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๐“ฆ๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ฝ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ท ๐“ซ๐”‚ ๐“‘๐“ต๐“พ๐“ฎ๐“ฌ๐“ต๐“ช๐”€_๐“๐“ฒ๐“ฐ๐“ฑ๐“ฝ๐“ฏ๐“พ๐“ป๐“ป๐”‚
๐“‘๐“ฒ๐“ฐ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ด๐“ผ ๐“ฝ๐“ธ @in1-nutshell ๐“ฏ๐“ธ๐“ป ๐“ซ๐“ฎ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“ถ๐”‚ ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ผ๐“น๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ช๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ธ๐“ท ๐“ฝ๐“ธ ๐”€๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ผ ๐“ผ๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ป๐”‚ ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ญ ๐“˜ ๐“ด๐“ท๐“ธ๐”€ ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ฟ๐“ฎ ๐”€๐“ช๐“ฒ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ญ ๐“บ๐“พ๐“ฒ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ ๐“ช ๐”€๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ต๐“ฎ ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ผ๐“ธ ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ฎ ๐“ฒ๐“ผ ๐“ถ๐”‚ ๐“ฏ๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ผ๐“ฝ ๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“น๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป ๐“ธ๐“ฏ ๐“ถ๐”‚ ๐“ผ๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ป๐”‚
๐™ฑ๐šŽ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐šŽ ๐š๐š’๐š–๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š๐šŠ๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐šž๐š‹๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŽ ๐š”๐š—๐š˜๐š  ๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š’๐š ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š–. ๐™พ๐š—๐š•๐šข ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š’๐š ๐š‘๐š˜๐š•๐š๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š™๐š˜๐š ๐šŽ๐š› ๐š๐š˜ ๐šŒ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š•๐š๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š’๐š•๐š• ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š– ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š•๐š’๐š๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š’๐šœ ๐š‘๐š˜๐š  ๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š›๐šŠ๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š‹๐š˜๐š›๐š—. ๐™ฐ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐šŠ ๐š๐š’๐š–๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŽ ๐š•๐š’๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š ๐š’๐š— ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š›๐š–๐š˜๐š—๐šข ๐š‹๐šž๐š ๐š•๐š’๐š”๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š•๐š• ๐š๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š ๐š™๐š˜๐š ๐šŽ๐š›, ๐šœ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š’๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐š๐š˜๐š˜๐š, ๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐š’๐š•.
๐™ฐ๐š—๐š ๐šœ๐š˜ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š๐šŠ๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐š›, ๐šŠ ๐š ๐šŠ๐š› ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š›๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š™๐š•๐šŠ๐š—๐šŽ๐š ๐šž๐š—๐š๐š’๐š• ๐š’๐š ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š—๐šœ๐šž๐š–๐šŽ๐š ๐š‹๐šข ๐š๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐š‘ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šŒ๐šž๐š‹๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š•๐š˜๐šœ๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐šŠ๐š› ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š˜๐š ๐šœ๐š™๐šŠ๐šŒ๐šŽ. ๐š†๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š›๐š˜๐šœ๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐šŠ๐š•๐šŠ๐šก๐šข, ๐š‘๐š˜๐š™๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š’๐š๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š›๐šŽ๐š‹๐šž๐š’๐š•๐š ๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š‹๐š›๐š˜๐š”๐šŽ๐š— ๐š‘๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ, ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŒ๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šข ๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐š› ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šข ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š•๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š“๐šž๐šœ๐š ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š— ๐šŠ๐š•๐š• ๐š‘๐š˜๐š™๐šŽ ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š–๐šŽ๐š ๐š•๐š˜๐šœ๐š, ๐š–๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š ๐šŠ ๐š—๐šŽ๐š  ๐š๐š’๐šœ๐šŒ๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šข ๐š๐š›๐šŽ๐š  ๐šž๐šœ ๐š๐š˜ ๐šŠ๐š— ๐šž๐š—๐š”๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š— ๐š™๐š•๐šŠ๐š—๐šŽ๐š ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐šŽ๐š ๐™ด๐šŠ๐š›๐š๐š‘.
