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❛  IT’S NOT YOUR CHOICE TO MAKE,  DOMEY.

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BRAINSTORM.

      “This thing? Probably not, and possibly no. I’ve been trying to figure it out for a few days now. and all I can gather is the object appears to be passive aggressive.” the thing in question… was difficult for him to discribe honestly, “Perhaps a second opinion is needed yeah?”

            ❛  that’s not discomforting at all. . .  ❜   snark falls from uncertain vox as he pushes himself further into the lab,  eyeing the object with skepticism.   if brainstorm was asking for second opinions,  then he must be stuck for answers,   ❛  er,  i could possibly cross reference the visual data i’m recording now & see if there’s anything,  but i can’t guarantee i’ll find anything.   shouldn’t you be asking perceptor about this kinda stuff ?  ❜

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“If things go wrong, I’ll lead them away" for scarecros;)

            there’s a certain fear that accompanies those words,  digs under plating like thorns pricking skin / burrows deep & hooks into wiring with the sick intention to stay.   for the two of them apart brings a sense of WRONGNESS,  which strikes hard & seeps viscous in his lines.   they have both lost each other once ( glassy gaze,  needles stand erect in cruor - crusted spires from marigold dimmed ;   neck cables cut open in vertical slit ;   broken mech,  broken screams,  even now they still haunt him ),  if his love is to run into danger rewind will surely follow.

            ❛  & if they do,  i’m coming with you            ❜   determination grows forth in wavering tone,   blooms upon fear’s spiny stems.   rewind allows his helm to peek out from their spot,  to soak in the sight of gunfire & gore & grueling cries through lens blinking red,   ❛  ‘cos it looks pretty dangerous out there.   i’m not gonna just sit around while you fight like you’re the next prime !  ❜

                    @scarecros​ / skulduggery.

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Was it harder to die, or harder to be the one who survived?

Ruta Sepetys, Between Shades of Gray (via wordsnquotes)

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Day 7 of LostLightFest - Rewind

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“The Skulduggery Pleasant” sentence starters

“Doors are for people with no imagination.”  

“We’re not retreating, we’re advancing in reverse.”

“You don’t know what it is, do you?”

“I told you what it is, it’s a horrible monster. Now shut up before it comes over here and eats us.”

“Kindness suits you.”

“I think I’m quite allergic to it.”

“I’m placing you under arrest for murder, conspiracy to commit murder and, I don’t know, possibly littering.”  

“So that plan worked out well.”

“Your entire plan consisted of, and I quote, “Let’s get up close and then see what happens.”’

“I think the whole thing worked out rather beautifully.”

“You are vastly outnumbered.”

“Your situation has become quite untenable.‘“

“You are within moments of being swarmed by these filthy creatures of undeath and torn apart in a maelstrom of pain and fury.”

“Okay, that’s a new one on me.”

“I need a weapon.”

“I’ll buy you a stick for Christmas.”

“It’s not that I want you to go, it’s just that I don’t want you to stay.“

“There is no such thing as winning and losing.”

“There is won and there is lost, there is victory and defeat. There are absolutes. Everything in between is still left to fight for.”

“Until then, there is only the struggle, because tides do what tides do–they turn.”

“Are you kidding?  I jumped off a building – of course I’m hurt.”  

“Panic? Fear? Three empty parking spaces in the Sanctuary?”  

“If things go wrong, I’ll lead them away.”

 “If you don’t see me in five minutes, then I’ve probably died a very brave and heroic death.”

“Oh and don’t– Oh, and don’t touch the radio–I’ve got it tuned right where I want it and I don’t want you messing that up.”  

“You are such a moron.”

“Don’t be jealous of my genius.”

“Every solution to every problem is simple. It’s the distance between the two where the mystery lies.”  

“I love you all, even those I don’t particularly like.”

“Found something?”

“Look, this is all very, very weird.”

“How would that be OK??”

“Stop doing that.”

“Stop doing what?”

“He could be a butterfly dreaming he’s a man.”

“I haven’t had a chance to do it nearly as much as I’d like.”

“You have no idea about presents or what they mean. The last present you gave me was a stick.”

“So this is it? Is everyone here?”

“Aren’t you afraid it might get stolen? We’re not exactly in a good part of town.”

“It’s really not as bad as it sounds.”

“So this—What’s happening and what’s going to happen, this isn’t your fault.”

“You can’t control everything, and not everything is your responsibility.”

“I wanted to tell you then, but I didn’t have the words and I didn’t have the time.”

