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I miss my brother. I miss my brother a lot.

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I went to torment and regret island and found Sunstreaker there

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women keep coming up to me giggling and blushing and running their finger along the edge of my mighty greatsword like STOP theres literally evil afoot

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everyone got that one homie who hasn't been whole since the incident

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Does it drives anyone else crazy that idw tf conflict starts with Sunstreaker’s suffering, is marked in the middle by Sunstreaker’s suffering, and ends with sunstreaker’s suffering. Doesn’t it drive you crazy

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17 for Sunstreaker?

Meme.

What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

Once upon a time, Sunstreaker is sure he would have answered this with a quickness and confidence that would startle any. He had been full of pride, once-- but then his body was violated, turned into scrap.

It is a very hard thing to look at yourself in the mirror, and know the body you reside in isn't really yours.

Even with Ratchet's expertise, or with Alpha Trion's intelligence, Sunstreaker knew this body wasn't his. Knew it like the processor that rests within his helm, like the spark that should have stopped spinning all those years ago.

What do people notice first when looking at him?

He doesn't know, not anymore. Sunstreaker sucks in a breath, looks away and shrugs. His paint is pretty eye-catching, he thinks. His face has been changed, but it is the only thing in him he knows belongs to what used to be him. Still he cracks a smile.

"Hard not to notice my handsome face," he's confident-- smile bright, but it doesn't quite seem to reach his eyes. Forced, in a manner that appears pitiful. Like he is trying to spare you from reading what's going on through his processor. "My shine's also a catch. Everyone loves it."

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More wip for the mean time !

Sunny is just fixing his jaw , don't mind him

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everytime you draw the twins I get 10 years on my life 🙏🏽🙏🏽

THANK YOU ITS AN HONOR I love them so please have another one

Sunny's always there for his bro!!!

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💬 for sunstreaker @ sideswipe

There had been a time, once, before Earth, when Sunstreaker thought him and his brother were an item. Two peas in a pod, tank and engine, spark and processor. Once Earth was but a speck of blue in his vision, Sunstreaker realized, with a shame that eats him even now, that it is-- was-- a lot more complicated than that. Sunstreaker had been an awful brother. Not what Sideswipe wanted, nor what he needed. Sunstreaker had always been particularly bad at interpreting his brother's emotions, always trying to guise selfishness with selflessness. He had tried so, so hard to be a commander and a brother at the same time, at all times-- never putting a line between the two, never attempting to see how that had made his brother-- his little brother- feel. Even now, with Sideswipe gone, he still does it. Still thinking of all the wrong things he did, all the horrible ways he'd gone about being someone Sideswipe should look up to, never someone that could have been seen as an equal. ( There will be a moment, some hours after he's had a nice breezy walk with Bob, where Sunstreaker will sit down beside a memoir made to his brother, something that should resemble him in life. Then, once he has placed a cup of energon beside him beyond the one already at his hand, Sunstreaker will tell his brother about his day, and tell him of all the things he wishes they could see together. But this does not fit well with Sunstreaker's narrative of his own life. It does not fit well with how selfish he wishes he truly was. )

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[ Sometimes, Sunstreaker will bring a hand to his jaw as if dislocated, after the joints begin to ache.

Sometimes, after those inane pains that shouldn't haunt him, Sunstreaker is afraid that the next time he opens his eyes, he will find himself back to that nightmare. ]

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Sunny

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Send 💬 + [character name] for my muse to talk about that character!

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SEND “⚡️” AND A QUESTION AND MY MUSE WILL BE FORCED TO ANSWER HONESTLY

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17 for Sunstreaker?

Meme.

What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

Once upon a time, Sunstreaker is sure he would have answered this with a quickness and confidence that would startle any. He had been full of pride, once-- but then his body was violated, turned into scrap.

It is a very hard thing to look at yourself in the mirror, and know the body you reside in isn't really yours.

Even with Ratchet's expertise, or with Alpha Trion's intelligence, Sunstreaker knew this body wasn't his. Knew it like the processor that rests within his helm, like the spark that should have stopped spinning all those years ago.

What do people notice first when looking at him?

He doesn't know, not anymore. Sunstreaker sucks in a breath, looks away and shrugs. His paint is pretty eye-catching, he thinks. His face has been changed, but it is the only thing in him he knows belongs to what used to be him. Still he cracks a smile.

"Hard not to notice my handsome face," he's confident-- smile bright, but it doesn't quite seem to reach his eyes. Forced, in a manner that appears pitiful. Like he is trying to spare you from reading what's going on through his processor. "My shine's also a catch. Everyone loves it."

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if the artstyle changes in every frame it's because I'm very unpredictable and mysterious