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A wonderful commission of Sentinel and his (Golden Age) conjunx endura Galeforce @sancti-luminis under the mistletoe by @galacticproblems … thank you!!!
Store called Gearhomies offers blankets with my (badly cropped) square bois. I bet no one would actually buy it, but I demanded they remove that offer (and other products with stolen art) from their store. The only thing they had to say yesterday was that they’re sorry and “It is coincident” whatever that means. This blanket and others are still available in the store.
If you want to help me kick their butt you can report their FB sites (Gearhomies and Gearhomies Store), write a bad review or send them a message calling them art thieves. That’s all I can think of. Thank You!
Hey please take a moment and go report these assholes if you have a chance, they’ve stolen other art as well and it looks like they plan to keep doing it which really sucks and hurts original artists trying to sell their own products,
REBLOG IF YOU ARE HELLA BORED AND WOULDN’T MIND SOME CURIOUS ANONS.
He was looking at a pale sun rise Thinking back on the time gone by How he loved and he laughed and he cried How it all was a blink of an eye Now he's looking at the shake in his hand Thinking how much more of life can he stand And how many years can he cram Before his fate gives way and he's ash in the sand And is it the last stop on the road Or the next step in a path grand and unknown A milestone formed from the fruits of his ways Okay in what comes with the end of his days
But the sun's rays shine on a face so divine "An angel of mine" goes the phrase in his mind
Wise to the signs, knowing soon is the time
But he isn't ready to say goodbye
Hold on
He's waiting between worlds
Zack Hemsey - Waiting Between Worlds
‘He was looking at a pale sun rise, Thinking back on the time gone by, How he loved and he laughed and he cried, How it all was a blink of an eye, Now he’s looking at the shake in his hand, Thinking how much more of life can he stand, And how many years can he cram, Before his fate gives way and he’s ash in the sand, And is it the last stop on the road, Or the next step in a path grand and unknown, A milestone formed from the fruits of his ways, Okay in what comes with the end of his days, But the sun’s rays shine on a face so divine, “An angel of mine” goes the phrase in his mind, Wise to the signs, knowing soon is the time, But he isn’t ready to say goodbye,’
Pucifer - The Humbling River
Nature, nurture, heaven, and home Sum of all, and by them, driven To conquer every mountain shown But I've never crossed the river
Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own Yet I'm helpless by the river
Angel, angel, what have I done? I've faced the quakes, the wind, the fire I've conquered country, crown, and throne Why can't I cross this river?
autobot-scout-riella:
“Wish someone had mentioned that part before I signed on for the war.” Riella tries to take another drink, and realizes her cup is empty. That’s a shame. “So much for gloriously upholding justice and peace. Turns out Autobot loyalty meant fuck-all.”
She suspects she’s going to regret telling him that much later, but right now she’s exhausted and angry and she doesn’t care.
“Tagon Heights. Blackout had a…a concert, there, and we were on our way home afterward. I don’t know if they found us through the concert, or if they knew about it in advance and just waited until afterward to ambush us.” There’s tears in her optics again, and she blinks them away angrily. That was a good night, and they’ve retroactively ruined it.
“Prowl took a personal dislike to me back in the day, and he had a handful of friends-and-followers who took it further. I don’t know if any of them are even still alive. The Prime–uh, the other Prime–shut it down, but I don’t know who else believed the rumors.”
“Prowl?” At that, Sentinel furrows his brows. The Prowl he knew was unendingly, bafflingly, irritatingly logical, and well, the Prime wouldn’t think the tactician would just take a disliking to someone without reason. Then again ...
Then again, Riella isn’t difficult to dislike.
“Interesting,” is all he follows up with, pouring her more of the bathtub moonshine, and getting a second cup for himself. “I will speak to him and see what he says.” He won’t say that it sounds a bit out of character for Prowl, even if it does. Stranger things have happened.
“Was there anyone else besides this Sunblast character? I assume it wasn’t just him involved in the attack.”
autobot-scout-riella:
Riella takes advantage of the pause to swallow more grog. She needs it. This is the last place she wants to be, and the last person she wants to be talking to, but it has to be done if she wants her family to live.
“They called themselves Autobots. I think it’s pretty clear what they are–I don’t like it either, but they’re not anything else. They’re from my faction and they want me dead.” She gulps down more of her drink, knowing full well it won’t do anything to hide the sudden tears in her optics. At least she can blame them on the strength of whatever the grog is made of.
“He implied someone had given him orders, but he didn’t say who or even confirm that orders really existed. For all I know, he was trying to make me think it was more official than it was–though Autobot Command doesn’t much care for me, either.”
