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Stephanie Perkins, Lola and the Boy Next Door

8 hours ago • 5443?via?
nolongerneutral inquired:

::You're going to be angry with me...::

[[If it’s about Knock Out, I already know.]]

14 hours ago • 1?
#nolongerneutral

alpha113n-redshirt-eradicon:

Kinda in love, yes. I mean, I really like this mech. He’s a flier like me, a bit shorter. His name is Soarin, S041N.. I think. I rarely call him his actual designation so its kinda hard to remember. But I trust him a lot and for some reason we just clicked. He’s a love interest and kinda no more than that. I’m scared to give him all my spark. I did that once before with someone I loved and they didn’t stick around. That was very upsetting. I’m scared that will happen again…

I know what to do differently this time so maybe it won’t hurt so much if it does happen again.

Hm.

You’ll be fine. You have a good processor in that head of yours.

But should he betray you, you can always kill him in revenge.

(Source: therisingdarkness)

15 hours ago • 14?via?

Not going to cut it when almost every species on this planet have wildly different methods of intercourse that still fall under the definition of “similar.” Come on, just a bare description?

It was always a pleasure. That’s enough of a description for you.

15 hours ago • 2?
#ryulabird
darkenedwarlord inquired:

"A one true Gladiator takes only himself to 'face, because other than his pride and stubbornness, Megatron shall only learn to love himself and Orion."

You think that now, but you’ll eventually learn better.

15 hours ago • 2?
#darkenedwarlord

alpha113n-redshirt-eradicon:

therisingdarkness:

And why did he remain behind?

Because I was in company that he … refused to be around. He’s very loyal, yuh know. Also I moved around a lot. It took me a lot to even get him to move the the universe that he’s in. He and I used to serve a different leader, a different Megatron. I should have never left that place… but I wouldn’t be the person I am today if I wouldn’t have made my own decisions. Plus I was kinda being dwarfed by Steve and I needed to be my own mech.

I was thinking about asking my captain if I can have a couple of people over to live with us. My brother for one, now that I’m in company he wouldn’t mind, and two my love interest. But I’ve not asked him if he wants to move.. so there’s that.

You’re in love?

15 hours ago • 14?via?

Hey, alien sex is fascinating! So is the thousands of forms of terrestrial sex! I’m just curious how it all works. Can’t fault me for wanting to educate myself, can you?

We have methods that are similar to your own.

15 hours ago • 2?
#ryulabird

alpha113n-redshirt-eradicon:

therisingdarkness:

alpha113n-redshirt-eradicon:

therisingdarkness:

alpha113n-redshirt-eradicon:

therisingdarkness:

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All of those folks sound amazing. I would have loved to meet them.

You would have liked the twins.

^.^ I bet!

You remind me of them, actually.

Both of them? O.o

Did you know I have a brother? Like a brother brother. Not one of the other drones that are one of my “brothers” but I mean brother. You know what I mean? Bro? Hahaha.

I was not aware, no.

His name is 808. He’s very different from me. Its hard to tell that we’re bros. I kinda miss him… well, no. There’s no kinda about it. I fragging just miss him. He works for Starscream and stayed in his universe when I moved around.

And why did he remain behind?

15 hours ago • 14?via?

iaconianmedic:

He almost sighed in relief, he had some sort of time to ready himself.. Hopefully Knockout did return.. if not for a time. Show him the previous systems, instruct the medic on things he was unaware of, among other things.. like permissions.

::Very well.. With as young as Knockout is, he’s done well.. Regardless if he picks me to be his successor, I will still try to do right by the medical caste and any I work with, for, or on.::

It was a wonder that Knockout hadn’t seemed to mature much with the responsibilities of the position.. as if he was tired of it. He seemed unengaged by it.. to some extent. But he could not make those calls, he was not entirely familiar with the young, a bit vain, mech.

::I have my certifications, recent and past, if you require them. I know my file on the Decepticon database is not all that informative… We were not known separately in Iacon outside of our personal contacts, we had units inside the medical facilities. It was.. different..::

He had zero qualms handing everything he had to Megatron, the war was over and essentially everything was public knowledge if it involved the past. Or the medic believed it was.

::Also, sir.. I have failed to inform you, I’ve taken on my pre-war designation. Which is Rivet.. the translation of the designation my creators gave me. I do not mind if you use Rumblebreaker, but I would prefer my oldest designation. With the war over, I feel that returning to my theoretical roots is the best choice.::

Rivet, then. Whatever. He had heard worse.

[[Certifications will only become necessary as we rebuild,]] he said. [[Keep them on hand, but do not worry about who needs to see them. As I have already mentioned, the decision will be left to Knock Out, but your length of service and overall experience place you at the top of the list. I cannot imagine him choosing another.]]

Whether or not he would, though, remained to be seen. Megatron was torn between anticipating a tantrum or joyous celebration.

15 hours ago • 9?via?
Anonymous inquired:

Ooooh, tell us about the Twins!

Thrush and Blow were gladiators who had created their own niche in the Pits by tackling much larger opponents in a two-against-one free-for-all match that sold out almost instantly as seating was made available. Though they did not enjoy the same degree of fame as I did, they were a favorite among gamblers.

