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[overdorklord]

[And I went on pause again. I apologize. This period is really bad to be soft and sweet and in character.

Sorry for this.]

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Hahaha. You got pranked Overlord.

«Well, rood!»

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Here. I thought you might like a can of energon goodies. (To Mun. It's actually one of those cans that if you open it, a snake pops out. Don't tell Overlord that.)

“Eep!“

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[Commander here. So, TF Fandom. So far you did not upset me. You’ve been one of the calmest fandoms I found myself into. Sure sure we have our 3/4 famous toxic shippings, but I know that people do not go bother others who do not share those particular shipping ideas. Everyone in this fandom, as much as I saw at least, is quite respectful of others. I saw mostly “you like this? Okay, I don’t. But it’s okay let’s not argue”. Not trying to force a point of view on others, stressing.   With exceptions. Clearly. We have our toxic fans. Every fandom has them. But they’re not so many. Maybe I’ve been mostly lucky encountering just two people who took something silly on a personal level. And even luckier that what they did hasn’t been biting back at me. Maybe this fandom is hell to someone else. But so far, uhm, thank you to the fandom for being calm.]

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Trepan nodded slowly and approached her, garbbing a datapad as he moved forward, humming as he typed, to communicate to her “How is the training going?” he wrote on the the screen he turned for her to see.    

"You've been very busy doc. How are you feeling?"

Overlord was recharging in his chair. Legs on the console. Thank Unicron and Primus both they were not travellng now. Trepan crossed his arms and turned away from his pink disaster. His. He pointed at him and sighed.  “dealing with him“ he meant. But he was not angry. At all, he looked more amused. So... he was more than alright.

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«Commander what-» [Shut up, I hate Tarn] «...nobody’s even talking about him» [I fucking hate him! He’s such a ... Fucker I FUCKing--] We’ll be back shortly.

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cybertronian-gutterpunk

Breakout spun the gun in his hand and returned it to the magnet on his hip that functioned as a makeshift holster. He patted it twice, to make sure that it was securely in place and lied chest down on the ground, right next to the hole.

A small cloud of dust rose from the ground as he dragged himself closer to the cliff and extended both of his arms, for Overlord to grab onto.

“Grab my hand!” he yelled, leaning closer to the edge.

Judging from the energon what was once more trickling down Overlord’s shoulder, the injury didn’t seem that severe to him. The mech was quite obviously in pain, but Breakout bet that he could help him patch it up if he managed to get him out of the hole.

He was no trained medic by any means. He only knew very basic first aid and the only tools that he had were from a small first aid kid that he always carried with him.

If he couldn’t comfort him, he could at least stuff his wound with gauze to stop the bleeding. Not that it would be pleasant, but it’d at least stop him from bleeding out for now.

“Com'on!” he insisted

Overlord could probably patch himself up after, wannabe medic here. Ah if only the war never started maybe he could have actually finished the studies. Not that the senate would have ever allowed hi to be a medic of course, but he did learn a lot from real medics during the war. Hook was good and so was Flatline. So, patching up the shoulder injury, even if a bit roughly shouldn’t have been too complicated.

Still it hurt. And even if he had to deal with worse pain during fights, well it didn’t mean a thing. It still hurt. He wasn’t immune to things.

«Well... give e a moment...» was he going to drag that mech down with himself? Ah, hopefully not. He wasn’t light at all but please. give him a break already. And there it was. he managed to grab against the mech’s softer plating of his servo. Not too tight, so he carefully reduced the strength to avoid bending the metal. He didn’t want to hurt him by accident. Wouldn’t help. Really. Overlord needed to be very careful about how he behaved. His blue counterpart did not make things easy for him. everyone thinking he was crazy, loving to hurt people for fun. So... yes, he really really needed to be careful. 

🗜

Send a symbol for your muse to find mine stuck in a trap.

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Frag.

This situation was slag and Overlord had no other way to describe it! How much he hated these situations… ah yes because guess what? It was not the first fragging time he found himself stuck somewhere. Won’t be his last neither considering his luck.

Oh hey, he hoped it wouldn’t be the last. Please? He was… too soft to die like that. Because of some sort of trap- or whoever made it.