Sentinel types a few notes on his datapad, names and details from her story. He sighs. “I was not around for much of the war, but from what I gathered, neither side is lacking guilt for crimes committed,” he mutters as he types. “That’s how war works. It isn’t glorious, it isn’t beautiful, it isn’t really even heroic. It just is.”
No, he wasn’t around for this war. But the one that destroyed most of their kind wasn’t the only war Cybertron has ever fought, either.
“Autobot Command. Who are they?” asks the old Prime. “Autobots and Decepticons were officially disbanded as organizations and there is no Autobot Command anymore. However, if someone in the previous upper structure didn’t care for you, and is still around -- that is a place for me to start looking into this mess. Also, where did this happen? I’m unsure if you mentioned it.”
𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 — 𝐎𝐋𝐘𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒
𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐄 : laughter-loving , sweet smiles , dressed in silk and satin , flower in their hair , thrives on attention , sees the world as a runway , the sea washing their ankles , in love with love , stirrer of passion , cunning concealed by painted lips , secret daggers , doves , revolution in their kiss , delighting in the waves , flirtatious winks , strolling along the beach , staring wistfully from a balcony , this is how to be a heartbreaker , wants to be adored
𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎 : glitz and glamour , art galleries , turning the volume up , being made of gold , neatly-organized music sheets , notebooks filled with poetry , bathing in the sunlight , the powerful urge to create , collecting vinyl records , beautiful cover of Wonderwall , playing multiple instruments , tasting like sunshine , healing touch , speaking in prophecies , shunning lies , sporting shades , hanging out at music festivals with their friends , sleeps naked , arrow to the heart , paint brushes , probably has a Tinder account
𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒 : armed for battle , wants to raise a dog with their significant other , soft spot for children , gives piggyback rides , scarred body , blood on their hands and face , willing to fight the world for the ones they love , fights against injustice , warm hugs , well-worn combat boots , boxing gloves , bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles , fist raised in protest , ignites revolutions , fear is a prison , more sensitive than what their tough shell may have you think , exhausted , damaged goods , force to be reckoned with , red roses , curses under their breath.
𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐒 : keen senses of a hunter , freckles like constellations on their skin , piercing eyes , disheveled braid , moonlight peeking through the shadows , the calm of the forest at night , lying on the grass and staring at the stars , mother doe and her fawn , protecting their kin , the moon shimmering on a still lake , quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree , running with wolves , bonding while circled around a campfire , not being much of a people person , arrow hitting its target , popping egos , patience on 3% , touches heaven and returns howling
𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐀 : discerning gaze , unreadable face , the patience of a life-long teacher , quiet museums , owl perched on their finger , armor that intimidates , eye for architecture , plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses , studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid , big fan of logic , loves brain teasers , go-getter , balls of wool displayed on shelves , ancient buildings , sweaters in neutrals and cool colors , hair done up , can kill you with their brain , heads to the library often to research , sharpened pencils , abs that can cut steel , stoic statues , pottery classes
𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 : soil-covered hands , smile that can bloom flowers , skin loved by the sun , being the mom friend , can lift you and all of your friends , flowers kept in the pockets of overalls , takes pride in their beautiful garden , speaks to their plants , leaves rustling in the wind , stalks of wheat , picking fruit , greenhouses , heart as strong as a mountain , values simplicity , daisies dotted across a collarbone , curls crowned with flowers , folded pile of sweaters in warm hues , pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air
𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐒𝐔𝐒 : drunk shitposter , on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second , seductive smirks , untamed curls , rich fabrics on dark skin , sleek-furred panthers , theater masks , stage productions , receiving a standing ovation , rose caught between their teeth , being the baby of the bunch , wild parties that last from sundown to sunup , creeping vines , inspiring loyalty , grand opera houses , masquerade balls , rolls of film , shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor , pouring champagne into flutes , lives for the applause
𝐇𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐒 : the calloused hands of someone who knows labor , sweaty brow , flame burning in their eyes , inventive mind , broad shoulders , steampunk goggles , nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes , ashes , striking a match , blueprints for future projects , fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades , wrestles with bitterness , work boots have seen better years , wrinkled plaid shirts , iron melted by blazing fire , huge jackets , crafting masterpieces , greased-stained overalls , fascination with robotics , pain is fuel , stack of weaponry , even their muscles have muscles
𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐀 : resting bitch face , dressed to the nines , cows grazing on a pasture , cool rain , loving and hating fiercely , hand clutching a string of pearls , large chandelier with glittering crystals , plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims , romance to realism , pictures of the sky while flying on a plane , files that under fuck it , downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix , like their selfie or you’re grounded , knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man , dark eyes that penetrate your soul , marble and gold
𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐒 : devil-may-care smile , ink-stained hands , always up-to-date on the latest technology , will steal your french fries , does it for the vine , shitposter , puts googly eyes on everything , meme hoarder , long drives on the highway , ma and pop diners ,spontaneous road trips , folded maps , fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop , shooting hoops on the basketball court , chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations , goes jogging in the morning , mixes red bull with coffee , menace on april fool’s , hoodies and sneakers
𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐍 : storm with skin , colorful coral reefs , waves crashing against the shore , the sea casting its spell , stroking the soft fur of a cat , their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop , tousled locks , clothes smeared with paint , owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more , leather jackets , fondness for diy projects ,handwriting that flows across the page , nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin , velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams , mood as ever-changing as the sea , the roar of a motorcycle , compass with a spinning arrow
𝐙𝐄𝐔𝐒 : thunder in their heart , running on coffee , flash of lightning , natural charisma , eloquence , badass in a nice suit , aficionado of history , force of nature , lenny face , pretends that they don’t have feelings but they do , nightmare-filled nights , proud arm around their lover’s waist , high-rise buildings , planes soaring through a cloudless sky , technician on the piano , maintains order , strong handshake , juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with apparent ease , most likely to be voted class president out of their peers , expensive watch , like a boss
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autobot-scout-riella:
“No offense, but it doesn’t matter what you want. If it’s what it takes to keep my family safe, I’ll do it.” Riella accepts the cup and gulps down a swallow, grimacing at the taste. She’s never been a fan of grog, but she’s going to need it to get through this.
“To make a very long and ugly story short, I was captured during the war, and when I got back, I was accused of giving up information to the Decepticons while I was held prisoner. I was eventually cleared, but not everyone believed it. You know what the rumor mill is like.
“There was an…incident…when Blackout–who I didn’t know at the time–was captured. I kept him alive, because I didn’t think it was right to torture a prisoner to death. He broke out. The base was destroyed. He had the chance to kill me, and didn’t take it because I let him live. Sunblast mentioned that as his supposed proof that I was conspiring with the Decepticons the whole time.”
She pauses, and waits. If Sentinel wants to question her version of events, now’s his chance.
He never was a big drinker back in his hayday, when stuff like high end engex was available. Nowadays, he finds himself far less busy on a day-to-day basis, and far more miserable in general -- the garbage grog people are brewing across the planet is good enough to soothe the ache (and fuel that sweet, sweet depression, but he digresses).
At least she takes the offered drink. The old Prime knows it helps soothe nerves. He ignores her jab about what he wants, barely resisting the urge to roll his optics at her. Riella wouldn’t be here unless she actually needed his help, and while he deeply dislikes her, helping the people is literally his job. After so long, it’s practically written in his code.
So Sentinel Prime listens. It is an ugly story, by the sounds of it.
“So this Sunblast and his team of ... whatever they were, or are, took it upon themselves to hunt you down for treachery. Or did he mention it was orders from someone? If it goes higher than just them, I’ll need to find where the orders came from.”
autobot-scout-riella:
“We’re safe. For now. They’ll find us eventually–it’s not like no one knows where we live, and they’ll talk to the right person sooner or later.” Riella hopes it’s later, but she’s under no illusions. They’ll be found.
“Look, I don’t care what happens to me. If they won’t be satisfied without a body, fine, I’ll take the fall for whatever they want to pin on me–but not if my family’s in the firing line. I just want them safe.”
Sentinel scowls. “Stop that. I don’t want anyone taking the fall for anything they don’t deserve to take the fall for,” he insists, reaching up to rub the bridge of his ‘nose’.
“Okay. Start from the beginning. Tell me who these people are, that you know of, what you did that angered them, and exactly what happened to you, your mate, and your child. I need the full story from you, and I would also like to talk to him and get the story from him as well.” The old Prime fills his cup with grog, and offers it to her. “Here. Now, please, tell me everything you know.”
Attempt defenestration sucks, kiddos, don’t do it.
Looking at you Sentinel.
Yeeting your pocket assassin is apparently good for seven years bad luck.
Sorry, Jazz.
Jazz knew he could've done a dozen of other things, such as throwing something at the Prime, but he had a much better idea. All the spy had to do was lay in wait and quite literally fall on Sentinel Prime; which is exactly what he did when the Prime opened the door. "Vibe check!" (sanguiinx)
Of all the things the ruling Prime would have expected, someone jumping onto his head from above his office door isn’t one of them.
Obviously someone broke into the office and is now trying to kill him.
Obviously.
Sentinel yells (it’s pretty unmanly honestly) and grabs for whoever it is, intent on hurling them across the office.
Sorry, Jazz. Reflex.
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