๐™ฑ๐šž๐š ๐š ๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š•๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐šข ๐š๐š˜๐š˜ ๐š•๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ
The concept of Honor and Power
Chapter 0: Isekai'd
*๐šŒ๐šž๐š›๐š›๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐š•๐šข ๐š’๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š–๐š’๐š๐š๐š•๐šŽ ๐™ด๐šŠ๐šœ๐š (๐šœ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š’๐š— ๐™ฐ๐š–๐šŽ๐š›๐š’๐šŒ๐šŠ ๐™ธ ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š”) ๐šŠ ๐š–๐š’๐š•๐š’๐š๐šŠ๐š›๐šข ๐šŠ๐š’๐š›๐šŒ๐š›๐šŠ๐š๐š ๐š๐š’๐š•๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‘๐š˜๐š ๐š๐šŽ๐šœ๐šŽ๐š›๐š ๐šœ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐šœ๐š˜๐š•๐š๐š’๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š—๐šก๐š’๐š˜๐šž๐šœ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š‘๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š’๐š› ๐š๐šŠ๐š–๐š’๐š•๐š’๐šŽ๐šœ*
๐™ต๐š’๐š: ๐š˜๐š‘ ๐š๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š’๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š–๐š˜๐š—๐š๐š‘๐šœ ๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐šœ, ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š—'๐š ๐š ๐šŠ๐š’๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐šŠ ๐š•๐š’๐š๐š๐š•๐šŽ ๐š๐šŠ๐šœ๐š๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š ๐š‘๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ. ๐™ฐ ๐š™๐š•๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ of ๐š–๐šŠ๐š–๐šŠ'๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐š’๐š๐šŠ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐šŽฬ€๐š๐š˜๐šž๐š๐š๐šŽฬ€๐šŽ
๐™ด๐š™๐š™'๐šœ: ๐šข๐š˜๐šž'๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š— ๐š๐šŠ๐š•๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŠ๐š‹๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐š‹๐šŠ๐š›๐š‹๐šŽ๐šŒ๐šž๐šŽ๐š ๐™ถ๐šŠ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šŒ๐š›๐š’๐šŒ๐š”๐šŽ๐š๐šœ ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š•๐šŠ๐šœ๐š ๐š๐š ๐š˜ ๐š ๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š”๐šœ. ๐™ธ'๐š– ๐š—๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐š๐š˜๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š–๐šŠ๐š–๐šŠ'๐šœ ๐š‘๐š˜๐šž๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š๐š’๐š. ๐™ธ ๐š™๐š›๐š˜๐š–๐š’๐šœ๐šŽ
๐™ต๐š’๐š: ๐š‹๐šž๐š ๐š‹๐š˜๐š‹๐š‹๐šข, ๐š‹๐š˜๐š‹๐š‹๐šข '๐š๐šŠ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š”๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š— ๐š๐š˜ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š–๐š˜๐šœ๐š ๐šœ๐šž๐šŒ๐šŒ๐šž๐š•๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐š–๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š
๐™ด๐š™๐š™๐šœ: ๐™ธ ๐šž๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐š—๐š
๐™ต๐š’๐š:*๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐š›๐š๐šœ ๐šœ๐š™๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š‚๐š™๐šŠ๐š—๐š’๐šœ๐š‘*
๐™ด๐š™๐š™๐šœ: *๐š–๐š’๐š–๐š’๐šŒ๐šœ ๐š‘๐š’๐š–* ๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐š•๐š’๐šœ๐š‘ ๐š™๐š•๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šœ๐šŽ ๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐š•๐š’๐šœ๐š‘
๐™ป๐šŽ๐š—๐š—๐š˜๐šก: ๐š๐š’๐š ๐™ธ ๐š–๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š—, ๐š‘๐š˜๐š  ๐š–๐šŠ๐š—๐šข ๐š๐š’๐š–๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŽ... ๐š†๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐š—'๐š ๐šœ๐š™๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š” ๐š‚๐š™๐šŠ๐š—๐š’๐šœ๐š‘. ๐™ธ ๐š๐š˜๐š•๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š
๐™ต๐š’๐š: ๐š ๐š‘๐šข ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š˜๐š๐š๐šŠ ๐š›๐šž๐š’๐š— ๐š’๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐š–๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š—? ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š'๐šœ ๐š–๐šข ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐š’๐š๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ *๐š‹๐šŽ๐š๐š’๐š—๐šœ ๐šœ๐š™๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š‚๐š™๐šŠ๐š—๐š’๐šœ๐š‘ ๐šŠ๐š๐šŠ๐š’๐š—*
๐™ต๐š’๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š๐šž๐š— ๐šœ๐š™๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š’๐š— ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š—๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐š—๐š๐šž๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š—๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š๐šŠ๐š’๐š— ๐š–๐š˜๐šœ๐š ๐š•๐š’๐š”๐šŽ๐š•๐šข ๐šŽ๐šก๐š™๐š•๐šŠ๐š’๐š—๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ๐š›๐šŠ๐š๐šœ ๐š ๐š‘๐šข ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š›๐šŽ๐š๐šž๐šœ๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š“๐šž๐šœ๐š ๐šœ๐š™๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š” ๐™ด๐š—๐š๐š•๐š’๐šœ๐š‘ ๐šŠ๐š›๐š˜๐šž๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š– ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐š˜๐šž๐š๐š‘ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐šข ๐š๐š˜๐š—'๐š ๐šž๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐š–
๐™ป๐šŽ๐š—๐š—๐š˜๐šก: ๐™ถ๐š˜ ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š‚๐š™๐šŠ๐š—๐š’๐šœ๐š‘ ๐š˜๐š› ๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›
๐š‚๐š˜๐š•๐š๐š’๐šŽ๐š›: ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šข ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐šž๐šข๐šœ ๐š›๐šŽ๐š–๐šŽ๐š–๐š‹๐šŽ๐š› ๐š ๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š”๐šŽ๐š—๐š'๐šœ ๐š‘๐šž๐š‘? ๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‚๐š˜๐šก ๐šŠ๐š ๐™ต๐šŽ๐š—๐šŠ๐š ๐šŠ๐šข, ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š•๐š ๐š‘๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šŠ ๐š๐š•๐šŠ๐š ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š›
๐™ต๐š’๐š: ๐š™๐šŽ๐š›๐š๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š ๐š๐šŠ๐šข ๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐šŠ๐š‹๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š™๐š๐šŠ๐š’๐š—? ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š˜๐š ๐šŠ ๐š™๐šŽ๐š›๐š๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š ๐š๐šŠ๐šข?