He had no idea where he was neither. He didn’t remember clearly… he went somewhere he didn’t recognize, then the floor just disappeared and now he was in a hole, with walls that immediately caught him by pressing against him. And he couldn’t move. He couldn’t transform. He was … where the slag was he? «l-let e out… please, I promise I am not aggressive. » frag this situation sucked.

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cybertronian-gutterpunk

“You want me to shoot you?“

Normally, Breakout would have absolutely no qualms about shooting someone like Overlord. He’d seize the first chance to do it, no matter how small his margin for success was. Sometimes he daydreamed about emptying his magazines on the mechs helm and standing in front of him until the dust had settled in order to see from upclose the damage that he had done and make sure that he was dead and that he was going to remain that way.

He felt almost disgusted with himself for pitying the pink mech. He couldn’t believe that he was experiencing sympathy for him and that he had trouble pulling the trigger despite that he himself had instructed him to.

Despite the confusion, Overlord’s comment about not being happy about being shot the first time around made Breakout smirk a little.

“Whatever you want“ he murmured and aimed his gun exactly were the pink  mech had instructed him “Deep breath, don’t move.“

He counted down from three inside his helm before he pulled the trigger.

Sounded like something medical. That “deep breath” thing. Oh well okay, okay. when the gun fired and hit the shoulder again, my, if it hurt. Overlord grit his denta and hissed. It was never nice to be shot again where there was already an injury. It felt like his shoulder just broke something important. The lines bursted and he felt another trail of energon trickling down. However, that joint was pulled loose from his shoulder and could indeed allow him to push the whole arm backwards. Twisting unnaturally but he could do it. The splattered energon on the wall also managed to let him move more easily, sliding his arm. Problem was… it hurt. A lot. He groaned and offline his optics. Frag… He was going to have to fix this ass soon as he got out. «Ow…» he huffed, arm finally reaching up, servo reaching up. He was shaking from wrist to the shoulder, not really able to concentrate the arm to keep still and rigid after that effort. «Done, I.. I did it. Can … you help me out now please?»

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Send a symbol for your muse to find mine stuck in a trap.

—

Frag.

This situation was slag and Overlord had no other way to describe it! How much he hated these situations… ah yes because guess what? It was not the first fragging time he found himself stuck somewhere. Won’t be his last neither considering his luck.

Oh hey, he hoped it wouldn’t be the last. Please? He was… too soft to die like that. Because of some sort of trap- or whoever made it.

He had no idea where he was neither. He didn’t remember clearly… he went somewhere he didn’t recognize, then the floor just disappeared and now he was in a hole, with walls that immediately caught him by pressing against him. And he couldn’t move. He couldn’t transform. He was … where the slag was he? «l-let e out… please, I promise I am not aggressive. » frag this situation sucked.

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cybertronian-gutterpunk

Breakout’s antennas shivered at the thought of the sky becoming blood pink at dawn. Overlord seemed genuinely unfazed by it, so he assumed that this was indeed a daily occurence on his own version of Cybertron.

To say that Overlord’s neon pink paintjob was similar to the color of actual energon would be an understatement, but the big mech was actually making a point.

It wasn’t the first time he’d heard of mechs using that color for tactic reasons. He’d already met and even befriended a blood pink Decepticon from another verse, who had explained to him that he wore the bright pink paintjob for the exact same reasons.

The color hid injuries and uncontrolable bleeding, it directed attention away from weaker targets and therefore, it kept morale high for the rest of the team. There was some logic behind the decision to change your paintjob to blood pink, especially if you were at the size of a mech like Overlord over there.

Breakout watched as the pink mech slowly grew increasingly uncomfortable listening to his descriptions of cruelty that his own universe’s Overlord had inflicted on other during his three year reign over Garrus 9. His disgust and discomfort seemed.

He kneeled on the edge of the cliff and placed his gun in its holster. He leaned over the edge and looked inside the hole.

“I think I believe you.“ he said, brightening his headlights, trying to find a way to get the mech unstuck “I… I’ll get you outta here. And then you’ll.. I don’t know. We’ll find a deal to strike.“

“What can you move? Is there any chance that you could grab my hand?“

Did that talk about energon pink help? Was that it? Who knows, point was that now Overlord felt quite relieved about how that mech up there seemed to consider him. Alright. So... now to get out. Overlord tried once again to move his arms. And... the injured shoulder did not want to cooperate earlier, now it was hurting it cooperated even less. 

