#varmegonomore; Sandcrest

[princeofdarkmount]

@varmegonomore replied to your post: ANONYMOUS PLEAD: You seem pretty opposed to...

Is this like a running trend for greyfaces on your end?

Occasionally.  It usually only becomes a prominent topic of ‘discussion’ when a certain someone brings it up.

[anotherhumanpet]

Dennis will find a text after a bit that reads: "Those guys on the chat are jerks. Wanna come to a street race? If you come don't tell any cops, got it? Last thing we all need is to get busted again. -Sandy"

He tried to handle things responsibly - or at least as close to responsible as a person could get after they purposely abandon their phone. But still, he tried.

He went outside.

He ate something.

He saw some movies. He even saw his friends at the theaters, which triggered a brief conversation about them trying to invite him to come with but never getting a response because his phone was sitting on his on desk, untouched and unloved. Dennis tried to brush off their concerns when they asked why he chose  to leave it but they wouldn’t let it go, and in that moment Dennis felt kind of blessed to have Jack, Miko, and Raf for friends. Who else would show concern for him over something so small as leaving a cellphone behind?

But then Vince happened. And words were said.

Hurtful words.

Painful words.

Then Dennis saw red; First out of sheer rage, then as splatters of blood on his hands, his shirt, the concrete-- everything. It didn’t take him long to piece together that all the blood he saw, the wetness he felt on his lips, and the throbbing sensation around the center of his face were all connected. Vince now sported a nice split lip from the sucker punch he threw but that was the only injury he had.

So Dennis fled in shame, running all the way home with tears in his eyes.

He ignored his friends when they came by the house.

He swiped all their text messages away, both the old and the new.

He let the phone ring and ring until the voicemail was triggered, then promptly deleted the messages they left for him.

He hated everything, just as much as it hated him.

Then Sandcrest’s message came through and Dennis almost immediately swiped it away out of habit, but the new name and number gave him enough pause to read it before it could be disappear or wind up deleted. He frowned, sinking lower into the bed sheets while his emotions went haywire for the umpteenth time.

That god damned chat.

[::no]

The message is sent off and Dennis drops his phone to the floor before rolling over. His bed was his home now. It was the only place he was ever going to be, for the rest of his life.

[dubious-signs]

@varmegonomore​ replied to your post: And this is why you don’t mention certain things.

I DIDNT THINK THEY’D ACTUALLY CALL ME OUT OK

Is it safe to say you’ve learned your lesson?

[divinethemeaning]

Sandcrest and Treadline send a carefully crafted holopainting of one of Sanctuary City's best views as an offering- provided by Treadline's amica Bassetto. Before Treadline can speak, Sandcrest opens his mouth, "Is my carrier ever going to get knocked u-" he is cut off by Treadline smacking a hand over his mouth. "What he means." Treadline corrects, "Is will Traction ever find a conjunx?"

::With a heart of gold, another shall come. But only the willing and ready will be able to accept.::

[nillas-art-den]

a goat a baby goat a rowdy baby robogoat ____ Transformers © Hasbro Sandcrest © @varmegonomore Art © *Moi

[smoking-gunformer]

Future Stories: The Tale of Tarn

The fire glows eerily amidst the group, illuminating the enraptured faces of children and new sparks alike. Sterling, sat in the middle of the group, begins her tale: The Tale of Tarn.

“Everyone knows of the DJD, the horrors they brought, the atrocities they committed, the undying loyalty to a warped cause… the list. What ever happened to the monsters of a war long passed? Did they simply disappear from existence? Reform their ways? I know what happened. And I will tell you this very night.

“Tarn was the most loyal Decepticon there ever was, he idolized Megatron, clung to his every word and move. He loved the cause. He loved his people. He loved Megatron. So what happens when love goes sour? When the mech you gave yourself to in frame, mind, and spark abandons all that he taught you to hold paramount? The mind cracks, and the spark splits.

“Tarn’s very being shattered the day Megatron changed his colors. He refused to believe it, and when he had to face the truth he turned on everything he ever loved. Mad with grief and anguish he collected an army, an unstoppable force to destroy the mech that destroyed him.

“He finally got his wish, to face the mech who built him up and tore his spark to pieces. He ripped into him, beat him down, felt his energon spill through his fingers, sangs his songs of death… and fell. Megatron stood after Tarn struck, as tall and glorious as he had ever seen. Only now, cold fear lanced through his broken spark. Inky blackness poured from Megatron’s body and Tarn was swallowed by the shadows of reality itself.

“But they say even that was not enough to kill him. Killing him was not enough to end his pain. To this very day his twisted frame and darkened spark wander the galaxy, looking for a nonexistent end to the thirst for vengeance that bleeds from his frame like the black that destroyed him. He could even be here now,” A branch breaks nearby, the surrounding children startle, “Watching,” another snap, “Waiting.” shuffling in the trees, “… Singing.”

