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I found this camera on the subway and look what was inside...

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"Thats a pretty name. I'm fine. Thanks for askin’. How are ya?" Trust noticed the nervous stammering, and tried to appear less threatening.

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Reblog if...

Your blog is anon-friendly

Your blog is magical-anon-friendly

Your blog is open to starters aimed at them

Your blog willing to respond to open starters

Your blog is open to questions about headcanons

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Following awesome RP blogs but having no clue how your character would interact with theirs.

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Trust blinked in alarm, having never seen a creature like this one before, then she smiled kindly. "Hello there. My name is Trust. What's your name?"

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[So many robots.] [But this one is different… She’s never seen this one before…] [Must be one of those members of a more ‘obscure’ timeline…] *She gives the femme a cautionary trill in greeting* H-hello.

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Send me a number and I'll write a headcanon relating to that number in my character's life.

submitted by motorcitysentinel.

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"Mech, ya don't wanna test me. I've faced bigger and badder than ya'll ever be. Ya don't scare me anymore than a pretrorabbit does." Trust narrowed her optics at him, her hostile stance never wavering, her piercing, cold stare never faltering. "Yer name, and yer business for bein’ here, con."

Trust is actually up, sitting cross-legged on her too-big berth with A box of energon sweets next to her, untouched. Her purple/blue optics snap online and she jerked into awareness, servo already holding her plasma fusion rifle. The tall femme doesn’t fire though, instead...

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*grabby hands*

Faber Castell’s 250 Year Anniversary (1761-2011) Art & Graphic Case (x)

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My Lovely Shadow((open roleplay to all my followers. Trust/Crossfire/Terror ones later :3))

In the almost eerie light of the moonless cybertronian night, in the darkness that enveloped the city of Rãc, a femme sings a long forgotten song of fear, suffering, and a new era. Those who are still out and about recognize this to be the Femme Of Sound Despair, or Despair for short. These late-goers quickened their pace, shivers of fear crawling up their spinal struts.

"Oh, my shadow So dark and mysterious Where did you go? Where did you come from?

Oh my sha-a-a-adow How lovely you are With your tales of fear and sorrow

Oh my sha-adow! With your mask of hatred and despair! You make me shiver, With your cold touch, Your cold touch of death!

Oh my lovely lovely shadow! Where did you come from? Where did you go? Oh oohh!

My shadow You bring a sad, yet beautiful song Where ever you are Why can’t I see you?

My lovely shadow You bring about a new time A time of peace A time of love! Yet you remind us To pay For all of the bad decisions that we’ve made!

Oh my shadow Must you wear a mask? Can you suffer? Like the rest if us?

Oh my shadow Bringing in the tide of hatred and sorrow

My lovely lovely shadow……

My lovely shadow……

Where did you come from? Where did you go?

My sha-a-a-adow!”

Now, if those few were to look up, they’d see a figure crouched on top of a large building, head tilted back and smile curving white lips upward…the Femme Of Sound and Despair was out tonight…but the question is-will Death be out tonight too?

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Weep not poor children

For life is this way

Murdering beauty and

Passions

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Reblog if you play videogames

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WARN EVERYONE!!!!

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The greentankofanger has stumbled into Trust's quarters

Trust is actually up, sitting cross-legged on her too-big berth with A box of energon sweets next to her, untouched. Her purple/blue optics snap online and she jerked into awareness, servo already holding her plasma fusion rifle. The tall femme doesn't fire though, instead she simply glared at the intruding mech, gets up and walks calmly towards the mech. An air of command surrounds her; its obvious who's in charge here. "Stranga, ya have the count of three ta state yer name and business here. If ah find yer answer ta be unreasonable…well, lets jus’ say Ah don't take kindly ta intruders. Or Decepticons. Start speakin’ now, or yer insides will be all over the walls." She aimed the rifle at the chassis of the mech, waiting for a reply.

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Faith merely kept walking until she was out of sight of Defect. As soon as she did stop, a large, brute of a cyberwolf crept from the shadows, letting out a gravelly growl. Faith grinned. "And he didn't even notice that he was being followed, uh? Ya must be gettin better at this spying stuff, Terror. Now all we gotta do is find another one, eh? Defect still has some value though, so I don't think we'll be shooting him down…yet. He knows the plan, so that makes him a threat. At least, in everyone else's optics, he's a threat." She stroked Terror's triangular head. "I thought he was a pretty nice mech. And I did really, honestly wanna be friends with him…oh well. Can't win ’em all, right?"

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"Well then." She wasn't fazed at all. "Ill have ya know that the only decepticon still completely loyal ta Megatron is Shockwave and the mindless drones he has. everyone else is too scared ta join the rebellion." she looked him up and down, shook her head, and sighed. "we really did have high hopes for ya…oh well. nothin’ ever goes right the first time ’round." She flashed Defect a smile, tossed the teleporting device at him, and then turned away. "Unless you rethink your answer; We never met, you don't know me, and I don't exist. And I meant what I said: I did want ta be friends with ya. Farewell Defect, ex-agent of MECH!"

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