash.

"Shockwave: well?"

"The senator...was not killed."

"Query?"

Shockwave stumbled back a step, and Soundwave hurried forward to catch him before he fell. "Shockwave?"

Shockwave looked up at him, antenna still twitching. "The senator was not executed. The senator was...mutilated." Pure hate Soundwave had never heard before filled the scientist's normally apathetic voice. "The senator was made to watch as his students were executed. The mechs he promised to protect!"

Shockwave's frame shuddered, and his optic suddenly went dark. The smell of hot (but not burned, thank Primus) components filled the air.

Behind his visor, Soundwave's eyes were wide as he put the pieces together. Shockwave, his Shockwave, and the senator he'd held close to his spark for so long, were one and the same?

It was almost enough to make Soundwave himself crash.

Unsteadily, he lowered Shockwave to the floor, and sat there with him for a long time.

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me making up Cloudburst as a random vehicon jet: I am so original and enlightened. Cloudburst is an amazing name for a random jet I'm so smart

*runs into references to Cloudburst as a rare official character a few days later* fuck this is embarrassing. I haven't had a single original thought in my entire life, I should stop writing forever. fuck meeee I hope nobody notices