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Eggs: Scrambled + Cheese and ham

Steak: Rare (iron deficiency to the wazoo)

Milk: Strawberry or Chocolate

Alcohol: No thanks

Warm Drink: Taro Latte

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Post-Transformers Cybertron Au

(I don't have a proper name for it yet)

So, imagine you're stuck in the Fire Dimension, and for reasons unknown another warp gate opens before you. The second you step through; you know something is up. You're left wondering, "where is everybody?" Looking around, you find three things that leave you startled. One, you're on Cybertron and the whole place looks like the mother of all train wrecks. Two, there's a small squadron with their guns pointed at you. Three, there is a mech that looks exactly like your former leader except here's the problem...he has a near-maniac grin on his face, and he's charging right at you. Oh! and did I mention that his color scheme is practically all black with a miniscule number of teal splotches. That grin alone is enough to make even Unicron start screaming. With all this in mind, how are you, a lone seeker going to get out of this alive, and hopefully with both wings still attached?

Who knows?

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*Insert Gears having mild panic because most of their collective stories are pure horror*

Gears: Okayyy...

“Isn’t it lovely?… All Alone? Heart made of glass, my mind of stone… Tear me to pieces, skin to bone…Hello, Welcome home….”

Within Estrocarro, Magnum rumbled lowly before emitting a long, drawn out whine.

It could feel that younger, innocent part of himself being torn away by fate, and it burned, it hurt, and it made the creature cry out for the little seekerlet it had birthed and raised… only to get no response.

No chirp, no string of their native tongue, no witty remark… nothing.

(Not even going to TRY to explain this on the basis that I'm using an incredibly old Transformers Era.)

(Anyone familiar with Transformers Alternity?)

@sjach-chaos @ultracreativelywritten

Rules: Make a new post and post your latest line from your WIP & tag as many people as there are words.

thanks for the tag @mx-seraph!

the day was going by pretty slowly. megatron's struggling to come up with ideas of what to write next and starscream is still off at the iacon research center and he's not going to be home until the end of the day and it's currently still 12 PM. the ex-warlord has his helm on his left servo, his right one rapping his digits against the table. he looks disdainfully at the datapad on the table, as if if he keeps staring at it something good will magically get written down in it. 

he eventually gives up and lightly hits the table with his free hand. he gets up and heads towards the living room, threw himself onto the couch and is about to turn on the holoscreen when the doorbell rang. he sighed and got up to answer the door.

from my W.I.P "old mech's got a lot of old flames"

or as it's known by it's placeholder title "the TFP fic mainly about megatron missing his past lovers,finding out a few of those said past lovers are still alive and getting sent love letters from them and megatron writing back to them with megastar going on alongside all this because of course"

@fandomartist6 @gearbrawn

if you make an OC that you are genuinely insane over, like you are obsessed with this freak and can't stop thinking about them, then it will rub off on other people. the virus spreads

They don’t know i’m Batman.

suicidal people deserve a space to talk about their suicidal feelings without risking hospitalization/institutionalization or being accused of being manipulative or attention seeking