«No I’m stuck I can’t move--» he tried anyway and growled as the stinging hit him a bit stronger «Ouch!» Okay maybe... maybe he had some kind of idea but... it was gong to keep hurting. Well, still better than staying closed in such a place. «Look uh.. I could twist my arm backwards. Can you like... hmm... I don’t know, hit my shoulder again? In the seam-» he probably sounded like a masochist or an idiot. Let’s.. let’s hurry to explain please «The thing-joint keeping my arm from twisting backwards seems to be a bit loose after that shot, if you make it get out of the way I could move my arm up» He huffed and shook the helm «Guess you could... shoot again-? Aimed a bit better-- Not gonna hold grudges, promise! I’m the one asking this time around- still not happy about the first tho!»

Nope. Nu-uh. Even if he kinda... gave him the idea how to raise his arm to reach out.

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Send a symbol for your muse to find mine stuck in a trap.

—

Frag.

This situation was slag and Overlord had no other way to describe it! How much he hated these situations… ah yes because guess what? It was not the first fragging time he found himself stuck somewhere. Won’t be his last neither considering his luck.

Oh hey, he hoped it wouldn’t be the last. Please? He was… too soft to die like that. Because of some sort of trap- or whoever made it.

He had no idea where he was neither. He didn’t remember clearly… he went somewhere he didn’t recognize, then the floor just disappeared and now he was in a hole, with walls that immediately caught him by pressing against him. And he couldn’t move. He couldn’t transform. He was … where the slag was he? «l-let e out… please, I promise I am not aggressive. » frag this situation sucked.

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"You've been very busy doc. How are you feeling?"

Overlord was recharging in his chair. Legs on the console. Thank Unicron and Primus both they were not travellng now. Trepan crossed his arms and turned away from his pink disaster. His. He pointed at him and sighed.  “dealing with him“ he meant. But he was not angry. At all, he looked more amused. So... he was more than alright.

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If you call pedophilia a kink please unfollow me and never talk to me again

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Nauseated. Overlord felt his tank no longer capable to keep down the fuel he ingested not too long ago and that was still being processed. His denta pressed together and air gulped down to force his system not to make him purge. His laugh... that cruel awful laugh that made him feel insignificant and absolutely pathetic. And he was still getting closer saying things that... oh frag. This wasn’t happening. It wasn’t! Please let this all be a terribly realistic hallucination. He would prefer to be unconscious and have some weird machine being tested on his brain module without his consent than being in this situation for real.

When Prime reached over to touch him, Overlord shuddered violently and pressed himself harder against the wall and hissed. Physical contact had him reacting out of panic. He was holding a servo still on his leg, nothing painful... but his body registered pain, danger. «G-get away from me! » he raised his arm and shoved his palm against the mech’s chassis, wrist gun sliding out, muzzle pressed on metal. His blue optics open wide with fear. Arm shaking. He could shoot him. He ... could. But he wasn’t confident. He was afraid. This was... a monster. And he had his hand still against his leg. It did not help so much to know he had a gun pointed at him now. But it certainldid... something. His ember was swirling in his chest expecting to get injured. His brain... trying to regster to what was happening. Oh he felt like crying. And... yes, as the shaky arm kept Prime from moving even closer with his gun pressed against him, he did feel his optics getting humid with coolant.

He... did not want to die. And his ember seemed certain to be close to getting extinguished today.

"Knock! Kno~hock!! Are you there, little Coward?"

No. no way, No. NO.This was not Optimus Prime, it was not him yelling at him, it was not. Had to be someone else’s voice, similar enough to sound like his. As deep as his.

OH even more important… Overlord was absolutely not there. No, he wasn’t.Coward-? Yes, maybe. MAYBE. Being a Phase Sixer with an endoskelton infused with Ununtrium meant nothing, NOTHING if the Prime was the one facing you.

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sgoptimusprime

The spectacle that took place right before the Prime was either too sad or too entertaining. A ‘Mech, significantly larger than the Prime itself, sat against the wall, trembling and terrified. Optimus didn’t know whether to feel sorry or laugh heartily about it. One thing was certain, it was very amusing.