They were volante frame-types, not unlike Knock Out in size, and enjoyed racing through the narrow barrack halls at every given chance. You might categorize them as children, but they were the Cybertronian equivalent as adolescents. 

Thrush was more level-headed than his twin, though Blow could compute at lightning speeds when she needed to. They were needlessly cheerful and curious, always wanting to be in everyone’s business, always wanting to know what was going on, constantly begging for datapads, which I supplied them with because I was not about to squander an opportunity to help my fellow gladiators rebel.

They were fond of me in their exceptional way, and I was fond of them. 

They were also a few who lived through the war. I do not know where they are now, but I know they are alive.

15 hours ago • 6?
#headcanon #Anonymous

Return of a Titan

voxbrawn:

Having a new Cybertronian walk on her floors was a novel experience in and of itself. But to have Megatron’s pedes grace the surface of her internal skin was something she had only dreamed about. She could feel the weight of the Decepticon warlord’s frame press against the firm metal of her hangar bay. His pedes were split into two prongs at their ends, like the cloven hoof of some great beast of burden, and his weight was distributed firmly on the widest portion of his pede.

It was a powerful stance. And though the Decepticon leader walked proudly and surely, she noticed that there was a hint of lightness to his step. Was it respect or uncertainty? She could only hope it was the former; after all, he had gained her respect simply by being here. It was all she could do not to release a great sigh of satisfaction.

When Megatron spoke again, Vox took a moment to clear the static from her vocalizers. A soft squawk crackled from the hidden loudspeakers in the hangar before Vox spoke aloud, abandoning the comm-link in favor of something more personable. This would not be an easy tale for her to tell, but Megatron deserved to know.

"WHAT YOU SEE BEFORE YOU IS ALL THAT REMAINS OF MY ORIGINAL CREW, LORD MEGATRON," She answered. "THEY ARE 300 IN NUMBER. BEFORE THE REVOLT, THERE WERE OVER TWICE AS MANY VEHICONS… ALONG WITH OUR GRACIOUS AUTOBOT OVERSEERS. The metrotitan spat that last word like a curse, and her vehicons responded in kind by pulsing their EM fields, a chorus of righteous agreement.

"MY CHILDREN ROSE TO OVERTHROW THEM. THE AUTOBOTS ATTEMPTED TO FORCE ME TO EVICT MY CHILDREN. AS YOU CAN SEE BY THE LACK OF AUTOBOTS ON THIS STATION, I DID QUITE THE OPPOSITE," She continued. "SINCE THEN, WE HAVE LIVED IN A… SYMBIOTIC RELATIONSHIP. THEY TEND TO MY REPAIRS AND MY DEFENSE, AND IN TURN, I ALLOW THEM TO SHARE IN THE BOUNTY OF OUR GREAT HARVESTS. OR, WHEN ENERGON IS NOT AVAILABLE, TO SUBSIST UPON THE ENERGIES OF MY SPARK.”

Hundreds of levels below Megatron’s feet, her spark pulsed with a loud thump that shook the entire space station.

A scant three hundred compared to the thousands that would have once occupied the station. Three hundred Vehicons without home, without direction, but safe and happy, healthy and wanting for nothing their gracious host could not provide. Megatron cast his thoughts back to the dilapidated Nemesis, well expired of its usefulness, and the skeleton crew that walked its decks, a mere two hundred sparks down from the seven-hundred they had left Cybertron with.

Hardly an army then, and certainly not one now.

“They are lucky to have you,” Megatron voiced aloud, and many of the Vehicons nodded and chirped in agreement.

“I will admit, I was hoping for a tour. Not to change the subject, but I cannot afford to be away from my ship for long.”

He didn’t dare say why. The multitude of reasons were embarrassing, and he was already having trouble coming to terms with the shiny, content Vehicons crowding the deck. The sooner he could grasp an understanding of Vox Brawn’s internal capacity, the sooner he could return to the Nemesis and organize a transfer of troops and resources.

The sooner they transferred, the sooner they’d be on their way home.

Home.

It was the thought he never entertained for long; too painful, too many memories and too many failures that he couldn’t face all at once. He could reconcile his thoughts and conflicting emotions on the journey there…for now, all he wanted to so was occupy himself with sensible work.

(Source: therisingdarkness)

15 hours ago • 19?via?
#titan return #voxbrawn

alpha113n-redshirt-eradicon:

therisingdarkness:

alpha113n-redshirt-eradicon:

therisingdarkness:

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All of those folks sound amazing. I would have loved to meet them.

You would have liked the twins.

^.^ I bet!

You remind me of them, actually.

Both of them? O.o

Did you know I have a brother? Like a brother brother. Not one of the other drones that are one of my “brothers” but I mean brother. You know what I mean? Bro? Hahaha.

I was not aware, no.

15 hours ago • 14?via?

(Source: spacetelescope.org)

15 hours ago • 30545?via?
#things of interest

Who’s asking IF you did anything?? I’m after DETAILS.

You are just like every other organic who asks me questions—the only thing you’re truly interested in are the boring details of our interfacing methods.

15 hours ago • 1?
#ryulabird

How do you know it’s too late if you never try? Or do you mean you believe he won’t forgive you after all you’ve done?

I mean he’s terminated.

15 hours ago • 1?
#ryulabird