'Till All Are One

Thoughts scribbled on the walls of our bases and ships by soldiers looking to be heard. Run by Red Alert.

[autobotsuggestions]

Human "marriages" are interesting, sure, but seem to fall so flat next to the Conjunx Ritus and bonding ceremonies.

[autobotsuggestions]

Holy slag. Humans are so tiny, compared to us. How do they manage so much?

[autobotsuggestions]

Humans are, frankly, disgusting. Great minds, fantastic personalities, trapped in horrific goo suits held together by a thin membrane of bacteria. I will never truly be one of them.

[autobotsuggestions]

Do you remember Iacon before the war? All gilded spires and skyways and glass and petty, pretty, phantasmal decadence. Gold and glass-blue. Cybertronians speaking in haughty, clipped tones. Why did we think it would never fall? It was so fragile, in the end. As were we all.

[autobotsuggestions]

Our creators were not fit ones. We can only hope we don't become them.

[archived-twigwise]

Dreaming, dreaming, of metal skin and hydraulic muscle, of a gold-plated heart and circuitry synapses

[autobotsuggestions]

do you mind if your suggestions are used for something other than cybertronians?

I do not. The Autobot Code does not necessitate one be cybertronian, though it helps if you are. And some of these suggestions are fairly.... universal.

[autobotsuggestions]

We glimmered, we glistened, we shined. We were bright stars in metal bodies. Look how we have fallen.

[autobotsuggestions]

Hi, I've made a kin call blog specifically for Transformers kin, and I'd love a promo! We'll be over at @cybertroncalls, if anyone is interested!

Thank you! If anyone is interested go over to @cybertroncalls

[autobotsuggestions]

When it comes down to it, we made this monster that we fight. Are we ready to slay our creation?

[cybertroniansuggestion]

When do we get to go home, Primus?

And can we take our friends with us?

[roboticsuggestion]

your bones are metal and your veins are wires. your heart pumps liquid energy and you glow

[autobotsuggestions]

I was born without this fear Now only this seems clear I need to move, I need to fight I need to lose myself tonight

[autobotsuggestions]

Counting bodies like sheep To the rhythm of the war drums

[autobotsuggestions]

It’s getting harder but we must soldier on because that is what we are.

[autobotsuggestions]

I want to go home, I want to go home, I want to go home.

[autobotsuggestions]

After all I’ve given, it’s still not enough?