The Empyrean suite, the song of death, shakes the leaves and the young ones scream. Sandcrest pulls his human friend close as he jolts to his feet.

Sterling cackles, nearly falling backwards from her stool. Her laughter is quickly joined by another as Treadline steps into the light of the clearing, lowering the volume of his speakers.

“Oh man did you see them jump- OW!” He throws up his hands to defend himself as Sandcrest strikes the tough plating of his arms with delicate fists.

“YOU JERK!”

“Why are you hitting me? It was Sterling’s idea!”

“She’s an adult I’m not allowed to hit her!”

Sterling may hate kids, but by Primus she adores scaring the slag out of them.

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Tricky speaks! 

So I wrote a small story that’s set in the far future for Sterling, when the war has long passed and she’s eventually settled on New Cybertron in a version of IDW future. May do more stories like this if the mood strikes me.

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March 27th, 2019 4:27pm

[primuswhyme]

For those of you needing clarification or translation:

Ark has stated that life is dull and repetitive without Sandcrest. He's also made it clear that the cleaner has run away with the vidscreen. I'm not quite sure why he said this, I can only assume that those two spoken of individuals felt they would be happier if they raced in the halls.

I'm afraid I don't speak Sandcrest's dialect. Translation shall be missing there until such time my fellow interpreter stops 'aw'ing at his screen.

@wily-red-and-galeforce-gold @varmegonomore @princeofdarkmount

[heligooddeals]

varmegonomore replied to your post: “I tried to warn you, Sandcrest. But did you...

TT-TT

“Are you going to be able to handle it? Or do you mechs need some help?”

[princeofdarkmount]

@varmegonomore replied to your post “| Being called a ‘favorite’ by the chaos bringer does not get any less...”

... Wonder if we could throw him off your scent somehow... What if we tried to make you super boring to him?

And we would accomplish this... how exactly? 

[princeofdarkmount]

| ... all this talk of food is making him crave those ener-buns he, Sandcrest and Rigel chowed down on at Sanctuary’s Clover Festival last week. | | They smelled terrible, but the filling was delicious. |

[princeofdarkmount]

@varmegonomore​ reblogged your post: “Aaaarrrrk!" Sandcrest sounds like the apex of distress, "Someone is trying to make me bite you and threatening that...”:

“SomeAlternateUnicronCameToMeAndSaidThatIShouldBiteYouForSomeReason!!!”

Turns out between the sent the message and now, Sandy has learned that its not someone calling themselves Unicron…. its an actual alternate Unicron. And that caused a miniature freakout of monumental proportions.

“I don’t know what to do!!”

| Ooookaaaay- that was a lot of information crammed together in a single sentence. Still the prince is able to make out enough to get the gist of what the other mecha was saying. | | Ark lets out a heavy exvent, equal parts pained and exasperated. One step at a time. First things first; he needed to get Sandcrest to settle down. Then once he was calmer, they could put their helms together and figure out a solution for this mess. | “Alright, alright- Sandcrest, I know you’re upset but you need to try and calm down now. Panicking like this is not going to help either of us figure this out. So you need to take a moment, regulate your vents.. and just... put your focus elsewhere for a bit... like me... okay?” “Focus on me and what I’m telling you... can you do that?”

[princeofdarkmount]

#Well at least you're cute. #You're always have that at least. OOOOOOOOOOO SOMEONE THINKS SANDCREST IS CUUUUUUUUUUUUTE

Well duh.Have you seen him? He is cute.

[princeofdarkmount]

"Aaaarrrrk!" Sandcrest sounds like the apex of distress, "Someone is trying to make me bite you and threatening that THEY'LL bite you if I don't!!!"

“…what?”

[princeofdarkmount]

@varmegonomore replied to your post: @radioactivibee liked your post: “Not to be feral...

Sandy, picture of innocence, “Whaaat? its a good defense tactic against my brother!” absolutely innocent.

| Yeah. Ark don’t believe that for a second. ‘Innocent’ his aft.. | “.. of course. I’m sure between you and your sibling, he’d be the only one who’d ever be susceptible to this ‘tactic’. After all your restraint and resolve is clearly so much better then his..”

[princeofdarkmount]

varmegonomore replied to your post: “What’s your type? Tagged by: @goddess-mothra​...”:

*trying hard not to laugh*

And just what do you find so funny about this? You pretty much got the same result as I did..

[princeofdarkmount]

Sandcrest is suddenly horrified by something he forgot, "Wait wait Ark cmere I forgot something." He motions for Ark to bend down, conspiratorial.

| Ark quirks a brow plate at the gesture, immediately suspicious. He does not trust that, nor is he entirely sold on the idea of Sandcrest not being up to something... but… || The princelit huffs and complies, bending at the waist until he’s nearly optic to optic with the shorter centuraian, an expectant look on his face. Alright he’s here. Now what did you forget-? |