*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
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
Have as much confidence in your art as Eggman does.
Special thanks to @sjach-chaos for helping me with this AU!
Before I go on here are some of the drawings from your truly to go along with the storyline.
In all the drawings is my personal style for Humanformers Unicron Trilogy Starscream from the Cybertron part of the show.
People will tell you that emotional abuse isn’t real and what you’re dealing with isn’t that big a deal and you’re just exaggerating, but let me tell you something.
If you’ve ever been wary of everyone you know, even people you trust, because you’re expecting them to get angry with you over literally anything, make fun of you, or start making threats, something’s wrong.
If you’ve ever had to plan things in anticipation of a potential tantrum that you fear will be taken out on you, something’s wrong.
If you succumb to someone’s demands because you’re never sure if their threats are empty or legit and you just want to play it on the safe side, something’s wrong.
If you find yourself jumping at smaller noises in anticipation that they’re a warning sign for a tantrum, something’s wrong.
If you hide things - especially things that make you happy - because you’re so afraid that they’ll make fun of you for liking them, scold you for liking something they don’t, take them away, destroy them, or that they’ll defile them and ruin that love you have for them, something’s wrong.
If you find yourself being silent in the face of mild disagreements or thinly-veiled insults, rather than standing up for yourself because you just don’t want to start an argument and make things worse, something’s wrong.
If that very lack of standing up for yourself eventually leads to you never offering your opinion in any sort of discussion out of fear of ridicule or being scolded because that’s what you’re so used to, something’s wrong.
If you end up spending a lot of your time in your room keeping to yourself and keeping any trip outside of your room to an absolute minimum because you don’t want to risk putting one toe out of line and setting off a tantrum, yet you’re also aware that hiding out will also cause an issue and you’re probably just minimizing the risk instead of erasing it entirely, something’s wrong.
If you ever habitually glance outside the window to keep watch for your supposed abuser’s car to return from their work, errand or trip, and then heading to your room or other hiding place to keep out of their way, erasing any obvious signs that you’ve been out and about in the rest of your living space, something’s wrong.
If one of your greatest fantasies involves not a dream career or winning the lottery but instead an escape plan succeeding, something’s wrong.
If you could basically summarize your life as living in constant, subtle fear, Something. Is. Wrong.
Emotional abuse is very, very real, and it has lasting consequences that can affect people’s relationships, their jobs, and their lives all-around.
Don’t you dare tell me it isn’t real.
Thar be a wild Red Wing!
*said in the tone of someone who can barely find any content for the bean*
Thundercracker
Skywarp
Starscream
Shattered Glass Thundercracker
Shattered Glass Skywarp
Shattered Glass Starscream
Nacelle
Gunwing
Hotlink
Bitstream
Sunstorm
Redwing
Slipstream
Ionstorm
Acidstorm
Novastorm
here's the link for most of the fannon ones! :>
hey could y'all do me a favour?
things like "biting this" and such
ⓘ You can Bite your Friends.
This will never NOT be funny
hey so protip if you have abusive parents and need to get around the house as quietly as possible, stay close to furniture and other heavy stuff because the floor is settled there and it’s less likely to creak