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[inkuwago]

Clinical Trial doodles

In a fictional sense I just can't get enough of what they had so that reveal was heartbreaking to me. 💔

(more below, but be warned. MINORS DNI)

(please do not repost without my permission)

[generic-connor]

I am actively interested in toxic relationships in an RP setting. Not going to attempt to explain or justify my interests, but suffice to say... I prefer messy relationships over healthy and functional ones. I like healthy ships too, but they have to be built over a long time. Toxic ships, however, can set sail and crash and burn before the other healthy ship leaves the harbor. xD

Give me some unhealthy power dynamics with pre-deviant Connor and your muse! I LOVE to see how two clueless people can make or break their relationship together while stumbling blind through uncharted territory. I love messy relationships, twisted plots, and no guarantee for a happy ending.

Message me for my discord? The worst that can happen is we will not work out and you can always block me. :9

[new-berry]

Drunky my spell check elf keeps making Jobe ‘Kobe’ and it’s driving me quite barmy.

No content warning!

Just a nice picture.

[ohthesuspenders]

Things I thought were obvious before spending time on The Internet:

• Women are people

• Racism is bad

• Nazis are bad

• Pedophilia is bad

• LGBTQ+ people deserve human rights

• Serial killers shouldn’t be romanticized

• Parents shouldn’t abuse their children in any way

I really didn’t think these were “radical opinions”. I thought it was just common sense.

[shi1498912]

ADAM BUXTON - COUNTING SONG (BUG TV)

Counting is a lot of fun... or not...

[meridianbarony]

Paging @themegatrontrail and @shut-up-blurr to the front desk, please.

My fingers slipped (as they seem to lately), and I ATUE snapshot’d last night as I was getting ready for bed.

About 800 words, someone is mean to babies.

A Strongly Worded Letter

The young flier couldn't remember a time in his short life that he had been angrier.

He and the others knew from the get-go they would be in trouble for their prank, but it had been too good of a chance to pass up. So many grown-ups had grumbled about their mark when they thought the young mecha couldn't hear them, talking about lessons needing to be learned and fools needing to be made.

No one had ever reacted quite like Starscream had, to a fearsome four's prank.

The prank itself had gone off without a hitch: A chemical mist made up of.... borrowed medbay ingredients disguised as an altmode bubble trail had been misted over the older jet without a care in the world, as the other two of their racket had insisted to their parents that they needed to meet the visiting Autobot leader right now!! As to not catch the big truck in said misting. He had already been hit by the four during his visit, even if he didn't know it yet. 

The time-release had worked perfectly, and during a press conference on the bridge of the Lost Light, in view of crew, Cybertron, colony and Primus did the seeker begin to turn pink... though pink couldn't do it justice, really.

It was a florescent, luminescent fuchsia; and it crept from the top of his helm down as the chemical activated in a wave

He was a solid gory energon pink down to his hips in moments, and the stunned silence that rippled through the adults had sent the group of sparklings at the back falling over themselves in peals of hysterical laughter before they scattered in escape in their proto-alts.

Or at least, attempted escape.

The quartet had never encountered anyone like Starscream before, after all. A familiar voice twisted into a scream turned him on his ailerons and pushed his thrusters to full.

Fission didn't remember much past when his vision nearly redded out, aside from the singular concepts of an image: A malicious grin under blazing red optics, metal of Synchro's relatively soft wing bending against the immovable wall of the ship and lastly, the dropping of a corrosive payload that he certainly wasn't supposed to have in his subspace.

He must've gotten away, and transformed to get his damaged sister away too, as the next thing he recalled he was sitting in the medbay getting the worst of the scratches filled before he was to meet his fate locked away in the family hab- where the torture of pacing and waiting met him as his parents did damage control as best they could.

And so he paced, stomping his little pedes and swinging his fists impotently with each step as he mulled over the gruesome destruction of one of those fundamental laws- like gravity or the surety of his carrier's weekly lab lock-down-  of life aboard the Lost Light.

Grown-ups never hurt younglings.

Never ever.

And when they did it was always an accident followed up by sincere apology- even in the case of Whirl (after the administration lifted the order for Whirl to remain twenty mechanometers from any sparkling at all times).

Fresh anger bubbled up again inside Fission as he tried to think his way through the haze such strong emotions made in his processor.

Another circuit in the room, and Fission's optics caught for a moment on the console he and his sister had been given for supplemental learning and recreation. His pedes brought him over to it before his processor could catch up fully to his actions.

He couldn't help Synchro with being there or hiding in the vents or any sort of weapons, but he did have something their carrier and sire threw back and forth at each other constantly- words.

The search of bots in the vicinity told him all he needed to know about filling out the address line, and after a short struggle, Fission began to slowly attempt to type, keeping in mind the proper way to begin and end a letter as he had been instructed.

Dear Starscream,

I am Fission and I am writing to tell you that you are a bad grown up.

You hurt my sister because we made you pink and that was not nice, of you or us.

Her wing is bent out of shape. You have wings so I don't know why you would do that, other than being a bad grown-up.

Since you hurt Synchro, I'm not gonna share how to get the pink off.

I hope you stay pink forever and go away to the brig forever.

Sincerely, Fission of the Lost Light.

Ps: You are a slagger. I know that's a bad word but I'm already going to time out so I don't care.

Satisfied with his letter, Fission sent it off. With a solemn moment of reflection and grim satisfaction, Fission hopped down from the chair and plodded over to one of the berths to sit and await his fate and the scolding of a lifetime.