space-bridge-to-nowhere:

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Happy birthday, G1 cartoon!

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Last Judgement (Closed RP)

thelibrarianpax:

Orion kept his helm bowed and his blue eyes focused on the ground as he strolled with the Master. Most perceived his humble pose as a form of submission, but the interpretation was only partially true. It was difficult to walk briskly while wearing the long, light blue sash that dangled from his hips. Orion often worried that he would trip over its end. It was soft and exquisitely made, that much was true, but the mech did not understand the tradition of dressing ranking Temple affiliates in limiting cloths just as he did not understand the accusations the Temple held against the titan imprisoned below the polished floors. He was beginning to think it was only done out of ceremony. “I…I do not fully grasp the severity of his crimes, sir. He seemed angry, but he did not seem, ah, violent. Are you certain he is the herald of darkness?”


"I heard he crushed a guard against a stairwell wall as he was being led away," Lumens answered, bored, and unphased by Orion’s soft gasp. "And that is only the latest entry to a long list of fiendish activities he has committed. Killing for sport for one…"

Orion’s optics opened wide. “Truly? Is the guard alright?” he inquired, leaning closer to hear the Master’s words.

"Mmn. His condition is…uncertain," the older mech replied, quickly licking his upper lip with a thin glossa. "What is certain is that this Megatronus is dangerous no matter if he is or is not the Chaos’ Bringer’s prophet." He stopped in his tracks in the middle of the slowly dimming hall, and clasped Orion’s gentle, blunt hands between his own. "Primus will forgive the wicked in the Well, Orion Pax, but it up to us to ensure the Well continues to exist. If Chaos is allowed to grow and run rampant through mechs like Megatronus, our life, our future, and our Primus is threatened." Lumens’s optics narrowed before he continued. "But need not worry, child. He will be given three tests and held ‘til the end of the stellar cycle. If he is innocent he will be released to the state-authorities. If not…well, he will not be released until we know for sure that he is not the spawn of our deaths."

Orion, wipe eyed and all, slowly withdraws his servos from the elder’s grasp. “What will happen if he is the Son of Darkness?”

Lumen’s optics glinted and malice tainted his voice. “You need not worry about it, my child.”

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"It is up to us to ensure the Well continues to exist. It is up to us to ensure the Well continues to exist," Orion chanted under his vents, which fogged in the coolness of the dark corridors he crept down.

To his good fortune he had come during the changing of the guards, which made it undeniably easier to sneak down to the lower chambers.  Although Orion Pax was the Son of Light, his new position did not grant him many more privileges, especially not the ones that would allow him access to the lower levels. 

But tease a curious mech like Orion with a puzzle and the need to solve it will overwhelm his common sense, and Lumens had left him with just that.

Lumens’s explicit words of warning did not help.

Holding his sash in his arms, Orion Pax “tip-toed” down a flight of stairs to the lower landing “…they must have cleaned the wall,” he hummed out loud when he reached the bottom without finding a trace of spilled energon upon the flagged sheets of metal.

To his horror his words echoed across the dark hall. Pulling his limbs close to himself, Orion dared to softly call out to the mech that lurked within one of the shadowy cells.”…Hello?”

They were starving him. It was hardly an unusual punishment; miners were often starved if misbehaved or failed to meet their quota. Megatronus was used to running on a quarter tank, even despite his size and injuries. Still, he had the feeling that the reason was more sinister. One of Unicron’s other titles was Devourer of Worlds.

He wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing his hunger. He’d rather let his tank rust away than give them another reason to cry Monster.

A low voice echoed through the corridor. The gladiator leaned close enough to the electric grid to feel the charge lick at his plating, trying to find the source. He hadn’t seen a guard in several kliks, and they didn’t talk much around the prisoners. Megatronus listened closer, but didn’t get up from his position on the floor. His damaged knee wouldn’t let him stand for long, and that time wouldn’t be wasted on some lost fanatic.

Even so, it would be unwise to let the opportunity to be one-on-one with someone inside go wasted. It was easier to open one person’s eyes than it would be to pry open hundreds. Silenced by the muzzle, the silver mech clanked his cuffs against legs to signal that he’d heard.

Let it be someone with a shred of decency left.

starscreamthefirst:

xxxsoundwavexxx:

The creature let out a confused snarl, feelers whirling wildly as the Seeker suddenly disappeared from the witchs view. Soundwave, or better his former self, might have seen through Starscreams charade but in his current state his processor was clouded by rage and the urge to destroy this impertinent intruder.

Too late did he notice that he had fallen for the Seekers trap, as a dozen bolts of lightning struck his frame, causing the witch to writhe and screech in agony.

Forgotten was the mech he had longed to see, his attention solely on Starscream now

Starscream…devour…suffer…ELIMINATE!!

Assaulted by a flood of negative emotions and curses spit in the Seekers general direction, Soundwave opened his maw ready to lunge at his opponent. He would just gobble this pest up so he could finally deal with his prized prey once more.

Starscream cackled as he watched his opponent suffer from the effect of his attack. He braced himself when he heard that garbled, echoing voice, knowing that the witch had to be very angry with him. All of his copies scattered, moving in different directions to thoroughly distract the witch. While it was busy chasing after one, he prepared to strike. 

As the creature focused its attention on one iteration of the Seeker, the others disappeared. When it opened its jaws wide and moved in towards him, he couldn’t escape. Starscream was caught in its great big mouth and gone without a trace.

When he was sure Soundwave believed to have gotten rid of him, the real Starscream came down on the head of the creature. Before the witch could grab him or swat him away, he summoned another bolt of lightning to strike the monster’s cranium.