๐™ป๐šŽ๐š—๐š—๐š˜๐šก ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐š›๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐šŒ๐š‘๐šž๐šŒ๐š”๐š•๐šŽ๐š ๐šŠ๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š›๐šŽ๐šœ๐š™๐š˜๐š—๐šœ๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐š– ๐šœ๐š ๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šŠ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐šŠ๐š‹๐š•๐šŽ ๐™ป๐šŽ๐š—๐š—๐š˜๐šก ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š•๐šŠ๐šž๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š ๐šŠ ๐š•๐š’๐š๐š๐š•๐šŽ ๐š‹๐š’๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š•๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š– ๐šŠ๐š•๐š• ๐š๐š˜ ๐šœ๐š‘๐šž๐š ๐šž๐š™. ๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š•๐š’๐šŒ๐š˜๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š๐š’๐š—๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐šข ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š ๐š‹๐šŠ๐šœ๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š•๐š• ๐šœ๐š˜๐š•๐š๐š’๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ ๐š•๐šŽ๐š๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š’๐š›๐šŒ๐š›๐šŠ๐š๐š ๐š๐š‘๐š›๐š˜๐šž๐š๐š‘ ๐š’๐š๐šœ ๐šŽ๐šก๐š’๐š ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šข๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š๐šŠ๐š— ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š’๐š› ๐šš๐šž๐šŠ๐š›๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ, ๐šœ๐š˜๐š•๐š๐š’๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ ๐š ๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐šœ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ๐š ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šข๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šŠ๐šœ๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ ๐š™๐š•๐šŠ๐šข๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐šŠ๐š–๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐š•๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ ๐šœ๐šŠ๐š ๐š’๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š’๐š› ๐š–๐š’๐š—๐š’ ๐š™๐š˜๐š˜๐š•๐šœ ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š˜๐š•๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š–๐šœ๐šŽ๐š•๐šŸ๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š˜๐š๐š ๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š– ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐š›๐š’๐š‹๐š•๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š.
๐™ด๐š™๐š™'๐šœ: ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šข, ๐šŠ๐š—๐šข ๐š˜๐š ๐šข'๐šŠ๐š•๐š• ๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š  ๐šœ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐šœ ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐š˜๐šž๐š›๐š ๐š–๐šŠ๐š—
๐™ด๐š™๐š™'๐šœ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐šŠ๐š•๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐šข ๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š˜๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šŠ๐šœ๐š”๐šŽ๐š๐š‹๐šŠ๐š•๐š• ๐šŒ๐š˜๐šž๐š›๐š ๐š™๐š•๐šŠ๐šข๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ ๐š—๐š˜๐š  ๐š๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š˜๐š™๐š™๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ๐š—๐š
๐™ด๐š™๐š™'๐šœ: ๐š ๐šŠ๐š๐šŒ๐š‘ ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐šŒ๐š›๐š˜๐šœ๐šœ๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐š‹๐šŠ๐š‹๐šข. ๐™ป๐š’๐š”๐šŽ ๐™น๐š˜๐š›๐š๐š˜๐š— ๐š’๐š— ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š™๐š›๐š’๐š–๐šŽ, ๐š™๐šž๐šœ๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐š›๐š˜๐šž๐š๐š‘ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š—๐š ๐š•๐š’๐š—๐šŽ
๐™ป๐šŽ๐š—๐š—๐š˜๐šก ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š— ๐šœ๐š’๐š๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š ๐š›๐š’๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šœ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š’๐š— ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š—๐š˜๐š๐šŽ๐š‹๐š˜๐š˜๐š” ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š— ๐šŠ ๐šœ๐š–๐šŠ๐š•๐š• ๐š‹๐š˜๐šข ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐šŽ๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐š–
๐™ฑ๐š˜๐šข: ๐™ป๐šŽ๐š—๐š—๐š˜๐šก!
๐™ป๐šŽ๐š—๐š—๐š˜๐šก: ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šข, ๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š˜๐š’๐š—๐š?
๐™ฑ๐š˜๐šข: ๐š ๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐š›?
๐™ป๐šŽ๐š—๐š—๐š˜๐šก: ๐šŠ๐š‘ ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š—๐š” ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š˜๐š—๐š—๐šŠ ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š•๐š™ ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›?
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๐š‚๐š˜๐š•๐š๐š’๐šŽ๐š›: ๐™ฒ๐š˜๐š•๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ๐š• ๐š‚๐š‘๐šŠ๐š›๐š™, ๐š ๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š— ๐š’๐š—๐š‹๐š˜๐šž๐š—๐š ๐šž๐š—๐š’๐š๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐š’๐š๐š’๐šŽ๐š ๐š’๐š—๐š๐š’๐š•๐š๐š›๐šŠ๐š๐š˜๐š›, ๐Ÿท๐Ÿถ ๐š–๐š’๐š•๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š˜๐šž๐š.
๐™ฒ๐š˜๐š•๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ๐š• ๐š‚๐š‘๐šŠ๐š›๐š™: ๐š„๐š—๐š’๐š๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐š’๐š๐š’๐šŽ๐š ๐šŠ๐š’๐š›๐šŒ๐š›๐šŠ๐š๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š’๐š— ๐š›๐šŽ๐šœ๐š๐š›๐š’๐šŒ๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š„๐š‚ ๐š–๐š’๐š•๐š’๐š๐šŠ๐š›๐šข ๐šŠ๐š’๐š› ๐šœ๐š™๐šŠ๐šŒ๐šŽ.
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๐™ฒ๐š˜๐š•๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ๐š• ๐š‚๐š‘๐šŠ๐š›๐š™: ๐™ฑ๐š˜๐š๐š’๐šŽ ๐š’๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š๐šœ ๐š๐šŽ๐š— ๐š–๐š’๐š•๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š˜๐šž๐š, ๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐šœ๐šš๐šž๐šŠ๐š ๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š
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๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š’๐š›๐š• ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š“๐šŽ๐š›๐š”๐šŽ๐š ๐š‹๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š” ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐š™๐š‘๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š’๐š ๐šœ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š— ๐š‹๐š›๐š˜๐šž๐š๐š‘๐š ๐š‹๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š” ๐š๐š˜ ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š•๐š’๐š๐šข ๐šš๐šž๐š’๐šŒ๐š”๐š•๐šข ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š•๐š’๐šฃ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐š—๐šŠ๐š–๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š— ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐šŽ๐š ๐šœ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šš๐šž๐š’๐šŒ๐š”๐š•๐šข ๐š›๐šŽ๐šœ๐š™๐š˜๐š—๐šœ๐šŽ๐š ๐š‹๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š”
๐™บ๐šŠ๐šข๐š•๐šŠ: ๐šข๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š–๐šŠ!
