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// any newcomers, don't pay much attention to the actual blog. It is SO OLD and I haven't updated it in YEARS. If you have any questions, feel free to hit me up. Blackout's image tag is "Visage" so you can see what he looks like. There are several universes, but his main 2 are "In War" (whenever during TFP you want it to be) and post-war where he has a rich tumblr history that is over 11 years long. So ... just ask I guess lmFAO

Dossier is accurate

Well I guess history is pretty accurate for the most part

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While he was more accustomed to merely barking his orders, Megatron had little choice but to employ other methods with this one. It was far from his preference, but it was necessary.

|| Must I remind you again that our Eradicons are in limited supply? ||

The tyton pauses, turning his hard heterochromic gaze about to search for the source of the text. While it is entirely possible that the mech could have sent it from clear across the ship, no one has been down this hallway to see his ... outburst.

Blackout spots his leader not far down the corridor and faces him. The severed head of an unfortunate Eradicon dangles by the spine in the massive copter's grip, while its frame lies crumpled nearby.

For a long moment, the tyton only stares Megatron down, expression positively foul -- but, it is less that he is giving his Lord and Master attitude, and more that his face just ... looks that way. The deafmute is notorious for his silence, and his unblinking, soul-void stare.

Blackout drops the helm, white irises finally casting down and away.

::// a p o l o g i e s, l o r d m e g a t r o n. \\ :: Blinks the response across the Decepticon king's HUD.

::// i w i l l d e l i v e r t h e f r a m e t o t h e m e d i c f o r p a r t s s h o u l d i t p l e a s e y o u . \\::

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overdue commission for thesoundlessvoid uwu;

this ‘copter is…..

s m o k i n’

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// I MISSED IT BY A DAY. Happy BlogDay Blackout.

// May 30th will be this blog's 11 year anniversary.

holy shit.

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// May 30th will be this blog's 11 year anniversary.

holy shit.

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He's got a concert to play tonight.

Wish him luck.

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Stares in Headmaster-Of-The-Best-Science-Academy-In-Iacon disappointment.

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Have a budgie.

"Shoulder rides for everyone!"

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Stretches.

Everything pops.

Ow.

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Blackout leans against a wall, arms crossed and lit cygar in the corner of his mouth. At 45 feet tall, he is a behemoth, helm nodding along to the music.

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Soundwave, he's an old grunge rocker and an independent label producer.

Better impress him.

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He heard there was a rave, and naturally, he has to go check it out.

Does he have to work tomorrow? Yes.

Is he the Headmaster of the most prestigious Academy in Iacon? Yes.

Time to party.

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Can you heal? Can you feel? The change in my heart!

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Stretches his wings out.

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RIP Bones.

Unknown -- January 12th, 2025.

// pretty flower snake