 I’m here because I choose to be.

“You save my life. I save yours. That’s how we work.“

“Until the end.”

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            ❛  whoa,  two questions            do i even want to know what that is,  & will getting near it kill me,  because i really do value my life,  ❜   yet a foot passes through the doorway regardless ;   visor alight in ciel hue,  brings forth natural intrigue mirrored in the subtle twist the camera’s lens & an optical ridge quirked up.   perhaps he should have brought chromedome along,  let him do the talking while he recorded the chaos that would surely follow.

                    @floutingphysics​  /  ❤'d

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BLUE.   yknow what take some tags now or i’ll Never do them otherwise smh,  but i’ll edit older posts tomorrow

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BLUE.   so ummm starter call :^0   alternatively just hop into my IMs if you wanna plot but i Still gotta redo icons

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CYCLONUS.

♪♫ ||       “Mm,” he said, although it was much more of a grunt than an actual word. Red optics flickered over to Rewind. His head tilted, just a tad; just enough to act as an invitation. Unless told otherwise, his little ones were always allowed near him. 

“Not tonight, it seems. And you?”

            steps are near - silent as he moves towards the other,  the window illuminating his plating in galaxy’s light.   no matter how many times he views the expanse of space,  he always captures something new ;   something beautiful that he can’t quite put into words.   his camera clicks on without thought.

            ❛  not a wink.   & chromedome seems to be having a peaceful night too,  so i didn’t want to disturb him.  ❜

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            @invisus from here

            there’s a pause that follows rodimus’ uncertain words ( he has never been one for apologies ;   & rewind knows them all too well,  broken promises preached again & again ),  visor dimmed & indistinct in subdued blue.   because he knows rodimus is dancing around the subject,  the dented cheek & energon smeared  /  his love playing god,  ready to exchange his life for another.   little else could be the reason for rewind to approach him,  utter those four words from his vox.

            ❛  he was ready to die,  y’know.   that stubborn idiot. . .   ready to sacrifice himself to bring him back,  ❜   his voice feels too forced,  too heavy,  pushing determined words into the open.   digits press against his chassis,  feel the thrum of anticipation in his spark,   ❛  & i            i feel so guilty for making him think that was what i wanted.   but you knew he would die if he didn’t stop,  & you just let it happen !  ❜

            frustration grows evident tensing joints,  squared shoulders ;   how many times had he let chromedome fall into a self - fulfilling prophecy ?   known the cost on his mind,  yet reaped the benefits of his labor ?   it HURTS,  because he knows that even now chromedome still hurts too.   ❛  i can’t forgive you for being an enabler,  but domey is alive & i can’t keep stewing on the past forever.   i. . .   don’t hate you or anything,  just promise me you won’t let him inject.   it’s KILLING him,  rodimus,  & i can’t lose him.   not again.  ❜

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Do you love him?

            ❛            him ?   if you mean chromedome,  then of course i do !   he’s stubborn,  frustrating,  gives into the same mistakes over & over again,  but he’s wonderful ;   & i feel,  well,  pretty blessed that he loves me back.   i never feel like i say it enough,  but i really do love him.  ❜

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            @scarecros wants some gay shit

            it’s the slow days that bring the best out of them both,  he thinks            no nightmares ( machine who dreams a thousand deaths ;   how does it feel to be icarus fallen ?   have wax woven wings scalding against your back as needles puncture metal ? ),  no harrowing screams  /  nails against glass,  awaking to a symphony of self - fulfilling prophecies.   rare days of CALM,  that has rewind rebooting with a lackadaisical stretch & visor flashing dim,  absentminded trails of tiny digits against beige plating in savored moments.

            ❛            you up,  domey ?  ❜  voice heavy in sleepy static,  mumbled against a large forearm.   it didn’t matter,  if chromedome was still asleep ;   primus knows he needed rest.

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BLUE.   so ummm starter call :^0   alternatively just hop into my IMs if you wanna plot but i Still gotta redo icons

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@theminibotprotector LIKED.

            ❛  can’t recharge?  ❜   soft words lie heavy in darkness’s touch ;   digits dim silhouettes against bio - light’s gentle glow,  he feels hesitant to disturb.

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             ❛  & from here we can see prowl flipping a table,  only to find a bunch of rabid scraplets!   OH!   &,  if you piece those two stars on the left with that cluster over there. . .  there’s prowl getting punched in the crotchplate by a PHASE SIXER!  ❜