๐™ผ๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›: ๐™บ๐šŠ๐šข๐š•๐šŠ!
๐™บ๐šŠ๐šข๐š•๐šŠ: ๐šข๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š–๐š˜๐š–๐š–๐šข!!
๐™ผ๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›: ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ please!
Kayla had let out an annoyed sigh as she paused the video and left her room to go to her mother. 'What does she need for now I'm tryna enjoy a movie here!!' she taught to her self passing through the kitchen and making her way too the living room she found her mother and now standing before her mother she answered
Kayla: yeah ma?
Kayla's mother: I need to go to the shop for me
Kayla had nodded her head and listened to her mother's instructions on the necessary things she needed to buy her mother had also instructed her to buy the items quickly since it was getting late and school was starting the after tomorrow. Kayla entire happy mood got destroyed literally one moment she came out of her room all jolly and happy, ready to go buy some stuff for her mom and then boom 'sChOOl iS a dAy afTeR toMoRrOw' if Kayla could break down in tears in front of her mother she would have done it long time.
1:30pm
Children hurriedly leave their classroom as the bell just rang signaling the end of the day. Kayla scrunches her face out of disgust as she leaves the EDPN lab, the heat from outside hits her like a damn roller coaster and she hated it, sometimes she wished she lived in the EDPN lab with its lovely air conditioning but life was unfair, expensive and it fucking sucks. Worst of all Kayla lives on an island called Antigua that happens to be close to the equator she the loves the place truly with its lovely sanding beaches, nice cuisine and lovely carnival she is not from the island but she loves the place but why it gotta be close to the equator just why!? She sighs tomorrow she won't be returning to school cause she is going on study leave why? you ask cause she got CXC a big big Exam in the Caribbean that determines every secondary schooler/high schooler life.
Kayla has already failed twice she can't fail now truthfully with those horrendous grades she got a few years ago she doesn't even know how she hadn't repeated a grade guess the teachers favor her. She quickly made her way down the stairs to the quadrangle, catching up to her friends chrisstte and lillyanne and the others. As Kayla and her friends walked through some one had had called out to her .
Stranger: Hey kid!
Kayla: huh? *looking for the person*
Stranger: yeah you over there
Kayla: ?
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Truck-kun: ๐ˆ๐“'๐’ ๐“๐ˆ๐Œ๐„ ๐“๐Ž ๐†๐„๐“ ๐ˆ๐’๐„๐Š๐€๐ˆ'๐ƒ
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Kayla: ha?
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P.S
I think I did pretty well for the first chapter maybe a little bit too much dialogue but I will do better in the next chapter ๐Ÿ˜
And I know I'm kinda a lil late cause I was suppose to post this how long but here it is๐Ÿฅฒ
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dreamswaytoomuch ยท 9 months ago
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Fanart for @in1-nutshell
After reading the concept of Buddy from another dimension being sent to the lost light, I just had to draw em :D
(Chose Swerve and Tailgate bc I thought they're perfect in this scenario-)
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Love your work btw!
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swiftyangx12 ยท 5 months ago
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๐Ÿค–Confrontationโญ๏ธ
Transformers Animated x Captain America![Reader]
[Synopsis]: After coming back from an errand run with Bumblebee and Sari, Captain [Y/N] โ€œBuddyโ€ [L/N] witnesses Optimus being berated by Sentinel who came to Earth for some orders. The Leader of the Avengers didnโ€™t like the whole ordeal theyโ€™re watching so they step in to shield Prime away from unnecessary drama.
[Gender Neutral]
[PLATONIC]
[WARNING]: Nothing much, except for a phrase involving the B-word and S-word at the end.
[Inspiration]: Credits to @in1-nutshell for their fun writing. (Hi! I was the anon who requested the Captain America![Reader] with the TFA cast.)
[(A/N)]: The author Iโ€™m basing off of their work uses โ€œBuddyโ€ as a placement for the readers until they come up with an official name, depends on the requests they received. So, I thought of using this aspect by making it as the readerโ€™s nickname in this piece. Like Bucky Barnes from the Marvel franchise.
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[Bumblebee, Sari and Captain [L/N] had came back to the Plant after an errand run. The three stepped inside only to witness Optimus being talked down by the most unlikable Elite Guard who just so happened to be assigned for some business on Earth.]
Captain [L/N]: Thatโ€™s the jerk who you guys told me about?
Bumblebee: Yeah, thatโ€™s Sentinel Prime. He and Boss-bot had history together back in their academy days.
Sari: He sounds much harsher than last time.
Captain [L/N]: I donโ€™t like what Iโ€™m seeing. *Marches over the two*
Bumblebee: Whoa whoa whoa! What are you doing?
Captain [L/N]: Putting this mech in his place.
[Then the captain approaches to Optimus and Sentinel.]
Captain [L/N]: Hey! *Throws their shield at Sentinel to get his attention*
Sentinel: *Gets knocked to his helm* Ow! Who threw that?!
Captain [L/N]: *Catches their shield as it bounced back* I did.
Bumblebee & Sari: *Awestruck* You have to teach us that.
Captain [L/N]: Now is not the best time, guys. Maybe later. Optimus, are you okay?
Optimus: Oh, Iโ€™m fine. You surprised us with that shield of yours.
Captain [L/N]: At least youโ€™re good. I need to have a word with this mech. Could you do me a favor?
[Optimus lifts Buddy up to Sentinelโ€™s optic level.]
Captain [L/N]: Thanks. *Clears their throat* Son, you need to stand down and listen.
Sentinel: Oh, I see. Youโ€™re the one organic with the shield helping this team. Why should I hear you out?
Optimus: *Looking at him with the โ€œYou better listen because they donโ€™t mess aroundโ€ type expression on his faceplate*
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Sentinel: *Groans* What?
