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Even heroes know when to be scared. by ChasingArtwork

"Child, you hold tyranny in your hands…"

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Ugh, I really dislike the dentist lady I have to go to nowadays. I barely managed to sit in the chair before she already caused a panic attack in me and they couldn’t do anything. They just checked that the gum wasn’t infected and I ran out crying. Fortunately I live only like a 5 minute walk away from the dentist and my boyfriend was home, but I still have my wisdom tooth that I have to remove sometime in the future. When I moved here and had to move my dentist appointments here I requested a dentist who knew how to handle difficult patients with fears. And I s2g they gave me this 95 year old lady who is so insensitive that I feel terrible always when I go there;; In brighter news we went to look at a new apartment today and I think we found the one! and with that I’m going to move another area which means a new dentist in the future mwahaha I’m still completely spooked from this morning -tiredly rubs face-

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Before the Prime stepped out to meet and hopefully pick up Legacy, he left a low importance ping to the medic of the base. He didn’t want to leave outside without a notice, but also didn’t wish to wait around for possible backup.                   「  I have left the base through the                                    ground bridge on urgent business. 」   It was short. Hurried. But in a hurry, and out of the base almost before   he even managed to send the message.

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Leave 'Lived long enough to become the villain' to get a glimpse of my muse being a villain.

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Lived long enough to become the villain

villain meme

This universe, that universe. It didn’t matter. For if he hadanything to say about it, they would all eventually bowdown to him. Either with good, or bad; and preferably witha dash of bad to not make the journey all boring.   Like the worlds, the Prime didn’t really see difference in their   bots either. In his world, Sideswipe had been a decent help to   his destructive cause, but it seemed like his alternate had   abandoned the Autobot symbol and tainted his frame with the   stench of Decepticons.Optimus towered over the front liner, his shadow falling overthe smaller one and stretching beyond over the flat terrain.He looked calm, maybe too calm considering he had justdiscovered that one of his Autobots had defected. But beyondthe calmness laid a fire storm just waiting to be released soit could once more consume all life in it’s path.         ❝ I don’t take betrayal lightly, Sideswipe.                  All I hope is that you wont start begging... ❞   With a sharp movement of his arm and a flick of his wrist,   a sharp blade appeared in the place of the Prime’s hand.   The dark helm slowly tilted to the side, the raging passion   of madness making the red optics glow brightly.           ❝ You don’t want to make me even more                              disgusted with you than I already am. ❞

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Who came up with wisdom teeth anyways, they should be illegal. Not too many days anymore and I’ll finally get to a dentist and hopefully not feel as crappy. Not only that but I’ve been suffering from very sore muscles too, dunno if that is connected to this tooth thing or something else -cough-period-cough- but needless to say I’ve felt pretty miserable this weekend. And it was snowing today after so many sunny days, that really kicks my mood under the belt. But I was thinking of maybe trying a meme or something this night to do something to show that I am not completely dead here, haha

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Next in our series of ‘what else could keep Neo from attending to her blog?’ I was starting to feel better until the gum next to my growing wisdom teeth got infected I guess and it makes my whole jaw hurt from that side and idk if it’s from that or from the stressing but I’m feeling feverish and I couldn’t get a dentist appointment till next Wednesday so now I’m lying here like halp.

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Pros to ship with me

Our ship is probably gonna be rly cute

Cons to ship with me

I’ll talk about it all the time

I’ll give you what ifs and how woulds all the time

I WILL SQUEAL AND TALK IN ALL CAPS TO YOU EVERYTIME SOMETHING BAD/GOOD HAPPENS TO THEM

I will think of AUs and share

I will make playlists of them a lot

It will always have pain and tears

Probably will have to ask for 983454858645794 threads

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There was the tiniest of relaxing visible in Optimus’ frame, not because Megatron had said that he couldn’t contact his crew, but because the stubborn aft at least had the sense to accept help. He was but a visitor to this world and if he allowed someone to fall to their demise because of his invading presence he would never forgive himself. Even if that someone happened to be Megatron.    The Prime fell to one knee and tried to get a better look at the    wounds. But he was no medic, and his optics didn’t feed him    with any other information but the bare visuals.                                                                         Energon. Lots of it.                 ❝ We need to stop the bleeding. ❞ He reached out to gently try and push the warlord against the stones behind him. A half sitting position would probably be the least stressing.

♚⌦——||     He cursed the fact that his team was far too busy to be paying attention, it would seem. Nobody had answered his comm, which frustrated him to no end. He was angry, he was hurt, and he was stuck here with Optimus Prime. Of course, in the past, this would have been of no issue, but with the hostility that filled him at the mention of the Prime, it was a problem, and one that needed to be solved as quickly as possible.

“I attempted to contact them, although I have heard nothing back,” he admitted, despite his better judgement. “I suppose I have no choice, but to accept your help, Optimus.”

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Optimus had been ready to leave as soon as she was to avoid any unpleasant surprises in case someone picked up her or his signal out here in the open. But he paused when Legacy hesitated. A child of Decepticons. Maybe it wasn’t a coincidence then that she looked familiar.    She was clearly intimidated and scared; everything Optimus most    definitely did not wish to inflict on another. He almost took a step    towards her, but then decided against it. She looked ready to fly on    the first twitch he made.          ❝ You are not responsible for the                          bad decisions of your creators’. ❞ His answer was rather simple and maybe vague, but the Prime was the last person from you should expect prejudice or hate.

