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who did his top surgery
experimenting
more four swords+Tomodachi life because mental health is kicking my ass uuuughhghhhhghhghhhhnnn
It’s kinda small so you might have to click on it to actually read it, sorry
Thank you Neotheater AJR for being free therapy.
My codependent yuri!!!
manifesttttuhhh.
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Honestly think it would be awesome if Nemesis and Optimus had like— fucked up, toxic yaoi. Depending on contunity, Nemesis was built by humans. Just imagine some underground government group building this machine for the Decepticons, in hopes of earning their favor. They’re discarded, of course, but Megatron can’t find himself to get rid of Nemesis. Would be excellent for a back up plan. Yet, Nemesis is very uncanny to the other bots.
He is a machine without a spark, purely running off earth oil. The fact he has feeling at all is a miracle, if not slightly miscued and slightly different with how they appear. The problem though is Optimus.
He is everything Nemesis wants to be. A leader, a friend, a machine with a spark. This jealousy brews inside him—so strong in fact, that he starts stalking him. He watches from afar, optics fixated on him. There’s times he wants to make himself known, perhaps even kill him. But he doesn’t. He watches in envy and obsessive anger that he can’t properly articulate. Little does he know, Optimus knows he’s watching.
Because, meanwhile, Optimus… is not doing so well himself. He’s questioning himself and his leadership. When everyone treats you as a godly figure who can do no wrong, you start to doubt yourself. So when someone sees you for exactly what you are instead of what others want you to be, you get addicted real fast. So they play this song and dance. The watching and pretending. It comes to a point that Nemesis wonders if it’s purely hatred anymore. If it’s something else. But he doesn’t understand. So he waits… and watches…
one william pages to read