Captain [L/N]: Do you know why youโ€™re given the Prime title? Because you believed you earned it, which you did. However, you should have used it wisely.
Sentinel: *Scoffs* Wisely? Of course Iโ€™m using it wisely. I got the title because I worked hard to earn it.
Captain [L/N]: Just because you gained it doesnโ€™t mean you can boast it around or use your position to abuse your colleagues, your subordinates, your comrades. It damages possible connections, plus you look like an aft-hole from that behavior of yours.
Sentinel: Hey, watch it. What do you know about positions, anyway?
Captain [L/N]: I earned mine back in my world during one of the great wars and became a leader of the Avengers. I use those titles to not just save civilians from danger, but also build better communication with my team and act accordingly with one another for a brighter future. As of what Iโ€™m witnessing here is you acting like someone with poor leadership skills.
Sentinel: Canโ€™t believe an organic is talking down on me.
Captain [L/N]: *In a stern commanding tone* What was that?
Sentinel: *Spooked a bit* Nothing! Itโ€™s just unbelievable Iโ€™m being lectured by a flesh-ridden organic. I mean, why is this happening? Why are you intruding my business with Optimus?
Captain [L/N]: Because I have the right in this situation. Iโ€™m captain since the 1940s, sacrificed myself to save my world, my home, the people I cared about andโ€ฆsomeone I didnโ€™t get the chance to dance withโ€ฆ
Sentinel: How old are you, exactly?
Captain [L/N]: โ€œThis son of a b*tchโ€ฆ๐Ÿ’ขโ€ Old enough to be someoneโ€™s grandparent, but thatโ€™s not the case. You need to stop belittling Optimus and his team since theyโ€™re doing you favors by foiling the Decepticonsโ€™ plans of destruction. Whereโ€™s your sorry aft when they risked their Sparks?
Bumblebee: Wow, theyโ€™re pulling in our words.
Sari: Buddy told me they were studying your vocabs during downtime. They thought itโ€™s easier for you guys to talk with each other.
Sentinel: Thatโ€™s becauseโ€ฆ
Captain [L/N]: There is no excuse to behave like that with anyone, especially to Optimus who even I can see potential in him.
Sentinel: *Struck his already fragile ego* Youโ€™re really going for that, huh?
Captain [L/N]: Not the first time I seen people with potentials greater than they assumed.
[As some time passed while Captain [L/N] lectures at Sentinel of what truly makes someone a great leader, they let a final saying towards the end.]
Captain [L/N]: One more note: Optimus Prime is a better leader than you. He and his team had fought the enemy countless times on Earth while your Elite Guards are busy dealing with Cybertron. He even cares about them and their well-beings as well as people on Earth. Donโ€™t ever talk down on him or anyone else. Youโ€™re dismissed.
[After the talk and Sentinel returned back to Cybertron, the young Prime approached to the captain.]
Optimus: Buddy, you didnโ€™t have to stand up for me. I can handle him.
Captain [L/N]: Optimus, I worked with people like him and nobody else stood up for me back in my day. I had to fight my own battles when my best friend wasnโ€™t around on time. Someone has to do whatโ€™s right by sticking together and not repeat the cycle.
Optimus: Iโ€™m sorry you went through that, Buddy.
Captain [L/N]: Itโ€™s all in the past so Iโ€™m okay. Youโ€™re a great leader, Prime. Donโ€™t forget that. And never mind the unnecessary comments Sentinel has said.
[Buddy then walks off and returns to Bumblebee and Sari.]
Bumblebee: Wow, you really talked him down..
Captain [L/N]: I thought the guy needed some humbling. Or what my friend, Peter explained back home.
Sari: Speaking of your friends, you got any more stories to tell?
Captain [L/N]: Thereโ€™s plenty to tell from my universe. One time when Bucky had to sneak outโ€ฆ
[Bonus Content!]
[Captain [L/N] teaching some of Team Prime how to throw a shield (or any weapon) like them.]
Sari: *Missed a target* Sh*t!
Captain [L/N]: Language!
Bumblebee: Use Slag next time.
Captain [L/N]: Again, language.
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๐Ÿค–[Reblogs help creators and creates more content!]โญ๏ธ
[A/N]: Make sure to check out Nutshellโ€™s work! (@in1-nutshell)
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mr-mxyzptlk-1940 ยท 4 months ago
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The background of this art is as follows: Captain Ace reads a newspaper covering Lex Luthor's election campaign.The captain immediately sees through his tricks and realizes that nothing good is coming out of this situation.
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sjhfjdjdn ยท 1 year ago
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May we get a reference sheet for the buddy daughter trios? CUZ I ADORE HOW YOU DRAW THEM ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ
Hellooooo! Thank you for asking this! I am sorry this took a long while, but I actualy did them! I tried to put a lot of details into them to really challange my artistic skills and just to see how closely I can make them look Canon, and here is the finis result!
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Also, for a bonus, I also design4d the newest Ultra Magnus daughter
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fireflyse ยท 9 months ago
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I drew what I thought wobbles looks and there habsuite. if they look wonky its because I'm not very good at drawing robots
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fandomcaseymix ยท 1 year ago
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So. Introducing an OC I created recently after reading some imagines. Special thanks to @in1-nutshell's works. Check out their blog, theyโ€™re really amazing!)
Okay. Let me introduce you...
๐ŸŽตPresenting the one and only...๐ŸŽต
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Aurora aka Rory the Griffin!
I love listening to songs on YT (the words above are from the song called "Grand Finale" from "Vivo"), you just can't imagine)
So, Aurora isn't her real name. Actually she's the human's soul that got isekai'd into the TFA's world as a little cute creature. She spent some time in the streets until she was found by Optimus. They clicked together and Prime named her Aurora because of the white star on her chestplate. He often calls her Rory and she really likes it. Aurora befriends Elita and Sentinel but she dislikes the latter a bit (she just doesn't like selfish people). Rory was the only friend left with Optimus after Archa 7 incident. She supported him through thick and thin.