“No?” Optimus asked again and looked questioningly at the larger 'Mech. Was that the only thing he got? After he sang so beautifully and created an eerie atmosphere? That was really disappointing. “If you’re not afraid, why are you shaking like that?” Optimus grinned and got closer to the big 'Mech. So that he could almost touch it.

He was afraid, he very much afraid to be completely honest yes, that no came out by itself and it was a huge lie. Seriously what the frag- with all the things he could say!

Yes... it might have resulted ridiculous. A huge mech like him. Shaking in fear. But one had to be a complete idiot not to fear the Prime. And also... he saw what he has done. Not himself personally perhaps. But he knew who Prime kept in Iacon. On the walls. All those poor mechs. He had to fight back. He had to. But how could one feel confident to fight against the leader of the opposing faction, coming out of nowhere to hunt him down like this-! «I-I...» There was only one other mech who terrified him so much. Only one. And the Prime probably taught him so well... so much that Overlord found himself literally frozen in fear «Don’t...! F-frag! S-stay back!» He was.. just like the Warden.

"Knock! Kno~hock!! Are you there, little Coward?"

No. no way, No. NO.This was not Optimus Prime, it was not him yelling at him, it was not. Had to be someone else’s voice, similar enough to sound like his. As deep as his.

OH even more important… Overlord was absolutely not there. No, he wasn’t.Coward-? Yes, maybe. MAYBE. Being a Phase Sixer with an endoskelton infused with Ununtrium meant nothing, NOTHING if the Prime was the one facing you.

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sgoptimusprime

“Come out, come out wherever you are~” Prime repeated his words. He pulled out his hand, which looked more like a claw, and also scratched the metal wall. There was an eerie squeaking noise that echoed through the alleys. “Eckstein, Eckstein… Everything must be hidden~” Optimus was in a playful mood. In a bloody playful mood.

He got closer to Overlord and it wasn’t long before he found the big Decepticon with his back to the wall and a visible panic. The Prime grinned amusingly. “Oh Dorki… Still so scared? I haven’t even started yet~” It was more like a loving singsong that Optimus uttered. He’d made up his mind to visit every Decepticon and Autobot anyway.

This was a... a nightmare. Wasn’t it? He must have been recharging and feeling bad because of some bad wound and began to panic and have terrible visions. However... he was smart enough to know this was real.  That voice. That... voice- singing and approaching, getting closer and really- really Overlord could do nothing to teleport himself out of the situation he found himself into.  He could do nothing to get out, out of this closed space, this stupid storage. 

And there he was. there he was, frag. And people told him he was the color of energon. What about the Prime’s armor then?! He looked like he was also drenched in energon. A... a darker shade. Overlord for a moment wondered if the mech’s armor’s original color was different or became like that after he never cleaned off his poor victim’s energon. He was shorter than Overlord, but that didn’t make him less terrifying. He... couldn’t even say anything- this was Optimus Prime for frag sake! What could one like him do in such a situation?! He had to fight. Clearly- but he was... petrified. «No» that was the only word he even managed to let out.

"Knock! Kno~hock!! Are you there, little Coward?"

No. no way, No. NO. This was not Optimus Prime, it was not him yelling at him, it was not. Had to be someone else’s voice, similar enough to sound like his. As deep as his.

OH even more important... Overlord was absolutely not there. No, he wasn’t. Coward-?  Yes, maybe.  MAYBE. Being a Phase Sixer with an endoskelton infused with Ununtrium meant nothing, NOTHING if the Prime was the one facing you.

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There were times Overlord felt like his frame was too small. Crazy, yes. It was one absurd feeling that didn’t seem to have sense. He was already huge, and yet it happened. Some other times he felt too big and wished to be smaller.  Now that made more sense, since constructed mechs rarely felt completely fine with the body assigned.  Right now however, the shape and kind of body did not feel too big because of some psychological discomfort at all. He felt too big because he just wanted to hide inside a wall and get away from the Prime as stelthy and quietly as possible.  All he could do now was pressing his back against the wall and carefully slide away, further from this voice. A voice... that would have made the bravest Cybertronian feel their energon freezing in the lines. He was... he was not confronting this mech. 