When Megatron first came to, he expected to be in his room. It was dark, but there were stars, so this was not the case. Were they jewels?

"Soundwave…" Shaking his helm, the warlord looked up to see the enormous beast writhing in agony, Starscream poised above it to strike. "No!" Leaping to his pedes, Megatron ignored the burn in his limbs, extending his sword and engaging the Dark Energon all at once, despite the weapon’s cries for him to slow down. The length of the violet blade lit up as the warlord swung it towards the Seeker, sending a shock wave of energy hurtling towards the silver speck. 

Starscream had speed on him. Megatron could only go so fast even with the dark energon enhancing his systems.

//Fighting Starscream will only do so much. We need to stop Soundwave without killing him or he’ll destroy us all.// The Decepticon leader laid a hand over his subspace compartment, optics set in a determined glare.

"I will make him remember!" 

anjian:

(Now with less subtlety and lighting in the style of fayren)

((Sorry that I’ve been kind of absent recently. I had a wedding to attend this weekend and then today I got a root canal! Yay to one, dear god why to the other. I’ll be more active when I’ve recovered a bit.))

slitheringink:

artofcarmen:

sheepuppy:

korriganbleedingink:

suck-my-bumblebee:

fyeahwhovians:

pumpkinskull:

raygender:

pumpkinskull:

themediafix:

Breaking news: The D.C. Appeals Court just killed Net Neutrality.

This could be the end of the Internet as we know it. But it doesn’t have to be. 

Tell the FCC to restore Net Neutrality: http://bit.ly/1iOOjoe

can someone explain this to me with small words

they want to make the internet like tv. with channels and paying to get to specific websites and things. net neutrality = not doing that

i do not approve in the slightest

This impacts every internet user. Please signal boost the hell out of this and sign the petition if you are American

Frickin Frack this is important, please sign!

Oh what the fuck. 

signed!

I do not reblog things like this very often, but this affects me both personally and my business as a freelance artist.

In the economy here; cash is already strapped as it is. You bet your ass companies would suck the ever living life out of misc. art sites.

I don’t want it to ever come down to me choosing between groceries or purchasing a new tier package via comcast to be able to access tumblr or DeviantArt (let alone not guaranteeing I’ll even be seen by my customer base since they may not want to pay out their asses either). It doesn’t seem important to most, but I do 90% of my business online entirely.

Please sign up, fight for this and share it with your followers/friends/family and urge them to give them hell as well.

Not writing related, but this is incredibly important. While we pay for service via ISPs, the internet has been a relatively free space where everyone, no matter their income level, is able to connect, access a wealth of information, and express themselves. The Internet has become a major part of our culture as human beings and the notion that ISPs might be able to limit what sites I can access unless I pay them more is utterly sickening. A lot of us are cash strapped as is, and I’d rather not be limited even more by someone else’s greed. Net Neutrality is essential and I hope you guys will understand why it needs to remain.

-Morgan

P.S. Signal boost this if you’re able.

mighty-megatron sent: *Megatron enters the medbay, looking the patient over. At least he seems repaired.*

st3v3-the-eradicon:

mighty-megatron:

st3v3-the-eradicon:

Steve gulps, hurriedly straightening up.  He thinks to stand and salute but vertigo washes over the drone.  Blinking the lights out of his optics he simply sits as straight as he can and salutes his leader.

"M…my lord…  to what do I owe the—…?"

This earns a disbelieving stare from the warlord.

"You could have been killed and he seems keen only on maintaining his "innocence". Do you condone his behavior?”

"No! No I… I don’t think what he’s done is good… And I’m… I’m terrified that he might keep it up…

I just… I just don’t think hurting him will solve anything… It would only make him more defensive and bitter… I know it sounds stupid but maybe if he was shown mercy just once…

…I don’t know, m’lord. I just feel like… In the long run harming him solves nothing.”

Steve wants to curl in on himself and look away. He knows he sounds stupid in front of his leader. One act of mercy wouldn’t change his former-mate. It would probably only encourage him to think he was right and continue his escapade.

"…It’s not my place to question your decision though, sir… Forgive me."

Such naivete. Can he really still see the world in such a warm light?

"… I have shown him mercy in the past. He would not be alive if I had not. But I cannot allow Starscream to threaten the safety of my soldiers like this. He let this happen to you, his mate. Imagine what he could do with that kind of disregard."

"If you are still defending him, I will not kill him over this. But neither will I see this behavior go unpunished."

the-scrappy-stinger sent: (bridges in as quietly as he can; on Earth time, he assumes other bots are asleep) M'lord?

the-scrappy-stinger:

mighty-megatron:

He may have removed the blanket from the foot of his berth and laid it over his desk. He’d been to Bumblebee’s house and taken note of the nest.

"What is it that’s keeping you from your house I wonder?"

(hops up onto the desk, folding the blanket up into a mat and covering himself with his travel ducky blanket) Atmospheric energon so thick that it leaks into my systems and overcharges me if I stay in it. 

(tiny little yawn) Whole house is glowing blue…

Atmospheric… I trust this isn’t a usual occurrence. 

the-scrappy-stinger sent: (bridges in as quietly as he can; on Earth time, he assumes other bots are asleep) M'lord?

He may have removed the blanket from the foot of his berth and laid it over his desk. He’d been to Bumblebee’s house and taken note of the nest.

"What is it that’s keeping you from your house I wonder?"

the-scrappy-stinger:

My Lord Megatron? Weird things happened in my dimension, and I can’t go back just yet. 

Do you have a place I could sleep for a few days?

::Of course, Bumblebee. You have my coordinates, I can make arrangements easily.::