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Oh, if My Engine Works Perfect On Empty.

When his optics first online, B-127 first sees the sky. The Well surges with power only feet from him, giving him a fond farewell even as his memory of crawling from it fades only moments after. His protoform is new and small, his body whirs with clicks and hissing as parts fall into place and his spark begins to glow all on its own, no longer sustained by Primus’ crafting hand.

It will grow, with time, his plating still a shining, unburdened silver. Glistening with its lack of abrasions and experience. Efficiency programs slot into place, and his processor works to teach him what little it already knows. His T-cog spins in his side, inactive now as New Sparks usually are, but it will burst with Energon and life soon enough. In the backlog of his thinking, B-1 can already sense the way the wind will whip around him, struggling to keep up. ______________ Or; B-127 is a new spark, born in the midst of war. He survives, and eventually joins the Autobots. But what has to happen to get him there? TFP universe, with some tweaks. 

This is the fic if anyone has any interest 🫣🫣🫣

I broke my hand a month ago and here is the apologetic art I poorly drew to explain to the readers of my bumblebee fic. Thought perhaps it was cute enough to post but then forgot

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I broke my hand a month ago and here is the apologetic art I poorly drew to explain to the readers of my bumblebee fic. Thought perhaps it was cute enough to post but then forgot

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SONIC 3 WAS SO GOOD OH MY LORD!!!

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Next day rb :>

You ever look at a man (giant alien robot) and hear lana del ray?

added his antennae to his prime design because it's a must ofc

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You ever look at a man (giant alien robot) and hear lana del ray?

added his antennae to his prime design because it's a must ofc

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hi! just wanted to tell you that on mistakes is one of the most vivid, compelling stories that i've ever read, in general, not only for sth. it's so... i'm honestly having trouble finding the right words but it just feels so homey and full of love for the characters and their shared history. you handle them and their traumas and triumphs so elegantly. it's inspirational truly

Oh my goodness, this is so sweet. I'm not sure what to say that is such a HIGH compliment!!! I'm so glad my story can inspire, that is crazy to me. I have loved these characters for over a decade and it is so comforting to know I can do them some justice.

I want so much for them to live and breathe in my writing. Thank you so much for your support, it means so much!!

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Next day rb! ❤️

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Ch8 is out!

The general consensus of this morning is to try and keep Knuckles from exploding. They all silently celebrate when Knuckles sleeps through the night, but there’s no telling how long it’ll last. Their friend has been burying things for a while now. Being allowed to be a part of this ceremony is a victory for everyone, and Knuckles seems excited despite his previous trepidation. He also seems like a bomb about to go off.

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Writing On Mistakes is like that Brittany Broski audio where she is listening to cringy boyfriend asmr and just reads "Babygirl where are you??"

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OH!! I found your story "on mistakes and birthday cakes" the day you first posted it and have been following it sense! I didn't realize you had a tumblr! I'm pretty shy about adding comments but wanted to let you know it's one of my absolute favorite Knuckles fanfictions out there! thank you for the stories you do this story will stick with me for forever <3

Ahh thank you so much wow!! On Mistakes holds such a special place in my heart and I am so excited for where it is going from here!! Thank you so much for your continued interest in my little story. I am so glad you have enjoyed it thus far, I hope I can continue to bring you some joy as we move forward!

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Ch7 is out! (Finally)

He wonders. Wonders if this all looks the same as her home, or if it is a gross mockery to her. Wonders if the thing she holds above her own life is slowly clenching around her heart the way the Emerald does, when he dares to be away from it. That thought is withering. “You shouldn’t have come,” he bites out, before he can think better of it. But the words are like venom, and he finds the rigidness of them spreading sharply down to his ribcage and pooling there. It is slick and ugly in a way he knows isn’t befitting of him, but it coats like sludge over his throat and his heart. His expression shifts in a way he knows must be far too harsh, far too appraising.

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how did you get here?

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Pinterest outfits for the pretty lady

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Today's adventure - walking the runway!

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Today's adventure - walking the runway!