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Ye! I finally remembered Nightbeat’s password!

I have no icons anymroe i had to delete them to make space on my laptop because it was at maximum capacity but I can RP without them!

#Mystery; Solved #Anonymous

darlinggod

sanguinariis

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read 2.15am / my bullets are dust #2

#;stop expecting things of me (About Nightbeat)

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A print I’ll have at TFcon Toronto ^^ Will probably have them each on their own individual prints as well.

#;oh captain my captain (Megatron)#;supercop (Optimus)

nosignofnormalcy

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nosignofnormalcy:

Weep not poor children, for life is this way

Murdering beauty and passions

#Music

funyuns

OUR POSTS SHALL SEAL YOUR RING-ED FATE.

#i don't know what this is but i feel like Coon would appreciate the raccoon ring warrior #Mystery; Solved

The Perils of Traveling in Space

They’d gone ahead and made the biggest, and perhaps stupidest jump they’d made yet. Their intention had been, as far as Nightbeat had been informed, to get back to the Galactic Rim in one jump. But, as was always the case, something had gone awry, and Nightbeat had been one of the lucky ones - he’d been sucked out into space. Fortunately, they were close enough to the nearest planet that the impact didn’t kill him, but it was damned close. He’d lost a lot of energon in the impact, and many of his vital systems were in or near total shutdown. If he didn’t get help, and fast, he may be in trouble...

#open to mutuals #keeping the planet vague #so that this can be any verse #including earth verse

konohahhh

sonicwrenchwench-archive

@crewditixns gets a starter

She doesn’t have much to say right now. She’s not feeling great and has a lot on her mind, and Nightbeat is as safe a spot as any. So as soon as she finds him, she just quietly walks up to him and puts her head on his shoulder, not saying a word.

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For a moment, he only looked down at the head now on his shoulder, and blinked behind his visor. After a moment, and having not recalled what to do in social situations like this one (his batch of cold constructed mechs must have been before the classes on social niceties), he asked, “What. Is. Wrong. With. You?”

#sonicwrenchwench

cybertronspubstop

MTMTE #44

skidblast

Imagine Nightbeat, the first of the First Wave of Constructed Cold. Back before they had issues with sparks being placed in prefab bodies.

He would have been louded, shown off to the high society and the rest of the population as the solution to the finite population problem. He would have heard what everyone had to say about him and the rest of the Constructed Cold, including opinions held behind closed doors.

He would have seen the beginning of the apartheid. He would have experienced it as well, first a proof of concept that new sparks could be made, but now only a necessity to keep Cybertron a living sustainable ecosystem while filling in the jobs needed for the rapid expansion of the second Gold Age.

He would have seen both Forged and Constructed Cold. He would know all their nuiances, all their thoughts, hopes and dreams.

And he would have a single question.

Why?

Why were they not equal? Why was he and the rest of the Constructed Cold now inferior? Why were they kept separate? Why didn’t he have as much claim to Cybertron as the Forged?

It was irrational. It was wrong. He and every single Constructed Cold were the same as the Forged. But no one else seemed to believe that.

The situation eventually diffused for one reason or another, allowing the two populations to mingle again and eventually the drive behind the apartheid was no longer visible and out in the open, but hidden and unable to do as much damage to the Constructed Cold as before.

But as Nightbeat had finally found the answer to his original question, he found more questions that had to be answered.

brandxspandex

It seems it doesn’t matter if you possess a physically identifiable soul, live for millions of years and don’t suffer from old age, being mortal is still fucking terrifying.