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[dracaenix]

@alcorian I'll be tagging you in each of the posts about the fic (I learned how to tag people)

This is only a small preview, barely above 200 words, the actual preview will be 1k words.

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“You have to stop.” Drift panted, driving his blade into the ground. He was kneeling, Bumblebee standing over him, though he wasn’t in the best shape either.

“I…I can’t…” Bumblebee mumbled, lowering his plasma cannon slightly. He looked guilty, sad. It was pathetic for someone who the Decepticons have been relying on for centuries.

“I will tell him. I will take that chip from off your hip and tell him.” Drift seethed, grabbing Bumblebee by the collar, pulling him closer and shaking him. It caught the smaller bot off guard, not bothering to try and shoot the samurai. He could very well take Soundwave’s communication ship and tell Optimus. But he hasn’t. Not yet. He’s giving him a choice. A choice he doesn’t deserve.

“I’ll…I’ll stop. I’ll stop.” Bumblebee said, placing a hand on their wrist. They still looked guilty. Sad. Conflicted. It was pathetic. Drift scowled at him before releasing him, venting out a puff of hot air. He nodded, grabbing his katana and sheathing it before walking away. Leaving bumblebee alone. He dropped to his knees, engine and vents roaring in effort as steam pooled out of his vents. He ignored it. It can be dealt with later. He can’t go back yet. Soundwaves communication device is burning and patronizing against his hip, but he can’t remove it. Not yet. He still has work to do. He still has work to do…

Dammit!

[ecomoe]

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[mercurydancer]

Hello just dropping by to say I love your content keep up the amazing job

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          Dex wiped his brow with his lucky towel, giving a soft hum as he looked out over his Diner.

          It was one of the few lulls in his day, he’d just finished the afternoon rush and things were settling, Hermione clearing away the last of her tables. There would be one or two stragglers coming in and then evening rush, but until then he could work on taking stock of what he had in his kitchen and get some of the prep work started. The last bit of dishes from the rush were being loaded into the dishwasher droid by FLO, the Droid able to handle the heat better between loads than Hermione.

          The sound of the door chime caused Hermione to perk her head up, and he watched as she went to exit the kitchen…

          And froze.

          Dex was immediately on alert, and FLO followed, Dex immediately going to support Hermione in…

          Dex looked out of the kitchen window and also froze, FLO rolling forward to look over his shoulder. Dex did not know how to describe the sound that came from her vocoder.

          Dex did not know how to describe the soft sound that came from him.

          There, standing in the doorway, was a sight that he had never before seen, had never expected to have seen, or ever dared to hope for.

          There, standing next to Mace Windu, his hand held tightly within the Jedi Master’s own…

          Was the smallest little Nightbrother that Dex had ever seen.

          And it was one he knew.

          Large golden eyes peered around at his Diner with wide-eyed curiosity, framed in very familiar black tattoos, their gaze sharp in a way that Dex did not normally see in one so apparently young… He was young…he was just…Dex had never seen him like this, had known him at the least by age sixteen, still young, still a kid…but not…not like this.

          Not like this at all.

          Hermione made a very soft sound low in her chest, and Maul blinked, those little ears pricking – and while they were so tiny they were also so big on that little frame, he hadn’t grown into them yet and he was so tiny… Those golden eyes finally flickered over to rest on Hermione, and then trailed over to FLO, and then finally landed on Dex himself.

          Dex always knew the signs of a child that had never seen anything like him before. He knew the blink, the way those eyes widened, dancing over his form from his crest to his four arms, and Dex was always delighted by it. Delighted by the way he could move one hand up to prop his chin, using another hand to prop his elbow, while two more fell on his hips and those kids ate it up.

          Maul, for that was who it was, stared at each of his arms with the kind of wide-eyed delight that Dex would never get tired of, before he looked up at his face again. Dex let his face pull into a wide smile, and Maul blinked, his eyes dancing over his expression before slowly, hesitantly, Maul smiled back.

          Dex was going to die.

          “By the Force,” Hermione swore softly next to him, Dex concurred.

          He was missing a tooth.

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[wolveswarrior]

I just want to know that I need eight or nine pages to go, so I could make a trailer video on my YouTube channel.

So here is three pages out of eight.

[botherkupo]

Sneak peek of next chapter for A Lie for a Lie, ‘cause I think this one might actually take a while to get written. (sorry)

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Adrien collapses on his bed with a sigh, hitting the pillow face-first. His phone buzzes. He barely twitches.

The buzzing continues.

“You going to answer that?” Plagg asks.

Adrien shakes his head, face still mushed into the pillow.

“You sure? Because it looks like bakery girl is—”

“Marinette!” Adrien surges up and fumbles for his phone, almost knocking it off the bed.

[blissfulxivarchive]

Working on the Secret Garden. I am trying to figure out why can’t I place anything on that reads ‘tabletop’ on the platforms now. I adjusted the height and everything for the tier 3 fish tanks.