Due to her being isekai'd, Aurora knows the events that occur in the original series. She decides to change the story by correcting them. I'll think about what she wants to change but I like her design)
P.S.: her appearance is organic there, hopefully I'll draw the cybertronian version when I have the time for it...
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cozycafemenu ยท 10 months ago
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HAPPY 4TH YALL
TAGLIST
@in1-nutshell @weenwrites @dragonridernoobie @spade-writes-things @optivsior
sorry I didnt post lol
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loo-looland ยท 15 days ago
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@in1-nutshell you gotta write something about this it's so cute ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ™
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I like to think that when they get startled, theyโ€™d instinctively transform into their alt modes like turtles or pangolins cuz theyโ€™re much more compact and sturdy and smaller targets ๐Ÿ˜Œ also maybe possibly I am secretly a sucker for bloominglegumesโ€™s jazterwave stuff so I wanted to make something with them too ๐Ÿ™„ but Iโ€™ll never tell. Also this is my first time drawing Jazz, so I hope itโ€™s good for the Jazz fans out there
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loo-looland ยท 8 months ago
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@in1-nutshell and others I would like to apologize that chapter 1 was supposed to be out today... Only to look inside my documents and IT'S FRAGGING GONE LIKE BRUH (โ‰–_โ‰–ย )
I already had a lot of things on my shoulders this week but this is too much!!! Dawg all my time, effort, blood, sweat and tears just went down the drain (๋ˆˆโ€ธ๋ˆˆ)
So until my brain is up and running properly again I will just be posting stuff with Kayla just being Kayla around the bots ๐Ÿ‘
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in1-nutshell ยท 6 months ago
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IN1-NUTSHELL DROP TFONE OPHELIA AND MY LIFE IS YOURS!!!!
Introducing TFONE Ophelia!
Hope you enjoy!
TF1 Version of Ophelia
SFW, Platonic, Familial, Mention of injury, Angst, Cybertronian reader
TF1
It was rare for a sparkling to end up down in the mines.
Most who did ended up running away or getting crushed.
The โ€˜luckierโ€™ ones were found by supervisors and taken away.
None of the miners ever saw them again.
But this one was special.
Not just because they were probably one of the smallest sparklings they had ever seen.
But because they had lifted up a full cart of energon over their helm and threw it.
The miners were vaguely aware that 1 percenters existed, but never actually seen one.
There was no telling what the supervisors would do.
For once, the miners agreed to keep the 1 percenter with them.
Maybe they would help out around when they got older and taller.
Strength was needed in the mines.
After a bit of babysitting, the sparkling finally found the bots she liked the most.
Two miners, D-16 and Orion Pax.
Well, more D-16, but Orion was always with him, so they were a package deal.
D does not know why the sparkling chose him, but he isnโ€™t complaining.
She could fit in his servo easy, adorable optics and the cutest smile he had ever seen.
Orion was also her favorite.
Orion was the bot who actively played with her.
It was a little rough for Dโ€™s liking.
D-16 walking into the hall. D-16: โ€œOrion I needโ€”PAX WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?โ€ The sparkling was on top of one of the higher bunks with Orion at the bottom with his servos ready to catch the sparkling if she fell. Orion: โ€œRelax D, sheโ€™s just a bit curious.โ€ D-16: โ€œThat does not explain why she is so high! Move Iโ€™m getting her!โ€ Orion grabs Dโ€™s shoulder. Orion: โ€œOpheliaโ€™s fine D, but you scaring her is going to make her fall.โ€ D-16: โ€œOphelia?โ€ Orion: โ€œYeah, I tried out some names while you were out. She seems to like that name. Isnโ€™t that right Ophelia!โ€ Opheliaโ€™s helm turned to the two bots and immediately starts chirping at them both happily. D-16: โ€œI was thinking on Maxima or Ironholdโ€ฆ but Ophelia does sound better.โ€ Orion puffs his chassis a bit with pride as he goes to pick up the sparkling and giving her to D. D-16 smiles at her. D-16: โ€œYou miss me, Ophelia?โ€ Ophelia: โ€œD!โ€ Both mechโ€™s jump at the sound. Orion: โ€œDid she justโ€ฆโ€ Ophelia: โ€œD! D! D!โ€ D-16 smiles even more, cuddling the sparkling closer to his chassis.
As the years passed by, Ophelia grew a bit before stopping shortly around their knee joints.
Safe to say it was official, Ophelia was a minibot.
As she grew older, she ended up persuading D, and Orion to let her help out with the mines.
She wanted to help.
Elita soon caught wind of this and immediately took the mini under her wing and squad.
Minibot or not, Ophelia was a 1 percenter and could help in big ways.
Ophelia ended up working with cargo placements and on the occasion helped with the entrance of tunnels collapsing.
Give the minibot a jetpack and a sturdy rock, she could stabilize the tunnelโ€™s entrance for almost a whole minute before crashing down.
D hated whenever she had those jobs.
Even more when supervisors ordered it and not Elita.
Elita at least understood that Ophelia had limitations, the guards couldnโ€™t care less.
Ophelia and D end up teaming up on Orion many times whenever he tries to bring up some sort of crazy idea.
In response, Orion brings the minibot with him.
D has near spark attacks when this happens.
