To Be A King Means To Drown In The Blood Of Your People.

[Here is part 1 and part 2 of this idea. Please read both of these before continuing on.]

He didn't even register this fist slamming into Starscream's face until he hear the jet's back slam into the wall behind him. As the sound reverberated in Megatron's audials, he could only stare in horror as he watched Starscream pick himself back up and bring a hand to his face, energon coating his digits. Megatron took a step forward, his anger quickly fading away into horror as he realized what he'd just done. He reached out, an apology on his lips. "Starscream, I.." Starscream only turned away, his expression was morphed into one that the ex-warlord had been unable to properly decipher in the moment. Starscream just let out a heavy vent and returned to laying on the berth in the brig, quietly speaking one last time. "It's just as I thought... you'll never change... just leave me alone. Let me rust away in peace." Megatron felt himself at a loss for words, all he could bring himself to do was comply with Starscream's demands and leave him in the brig. The words uttered by his former second in command, digging their way into his spark. As Megatron left the brig and made his way to the main deck of the ship, he was left coming to terms with all the events that had just transpired. His gaze rested upon his fist, his tanks churning when he saw the faint traces of Starscream's energon on his knuckles. One thing that didn't add up to Megatron had been Starscream's expression. The jet's expression was not one of smug pride that he got under Megatron's plating again, it wasn't one that was happy to be right about his former leader's attempts to atone... no. Starscream's expression had been one of disappointment and slight bitterness. Megatron continued to walk, thinking about the entire interaction that would have brought reason for Starscream making such an expression. He stopped in his tracks when he finally realized it. 'Bots like us don't change... anyone that says so is fooling themself.' Starscream wanted to be wrong, wanted what he said to not be true. He wanted Megatron to be a changed bot, because if he was then it meant Starscream's belief in being unable to change was false. If Megatron was capable of changing, capable of not lashing out at Starscream's responses, then he would have proven Starscream wrong... and that in turn would have led Starscream to believe there was hope for him to be capable of changing too. To be more than Starscream the duplicitous backstabber. But Megatron reacted with violence towards Starscream again, and to Starscream that was enough to believe that there was no hope for either of them. Megatron never felt more defeated.

for the first time

i look around…

and i am startled by how real everything is

(i am no longer a ghost)

Alright so fun thing I’ve been doing, I usually write fics on my off time on my phone during work, but because the Docs app can be finicky when offline, I sometimes can’t access my current wip, so I’ve started prep work on two other fics for TGT lol.

enamorados

Reblogging because more e-sims to Gaza means that we can keep communications running to them! Give what you can, whether it's a simple 3$ e-sim or a 35$ e-sim, every little bit helps!

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The smiles they all have on their faces too. Absolutely perfect.

It's a constant amusement while watching the series.

Hello yes? I would like 100 of these pictures, LOOK AT HIM!!

A little vent piece

I'm currently writing a new part for the Tom Gets Therapy series. This time it focuses solely on Tord's perspective, and I'm facing a problem.

See, when I first wrote TGT, I had the intent of just making it a one and done fic. So Tom's mannerisms in therapy were ones I frequently showed when I was in therapy with my better therapist. The scratching into the arm chair had been something that I did, the more erratic talking and the need for a break. All of that was how I was in therapy when I had a good therapist.

So writing Tord's therapy, I want to portray how drastically different his experience is with Tom's. Tom is comfortable in the office and with his therapist. Tord is not, he hates the office and while he can appreciate his psychotherapist's more blunt nature, she can be very pushy about the topics they'll be talking about. She is the one that is forcing him to talk about his old friends and he is uncomfortable the whole way through.

Naturally I dive into my own past experiences and use them like I did for Tom's situation right? Welllll I may have gone too deep. I went through several family therapists thanks to the divorce and custody battle with my mom and dad, so bad experience on top of bad experience... these therapists were chosen by my dad and anything I told them would be told to my father and then used against me, it built up so much mistrust and resentment when I should have just been given mental health care... so needless to say, this is going to take me a while and I think I need to go cry. This sucks, I thought I was over this shit.

I hate everything about these pallets.... but now you've challenged me, and I will do all of these, mark my fucking words.

on a whim I made a palette game dedicated to…. UNUSUAL color palettes. feel free to participate in any way you’d like

anyways send me some requests and a palette combo and i’ll try to draw stuff for my own challenge lmao (though i might just draw stuff on my own idk)

The red bandit visits a new place!!!