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What color character are you?

Red

Red characters tend to be both quiet and observant as well as loud and dramatic. They are often brash and impulsive, and tend to act on instinct rather than planning ahead. They are quite self-sacrificing, often veering into self-destructive, and they push themselves to their limits trying to succeed. They tend to be stubborn, and it might take a lot to change their mind. They have a hard time expressing their feelings, and may come off as either emotionless, self-absorbed, or perpetually angry. They don’t have a ton of friends, and when they do, it’s often by circumstance rather than choice (although they grow to fiercely love their friends). They are not usually innately good at fitting into social situations, and can be awkward and out of place in them. They can come off as unhumorous because of how sincere and honest they tend to be, but tend to just have a dryer, sarcastic sense of humor. They do often think of others first, but their motivations for it might not be entirely selfless. They usually have a hard time conceivably lying, and are quite earnest without meaning to be.They put their full effort into what they do, and push themselves to improve at all costs. They get easily defensive, and feel like they have to prove themselves to earn anyone’s respect. They have a strong sense of internal morality and high standards for themselves. They also hold others to their internal high standards, which can cause a lot of conflict if not worked out. They tend to have bad relationships with their parental figures, who were usually either absent or abusive, and contributed to their toxic view of themselves. At their core, red characters want to be loved and accepted, but have often been denied it, leading them to build up lots of defenses. Others need to be patient with them and give them a safe space to be themselves as they open up and begin to flourish.

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                 Still, there is this terrible desire to be loved.                  Still, there is this horror at being left behind.

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This is an oc x canon safe zone.

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This may be the human holiday she likes best.

A new year. Fresh starts and clean slates. Bidding farewell to the past, however awful or joyous it might have been, and looking forward to the future.

It's a sentiment Dragonfly appreciates above all others.

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STOP THE PRESSES @mnemoiisms IS A GEM AND TREASURE FOR MAKING THIS

I stink at digital art so THIS? This is gorgeous! Just look at those glowing optics and bio-lights!!!!

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"Steamtrack," the seeker says quietly, committing it to a more permanent memory file. "I am Dragonfly."

It takes a moment longer for her to tentatively reach back, clasping and giving the offered servo a brief shake. Which- may not be the gesture the Wrecker meant to offer, but it's the one Dragonfly can recall the most easily.

Introduction complete, she pulls back, and clutches her remaining box tight with box servos. All four wings twitch, not afraid, but anxious.

Handling threats is easy.

Remembering how to be a person again is harder.

There is a particular way Wreckers hold themselves, yes. But more to the point, Dragonfly listens whenever Bumblebee talks about new arrivals to the growing Iacon base camp, and does her best to remember important details.

The Seeker doesn't bother saying any of that aloud, though, simply giving another wing-flick of acknowledgement. After a moment, she also nods, extending one arm and the crate it holds. "These are for the fabrication yard."

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There's a particularly strong wind that's blown up today, bringing clouds of grit and detritus along with the ride and driving nearly everyone firmly indoors.

Dragonfly has settled herself beside one of the main building's upper windows, frowning at the weather, wing panels twitching with pent up anxiety.

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There is a particular way Wreckers hold themselves, yes. But more to the point, Dragonfly listens whenever Bumblebee talks about new arrivals to the growing Iacon base camp, and does her best to remember important details.

The Seeker doesn't bother saying any of that aloud, though, simply giving another wing-flick of acknowledgement. After a moment, she also nods, extending one arm and the crate it holds. "These are for the fabrication yard."

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Dragonfly pauses, storage crates in hand, and lets two of her wings flicker upward and back down in wary acknowledgement of the bot standing on the path she needs to take. "Wrecker."

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Dragonfly pauses, storage crates in hand, and lets two of her wings flicker upward and back down in wary acknowledgement of the bot standing on the path she needs to take. "Wrecker."

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What does your heart look like?

Molten lava and charred flesh

Your heart burned so fiercely that it burnt itself out, leaving horrible scars in its wake; scars inside your chest and on the hands of those who touched you, the hearts of anyone who got close enough to connect to yours. The person you are now is no longer recognizable, burnt up by your own anger and passion and love. The injuries can never be fully erased, but they can be soothed with time and trust and forgiveness.

(Stolen from @gladiatorspxrked)

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Stop shaming people for their body count

Who cares how many people she's killed so long as you love her and she looks pretty with blood on her face.

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Well, there goes the uncertainty of recognition.

"I am, doing better," the Seeker says, with a small smile. She catches one fluttering servo and gives it a light squeeze, a half-remembered gesture. "Things... happened. But I'm here, yes. And! I have- a new name."

Her good emotions briefly falter, turning awkward. It's been one thing, surrounded by people who never actually knew her, Before, even if they'd seen her in battle at a distance or been aware of her designation on some list or other, but this is- an old friend acquaintance ally.

Still. She draws herself up, wings momentarily flaring in a gesture that's half pride, half defiance. "I am Dragonfly, now. It's my clean slate."

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That... is a face she knows.

It takes a moment of staring, of watching the other pick up a crate marked for the medical building before the memory clicks home in Dragonfly's processor.

Whether the other (former?) Decepticon will recognize her in turn is, less certain.

Still. Dragonfly strides across the small courtyard, at an angle to the medic, and quietly calls "Uppercut," before getting too close.

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I just know this is true for so many pepaws

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Which chess piece represents you?

Black Rook

You are the Black Rook. As a piece that can move inwards and outwards, you're a master of self-reflection. Being the black piece, you hide an inner beast within you. Perhaps you're one to rush headfirst into trouble, was it for a friend's sake? Or your own? Are you the overprotective type? Did you know your grip was that tight around someone's neck? For all your protectiveness and deliberate planning, you can't wash the blood off your hands that easily.

Tagging: you!

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At first, Fly only hums an acknowledgement. But after a few more peaceful moments pass, she releases a long gust of air to clear her vents, and blinks open her optics. "Good morning."

This is... one of the Wreckers, she thinks? Dragonfly is aware of all the frames that pass in and out of base camp, but doesn't always pick up or retain their names. "Did you need something?"

Likely not. Likely he's also simply seeking some peace and quiet. But it doesn't hurt to ask.

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Dragonfly has already consumed her morning ration, but now stands in a little open space, cradling the empty cube, optics shuttered and head tipped back to enjoy the breeze, the direct sunlight.

One of her four wings twitches to acknowledge the approaching frame. Otherwise, the Seeker makes no movement.