D-16 is standing in front of Orion and Ophelia; his arms crossed and had a disappointed look on his face. D-16: โ€œI told you both going after those slugs was more trouble than what itโ€™s worth.โ€ Ophelia: โ€œButโ€”โ€ D-16 look makes her stop. The mechโ€™s attention turns to Orion. D-16: โ€œShe could have gotten hurt Pax. Sheโ€™s still a youngling and doesnโ€™t know any better.โ€ Orion: โ€œI was watching her D. Do you think Iโ€™d let something bad happen to her?โ€ D-16: โ€œIts not that I donโ€™t trust youโ€”โ€ Orion: โ€œThen what is it?โ€ D-16: โ€œIโ€™m just worried my daughter is going to pick up your bad influence of jumping off building and messing with protocol!โ€ The words sink in for all three bots. Ophelia: โ€œโ€ฆDoโ€ฆ do you really see me like that D?โ€ D-16 considers lying for a second but decides against it. D-16: โ€œYesโ€ฆ I understand ifโ€”OOF!โ€ Ophelia, though barely reaching the bots knee joints, hugged his legs tightly. D-16 blinks before gently rubbing her helm with his servo. Orion: โ€œPrimus I wish I could take a picture. This is adorable.โ€ D-16: โ€œAnd you ruined the moment.โ€
From then on, D-16 makes it a rule that if Ophelia were to go with Orion, to let him know.
He knows roughly about half of the outings.
Orion just wants some quality time with his niece, trying to get her out of her shell.
Orion while he goes through the archives, always brings back data slugs or chips on Cybertronโ€™s history for Ophelia.
Even picks up little Megatronus Prime or Micronus Prime decals.
The day of the race arrives.
Ophelia was told to go find some seats by D before the pair left.
She never makes it to the stands because she gets called to the cargo hold to help load some cargo.
Ophelia stops her work seeing the screen with her father and uncle in the race.
Her optics do not leave the screen.
Too bad she couldnโ€™t see the rest of it before someone pushed her into a nearby trash shoot.
Screaming all the way down while trying to grab onto something.
She was stuck in the scrap until something pulled her out.
It was a yellow bot, not too older than her.
He was just as surprised as her seeing a bot down here.
Ophelia explained that she needed to get back to her family.
The bot, B-127, suggested waiting for a supervisor, but they rarely came down to sublevel 50.
Ophelia, feeling literally down in the dumps, figured talking to him wouldnโ€™t be so bad.
After a couple of hours there is more crashing.
B-127 keeps Ophelia behind him as he goes to look.
It was Orion and D-16.
Ophelia spots them and runs over. Ophelia: โ€œDad! Orion!โ€ Ophelia jumps straight into Dโ€™s arms hugging him. D-16: โ€œOphelia? What are you doing here?โ€ Orion: โ€œHow did you get down here?โ€ B-127: โ€œShe said some bot upstairs pushed her in. Hi! Iโ€™m Opheliaโ€™s friend! Iโ€™m B-127!โ€
Alpha Trionโ€™s message is found and the quest to the surface has been made.
Ophelia, as much as she was scared of the surface, put on a brave face and claimed she wanted to go.
D-16, surprisingly agrees, but it wasnโ€™t like he was going to leave her by herself.
Ophelia clings between D and Orionโ€™s back.
She is clinging for dear life during the entirety of the train scene.
Only letโ€™s go and stands up like everyone else once they all reach the surface.
Then the mountain starts coming to the train.
B picks up Ophelia like a football and runs.
Everyone gets flung from the train.
B-127, D-16, Elita and Orion groan as they stand up and get ready to follow the map. D-16 suddenly looks around. D-16: โ€œWait! Whereโ€™s Ophelia!?โ€ Ophelia: โ€œUp here!โ€ The group looks up to one of the taller rock formations. Ophelia is clinging on the edge to dear life. D-16: โ€œOphelia!โ€ B-127: โ€œHow did you get up there?โ€ Ophelia: โ€œI grew a T-cog and turns out Iโ€™m a Seeker.โ€ B-127: โ€œReally?โ€ Ophelia: โ€œOBVIOUSLY NOT! SOMEONE GET ME DOWN FROM HERE!โ€
It takes a good couple of minutes to get her down.
Reveal of the Quintessons.
Grips Dโ€™s servo a bit too hard as Orion and B nearly get caught by the scanner.
Finding the Primeโ€™s.
Ophelia consoles D as they both kneel in front of the fallen helm of Megatronus Prime.
Meeting Alpha Trion.
Witnessing what happened to the Primes and what Sentinel had been doing.
Ophelia stays by Alpha Trionโ€™s side when D talks about off-lining Sentinel.
It got her a bit nervous.
Floored when she hears about Sentinel stealing their cogs and in return, they all get cogs.
Going downhill, everyone is trying out their transformations. D-16: โ€œHow do we use these things!โ€ Ophelia tries using her cog. She feels something happening. Ophelia: โ€œI think I gotโ€”โ€ CLANK! Opheliaโ€™s helm got tucked in. Ophelia: โ€œI CANโ€™T SEE!โ€ Orion in the same position: โ€œME NEITHER!โ€
Ophelia is still small (she got Micronusโ€™s cog) but could feel the cog in her chassis.
Transforms into a small rover.
Feels something wrong with her father the way he talked slowly to Orion.
Reassures Orion that she would fix him.
The group gets kidnapped by the High Guard.
Fangirls with B seeing and naming each guard member she can see.
Screams when D starts fighting Starscream.
She ended up getting pushed and shoved everywhere until a pair of servos picked her up.
It was Soundwave.
He had perched her up on his shoulder so she could have a better view.
She didnโ€™t know whether to be grateful or not seeing the canon now shoved at Starscreamโ€™s face.
She shared the same scared look that Orion had.
Arachnid and her army arrived.
Ophelia fair well, catching many bots off guard with her strength.
Even managing to save some of the High Guardโ€™s members in the process.
But ultimately gets tased and captured with D and B.
Ophelia is placed with much heavier sets of cuffs than the energy binds the others had.
Internally screaming for D to get back down once he stands up.
Sentinel is about to slap him, until his optics land on her.