"Knock! Kno~hock!! Are you there, little Coward?"

No. no way, No. NO. This was not Optimus Prime, it was not him yelling at him, it was not. Had to be someone else’s voice, similar enough to sound like his. As deep as his.

OH even more important... Overlord was absolutely not there. No, he wasn’t. Coward-?  Yes, maybe.  MAYBE. Being a Phase Sixer with an endoskelton infused with Ununtrium meant nothing, NOTHING if the Prime was the one facing you.

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A basket of energon-flavoured eggs are left behind for Overlord to find. A bright cluster of purple, pink and blue with decorative glyphs over the surface of each egg. 'Made by Skywarp' is scrawled along one. 'Pink-Con-Dude' on another (Soundwave, probably) & 'Stay safe' in Starscream's neat script. Megatron's egg holds no message, simply glyphs of affection and protection, but a longer note is attached. "Happy Holidays, my friend, I hope you and your team enjoy the snacks. <3"

Really, there were times Overlord could remember that being a Decepticon, was the best thing ever.  He felt so... happy, so full of joy and all warm in the ember chamber. He was definitely going to squeeze everyone in a hug as soon as he met them.  «I’m one happy Pink con dude indeed! » There were moments he also felt like there was no war going on at all. Felt... so good. «I love you all» and the note was being hugged right now.

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ask-tf-techbug

Techbug: that’s true I don’t really know what happened but I have heard about it, overLord is actually a topic none of us really want to speak about…. But are overlord is actually blue and menacing… ((Lol with plump gorgeous lips)) but this overlord, it’s a bit saddened to know that he went through so much… Someone has gentle and that’s kind of him shouldn’t go through something like that…*he looked over at the doctor.* I see, he’s very territorial over overlord, but advice has the mind of a child there’s no way he wants more then just a sire.

Vice: want you as a mate? No, no… I don’t even know if I can feel that.. I mean I never tried.. but no.. I don’t want a mate. *He cuddled over lord, he was very confused considering he just got these new emotions so he doesn’t really know how to deal with them yet. His mind was far away from any type of deep love that wasn’t parental guidance.“ @overdorklord

Stalker just shrugged and turned around to the door. «Just give the Doc some time to accept Vice.» he huffed «He had less trouble accepting Overlord’s son became of him looking effectively like a protoform» Yes. There was Echo. Echo was... adult, but also quite young. He developed in a weird way. «He comes from your world too apprently, or something similar. He was a protoform and developed into an adult frame. Now he sees this already adult frame here...» He had to understand this “adult” was no adult at all.

«Look, he won’t hurt you. I do not let anyone hurt each other over something like this» the pink Sixer huffed and stared over at the door. Yes he was not a father figure towards everyone. Echo and vice right now. Others only saw him as an important figure anyway. Like the young ones out there in the larger room. Vice was probably going to get used to have Overlord needing to take care after others too. even stressed soldiers who walked up to him and broke down. Those, Overlord usually ended up understanding they needed to be sent away. G-9 held too many cruel memories for some. They wanted to stay and prove they could deal with it. But really some really needed to go back to Cybertron and stay away from a place like this. They were afraid to leave and feel like they were betraying him. and it was his task to understand it, comfort them and explain he didn’t feel betrayed if they wanted to go. «People need affection. Older or as young as you. And I’m in charge of everyone. I have to protect and look after everyone. Being a leader doesn’t mean just giving orders. It means to take care of those who follow you. »

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*Techbug manage to get wound during one of the team's fight with the decepticons, the young Orange mech pressed a servo to his wounds to try to stop the bleeding when a alert started to go off in his helm. He hissed under his breath as he took off running the vehcon running behind him, he need to get out if there but how? His wings were damaged and his teammates for scattered. This wasn't good, he told himself as the vehicon fired shots after shot not giving Techbug any time to use his ability or weapon. Up ahead Techbug could see a Grand bridge opening up and as they draw close to it the vehicle jumped on the orange Mech making both of them tumbles straight through the Grand bridge.*

*Oh the other side, Techbug and the vehicon made quite the noise as they fought each other. Tech did manage to use his ability to shut down the con, breathing heavily tech sat down near the con before looking around.*