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RP blog for Transformers Prime Shockwave and Senator Shockwave from the MTMTE comics. Highly selective follower, multi-verse friendly.

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Oh hai. It’s been awhile!

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Did you create the title Amanti Enderae? Or is it a canon thing?

I created the term Amanti endurae yes. It was inspired by an old roleplay partner of mine.

Sadly it is not canon.

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10 is a family

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He is snickering to himself, not sorry in the slightest. “I was referring to our still incomplete toy for the bitlets. It still needs a way to make it glow for gigabyte’s fear of the dark. What were you thinking of?” Shockwave questions with a small smile, knowing he was in for it later when the bitlets were in bed but he couldn’t resist. Trepan was too attractive for his own good and he needed reminders. 

Even if he already did know it- the little narcissist.

With the bitlets excitedly chittering inside the ‘chest armour of safety’, and Greymatter tucked safe in Trepan’s arms, they were off and ready for the day. Shockwave locked the door behind them to their quite lavish home and the weather outside was simply beautiful. The train station was conveniently located 5 minutes away so all the way there they conversed lovingly, the bits settling in obediently after awhile to rest in a pile, rocked by the steps of Shockwave. It was wonderfully domestic, arriving at the station as they went to check the stops for times and any delays. “Should we get them new books today? Or do you think this morning’s pancake mishaps were something we should discipline a little harder for awhile? It was quite the mess,” Shockwave admits with a sigh. “While I encourage independant learning at times, I wasn’t expecting it to go that far, even if the intention was well meaning.”

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He's a sneaky tank, so sneaky. Those bits of stray back kibble don't stand a chance as Shockwave sneaks up and drags a claw right along Trepan's backstruts and plays with the tubing.

“!!!!”

Welp. There goes his datapad clattering to the floor where he is frozen, plating rattling at the full body shudder at that purple claw tending to delicate tubing.

Is … Is it hot in here? His frame feels like its on fire.

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He listens and his spark lifts at the words that follow, field sending tiny datapackets of glyphs full of sub meanings. Joy: mutual and overwhelming. Sadness: bittersweet yet sobering. Too many to grasp at once and react appropriately.

Shockwave instead nuzzles at his Conjunx’s helm, it’s all he can do to stop the tears for the first time in millennia from falling. “I still own that cacti. It sits at my desk in the lab, carefully kept for a reason I never knew until we hardlined.”

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I assure you the grading criteria will be quite strict but I have high hopes for your performance- It would be my pleasure to analyse you to the best of my ability Megatron. Ensure you aren’t late to this solo exam? There will be point deductions for tardiness.

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Theoretical hypothesis and reality are two very different circumstance.  In short- come and put your thesis into action.

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no that’s starscream

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Starscream is pure emotion

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Mathematic Megatrons being sinful on my dash? It’s more likely than you think.

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Shockwave, humour me, is there anything you like about earth and humans?

Contrary to popular belief, I do not hate humans or earth. I find the planet as a whole a fascinating chance to observe an alien ecosystem populated with species far more diverse than anything found on Cybertron.

[szczurek]

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Nightfall practically launches herself at Shockwave, stopping short at the last moment and coming to hover just in front of him. Her wings are high and field radiating surprise and joy at her gift. It made her seem like a youngling with a big bag of candied energon. "Sir! Thank you!" The datapad from the box was still clutched in her hands. "Thank you!" she repeated, unable to think of anything more eloquent in the moment but still buzzing with excitement.

He’s taken off guard by the sudden intensity of Nightfall out of nowhere, causing him to try and understand the burst of activity. It clicks after a few moments, the memory of the assets he had left to the seeker in hopes it would encourage her progress towards what Shockwave needed.

Apparently it had worked.

He dips his helm in acknowledgement. “I hope the materials and assets will serve your interests well.”

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UwU

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Closing the gaps

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A servo moved slowly to pick up that small broken clock, delicate even now with its care. He regarded it for a moment, answering Tarn’s statement with one of Shockwave’s own. Short, quiet- soft even in volume. Too soft for one with no alleged sentimental attachment to the object.

"Broken things can still serve a purpose."

Its purpose was much greater than telling the time, it told Shockwave of a time when things were better. When Tarn was not a murderer yet, when he still could express and appreciate the smaller things. Cherishing Damus’s accomplishments and vowing they should go to dinner somewhere nice in celebration of his triumph-

The clock was set down before more if the mental images could flash through his circuits. It was painful to remember what he was... And what he is now. What they are now. It may of been an endless amount of years in human standards- but some things never really healed. They weren’t allowed to, as deemed by the lingering coding of the Shadowplay he had been cursed with. Unable to truly do anything other than watch and serve the logic which had been forcibly ingrained into him the moment Lobe had gotten him strapped to an operating table.

He didn’t mention that Trepan had been part of the operating team, approving his file for the institute.

“I would rather keep this one. It’s one of a kind, as the phrase goes.”

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“You know me, I always like to savour the last shot before popping the heat sink.”

“…Wait, that Metaphor just went somewhere horrible.”

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