The Prime roughly grabs her by the back of the neck cables and drags her to the front of the room.
Ophelia tries to raise her helm, but a harsh punch sends it back down.
D yells and tries to get her.
He is restrained.
Opheliaโ€™s audials are a bit muffled, but the distinct sound of a sword being retracted is clear.
The Prime enjoys brandishing his sword and letting it drag slowly to the shaking minibot.
D-16: โ€œLeave her out of this Sentinel! She has nothing to do with this!โ€ Sentinel raises his sword. Sentinel: โ€œOh but my Dear D-16. In my perfect world, there is no need for 1 percenters.โ€ The false Prime then goes to strike. D-16: โ€œNO!โ€ The sword had stopped centimeters away from her face. The sword instead cuts her bindings. Ophelia tries to stand on her bad pede. D-16: โ€œWh-what?โ€ Sentinel: โ€œIโ€™m letting her go.โ€ The crowd looked at him in surprise. Ophelia finally manages to stand up straight. Sentinel: โ€œKidding!โ€ With that Sentinel Prime kicked the minibot with full force out the balcony. It happened so fast no one heard the minibot scream. D-16: โ€œOPHELIA!โ€
Ophelia falls out of the balcony and straight to the city below.
D yells in anguish as he sees Ophelia disappear from view and more when Sentinel brandishes him.
Thankfully, Ophelia had managed to stick a servo on the side of a nearby building, stopping her rough decent.
Her servos and pedes were dented but at least she was alive.
She tried to climb back up but nearly fell again as the building shook.
Did a train crash into it?
She tries climbing again but spots two other figures fall out.
It was D and Sentinel.
With enough bravery that would make Orion proud, she jumped on the false Primeโ€™s back as the three of them began to tumble down.
Ophelia made sure to punch holes straight into his dense armor.
Suddenly she was flung backwards and into the sea of spectators.
She looked up and briefly made eye contact with D, who looked so relief before a murderous look overcame him.
He started for the Prime.
What could she do?
Ophelia tried to make her way to the stage when Orion had arrived to intervene.
She stared in horror as D-16 shot to Sentinel before Orion took the hit.
Ophelia couldnโ€™t believe what was happening.
But thankfully D was there to catch him.
Everything was going to be okay.
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Ophelia didnโ€™t remember screaming, nor did she remember hitting several bots feet away as they tried to get her from going to close to the edge.
She followed Elita and B to try and stop him from doing any more harm after ripping Sentinel in half.
After naming himself Megatron.
The blast from Optimusโ€™s ascension made her go back into the crowd with Elita and B.
Ophelia tried to run back to Megatron and Optimus, but the crowds were panicked and wild.
She was even lucky enough to remain in one piece.
The minibot witnessed Optimus banishing Megatron from Iacon.
She could see the slight tears coming from Megatronโ€™s face.
To witness him call the High Guard to follow him.
No mentions of her name.
Not even an attempt to ask where she was.
A part of Ophelia wanted to go with him.
Of course she did, he was still her Dad.
She didnโ€™t want to leave him alone.
โ€ฆ But somewhere deep in her spark told her to stop.
Not to take another step.
โ€ฆOphelia could only hope that listening to the feeling was the right thingโ€ฆ
Later that evening Ophelia was walking past her old recharging station. She carefully traced the Megatronus decal on D-16โ€™s pod. Optimus: โ€œOphelia?โ€ Ophelia jumped a bit, not used to Orionโ€”no, Optimusโ€™s voice. Ophelia: โ€œOptimus.โ€ The Prime stood next to her, both looking sadly at the decals. Ophelia couldnโ€™t take it anymore and crumbled on the ground letting out a sob. Optimus knelt and scooped her into his arms. Ophelia knew she probably dented the new Primeโ€™s frame a bit with her hug, but right now she didnโ€™t care. Ophelia: โ€œI want him back! I want him back! Orion please!โ€ The minibot could feel the Primeโ€™s tears on her helm and a gently shake. Maybe someday he would come backโ€ฆ Meanwhile Megatron had finished his little shrine in his habsuite. A shrine for Ophelia. His sparkling that was murdered by the Prime. Megatron whispers: โ€œSleep well Ophelia. We will meet again; I swear to you.โ€
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loo-looland ยท 4 months ago
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@in1-nutshell
Look at this๐Ÿ˜ญ
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Two latina baddies and they kiss
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mr-mxyzptlk-1940 ยท 9 months ago
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You know, I thought and realized that it would be fun if NightLight changed her altforms over time, just like Batman changed his suits.
For example, starting with the 1940 batmobile
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And then the 1960 Batmobile
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And then the Batmobile 1980
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And then the Batmobile 1990
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And ending with the model into which she is transformes now (the batmobile from Batman 2004)
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hardkookiecookie ยท 5 months ago
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https://www.tumblr.com/in1-nutshell/768705664059080704/in-a-nutshell-how-does-bw-megatron-react-to Silly little thing
oooohh that's so cute !! ๐Ÿฅบ๐Ÿฅบ๐Ÿฅบ
I do think under the most specific circumstances that Megs could be a good dad , more likely season 1 versus season 3 . things were happening to that guy in season 3 .
I believe this so much I designed a Dinobot/Megatron fankid forEVER ago and I need to redraw his ref sheet so so bad , but Syrant was made on Cybertron when their relationship was better, NOT during the beast wars that would have been . something !
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canisesconstellation ยท 1 year ago
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3.) How many blogs do you follow?
16.) Share a blog that you really enjoy.
3.) I follow 32 blogs
16.) I really enjoy @in1-nutshell I love reading their writing
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loo-looland ยท 9 months ago
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Optimus meeting Kayla for the first time @in1-nutshell
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Optimus discovers humans.
Had a vision after remembering this amazing post by artist, Lomonte
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