She nodded. “Y-yes sir.” She took a few steps forward esitantly. “I-uh….m-my creator w-was a Decepticon…w-will that…will that change-” She couldn’t bring herself to ask if it would make him behave ill towards her. It was obvious that she was afraid of him, golden optics flashing from his faceplates to his servos, to his middle, peds, then back to faceplates. He didn’t make a micromovement without her noticing it.  “I’m not a Decepticon b-but both of the mecha who’s CNA I share were…”

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Bulkhead had barely regained consciousness so far, only briefly coming to it enough to maybe twitch or mumble something before he already drifted away. Arcee had calmed down considerably and was now just quietly trying to come to terms with this.    She was itching to get on the move and not just lie here strapped    down. Her hands were almost constantly closing up into tight fists    before relaxing for a brief moment, and then tensing up again.   That was mostly all physical activity she could do right now    besides turning her head this and that way. Optimus hadn’t yet spoken much, still contemplating how he should approach this new predicament and how it would affect them. Some were bound to take it worse than others. He tried to offer steady looks and comforting nods but they were a pale alternate to hopeful words and a supporting brush of an em field.    Needless to say the flight felt long like eternity.

The Next Transformation

They flew back across the border in a human-built aircraft, the Autobots still strapped down to gurneys and Fowler falling asleep roughly thirty seconds after the plane’s wheels left the ground. The plane’s crew and the medical team were dressed in military uniforms, soberly courteous to each other and their passengers, and possessed of the unmistakable air of the seasoned warrior—someone who had complete confidence in his own abilities and therefore felt no need to swagger, brag, or pick fights. Those of Optimus’ troops who were conscious and within his field of vision looked to him for support, for comfort, for some clue on how to feel about this outbreak of insanity.

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          At his words he laughed; the cacophonous rasp may have once been a medley for Optimus—for Orion to enjoy, but no longer. Brother—the title a taunting mockery of the friendship they had once shared, the loss of which even Megatron still reeled from, though never would he admit, and he held his bated ventilation. 

“I was saved by my ambition. You, Optimus, stand as a manifestation of Orion’s betrayal, polluted by the Matrix.”

The Matrix…one day he would tear it from the Prime’s chassis. Maybe then he would find the brother he had lost beneath. That was, unless, the vessel gifted to him by their Creator had murdered him.

“Not much more?” he questioned, “You still have your team. One day you will bow before me, or they will be no more.”

The war was only a game, the pieces splayed elaborately across the board, the moves slowly calculated.

No, the destruction would never end, not until Megatron had Optimus knelt in submission before him.

Even with half of his face hidden, and his field nonexistent, the Prime’s optics were always there to be an indicator to the thoughts that ran through his head. Now they softly narrowed at the rasping sound of the laugh, not sure whether to let the words affect him or just listen to the insistent pings and walk away.        At first he had maybe expected Megatron to get more aggressive        as per usual, but he seemed to be in a chatty mood. Which wasn’t        really that unusual either. Which the warlord liked more, listening        to himself speak or just simply trying to evoke reactions out of        Optimus, was a mystery to the shorter mech.      ❝ If my fall would stop you,                        this war could have been ended                                         millions of years ago. ❞ The Prime didn’t fear death. If it would ensure the end of suffering for others, he would gladly trade his spark for the salvation of others. If it would stop Megatron, if it could magically make everything better, you wouldn’t need to ask him twice.            ❝ But you wouldn’t have stopped at that.                               You speak of the taint of the Matrix,                               while you walcomed this demon into your spark. ❞         Perhaps it was ironic, how the time had changed them.         How a data clerk was slowly lost to the maze like depths         of the Matrix, and the gladiator to his impending insanity.

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I think he’s very lonely. Lonelier than he lets on. Maybe lonelier than he even realizes.

The Royal Tenenbaums. (via theburnthatkeepseverything)

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         Emotion traveled from one cyan optic to another and Megatron watched as it stretched a thin invisible line down the Matrix bearer’s facial derma. He willed it to tear the face which fueled his merciless obsession in two. Nothing would be sweeter than to have the Prime in pieces, but even he knew that would not satisfy him for long. Corruption had tainted his lines far too deep.

No one was allowed to torture his once brother worse than he.

“The caste system is no more, dear Optimus. My ideals have already triumphed. Never forget that you were the one to betray me, brother.”

The word he spat back at him, a twisted mockery of what their friendship had become when it could have been so more much.

“Cling to your hope, Optimus. Soon you will have nothing more.”

Brother. The word that once might have held fond meanings was by now tainted, twisted into a borderline insult instead of the title that had held respect. Once upon time it would have earned a shy smile. Now it caused him to pull his field in further like burned, and his battle mask to snap in place to hide the line of his mouth. He stood his ground and despite being physically shorter he stood tall.               ❝ You were betrayed by your pride. ❞     Brief status reports rained on his comm. from his team, but     they were paid the minimal possible attention. Just enough     to be updated on their position. And the status of the mission. More often than the Prime would have probably liked, it was as if time itself was holding it’s breath with them. And for what ever reason these moments seemed to suck him in even when he knew better than be distracted by the words spat out in hate.         ❝ There is not much more you could take from me.               But taking even that little,              would not stop your insatiable hunger for destruction. ❞                              'I fear nothing would '      Pings, more insistent.            Demanding to know the whereabouts of the Prime.

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I’m sorry if I seem to be a bit away for a couple of days! For some reason I’ve caught a wave of depressed feels again which has left me quite incapacitated. Nothing serious I guess, just another down week. And it was a sunny day today too! What a waste to be feeling down.

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Transformers Adventure Ending sorry for the LQ but you HAVE TO STOP EVERYTHING YOU ARE DOING AND SEE THIS NOW!!!!