#panzerverse

[otterkitty]

my sierpinski yarnball as of now

[endreal]

The two warriors stopped, raised hands to their eyes to shield from the horizon sun, sniffed the air.

Kantír addressed her companion. "Do you smell that, Liraeia?"

Both women spoke almost in unison.

"Onions—"

"Diesel—"

They looked at each other and grinned.

"We will have fun come nightfall."

[behindthenerd]

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for every “🌹” received in my inbox i’ll post one random sentence of a random WIP i’m currently writing

Uh, let's see... I've got this one Rodimus drabble I was doing for my friend's personal continuity. (Panzerverse) Now I'm gonna throw in a disclaimer that I don't write a lot and I post my writing even less but I mean... I think it would be fun to share a little of my noob writing.

Rodimus threw his knife into the wall then called it back with a magnetic flick of the wrist. And then flung it right back.

He was getting so good at this that he was now trying to make images out of the marks the knife left. Something crude and not something you'd want permanently marked into your wall. But he didn't care. It wasn't the worst he's done.

Gosh, this was killing him… All he’d ever known was struggle and strife. Be it on the streets of Nyon or as an Autobot. He couldn't remember the last time he actually had nothing to fight against. Though, sitting here, he felt like he was fighting against boredom. Ah, he was totally losing. Ugh, this sucked.

[endreal]

There's a granddaddy long legs in the corner above the shower! A new hero has arisen to answer the call of the Panzerverse!

[endreal]

It wasn't my intention to introduce new characters, but the allure of having a pair of tough as nails "wasteland warrior" amazons Conan-ing their way around turn of the century northern Louisiana was too charming not to use

[scintillating-galaxias]

making strika and termagax divorced grandmas with complicated pasta doused by political tension. hehe