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[primeapotheosis]

Getaway has the shuttle locked into geosynchronous orbit above the coordinates Prowl sent him. He’d also managed to catch some recharge during the few hours he’d dared to trust the autopilot to its own devices.

“Prowl? Getaway here. I’m in orbit, a few miles outside of atmospheric entry.”

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[solisanima]

{ best-head } "Oh yes, an easier time letting it go. 'Oh, Megatron! I'm more than happy to meet you at 4 am to fist fight in the middle of an abandoned Walmart Parking Lot!'

"Four am is much too early for me--I'd rather be sleeping. Afternoon, however..."

[mouthofnutt]

Who in Louisville KY with a BBC and want it sucked on the low. Inbox me

[contingencyprocessor]

{ @best-head } Hooking his digits into the back of Red's collar faring, Prowl's face came into view. "Fuel."

Red Alert had heard his approach, recognizing the pede falls as Prowl instantly—most bots having a very distinct walk cycle, often affected by their weight and the way they carried themselves—though he still wasn't prepared to be scruffed like some…new spark.

"Prowl—" He turned to face the other with a heavy vent, but was suddenly cut off with a direct order. "I was…just on my way to the kitchen, yes." Which wasn't a total lie, he hadn't been on his way towards the kitchen—he just hadn't exactly had fueling on the mind.

[oreoship]

!! best-head

Send ‘!!’ and I’ll write a para description of your muse from mine’s perspective:

This is based on what Jazz know’s of Prowl in general. and your response in the dm. Tis long also.

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Sitting on the buildings legs Jazz looked down at Prowl as he moved about. Dull paint still gleamed in the fading light and Jazz smiled as he watched the praxian. Prowl was trying so hard, even though others still didn’t accept him he was trying and that mattered to Jazz. It was the effort, the fact Prowl wanted to be better even though he didn’t need to be and was putting out to make right for what he deemed wrong.

There had been so much that was dubbed wrong of the poor tactician, and while there were definitely gray areas, Jazz didn’t think the mech should be faulted for any of it. It was war and they had been soldiers. Everyone that fought knew that every battle meant their life was on the line and Prowl had worked the numbers, fought the odds, and while he lost some, even gave up some, Jazz saw the whole picture. He knew that while letting one mech die saved an entire squadron, so many felt that Prowl’s scarifies deemed him no better than a con.

It was infuriating for Jazz seeing how hard his friend was trying and still paying. He had done crimes far, far worse, and not a single mecha asked him to pay. No one attacked or shamed him. Jazz had hurt many, broken them, and worse still he let most live. He had raped and brutalized mecha on both sides, he had tortured and killed on both sides, he did what he felt he had to and wanted to. But no one would blame him even though he told them too. They all wanted to blame the one mech that had tried to save them. Save who he could and should. If it wasn’t for Prowl the war would never have been won.

[helliontwins]

@best-head

This is fitting for our earlier joking.

[madisonxrussell]

{ best-head } "No- just that one."

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Giving an unimpressed look, she replied a little louder, “All cops are bastards.” 

[patchotpayathoughts]

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Hindi siya nagbabye sakin! Ako lang hindi niya ni-hug. Alam ko paiyak na s’ya eh! Well, its okay. Alam ko kasi love nya kame ni Arch. May God bless you always, good fat man! Thank you for inspiring me to stay good even when attacked. ☹️ Naiiyak akoooooo! Bumabalik lahat ng panahon na ramdam na ramdam ko na may nang-iwan sakin. Pero ganon talaga. Tuloy padin ang life. We will stay be masaya kase may plano si Lord. Yehee! 💯💛