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The next part of my stupid oc's backstory 'cause why not
When Flashbang came too, he was on a medical berth, a medic hovering over him. Flashbang couldn’t quite think at the time, but looking back he found this rather odd; who in the known universe would go through a raging inferno to save a probably-offline Decepticon?
The medic noticed he was awake, and spoke, “Your stabilizers have been replaced and your frame repaired. Though you will be unable to function properly for a long while, you should eventually make a full recovery.”
Her voice was firm, yet oddly comforting; a tone Flashbang had only ever heard from Autobot field medics. This put him on edge.
“Where am I?” It was less of a question and more of a demand.
The medic sighed, “You’re in a medical facility on Luna 1.”
Luna 1? He was back on Cybertron!? In Autobot territory?!
Flashbang shot upright. He quickly jumped off the medical berth, only for his stabilizers to give out. He managed to brace himself on the edge of the berth as the medic frantically called for him to calm down.
He swiped at the medic with a clumsy servo, his sharp digits grazing her chassis. “Get back!” he shouted at her.
She backed up with her servos raised. “Please, calm down! You are not in danger!”
Flashbang didn’t believe that. He let out a tsk. Or tried to. What came out was more like the sound of dropping a ball on a body of water.
He paused. Suddenly, he was no longer concerned with his location, as previous events came rushing back to him.
He had been blown up. He lost both his stabilizers and his lower jaw. His stabilizers had been replaced and his plating looked shiny and new, but something was missing.
He reached up to feel his faceplates, only to find a battle mask fixed onto them. He let go of the berth and fell to his knees, his optics wide with horror. This couldn’t be real. This couldn’t be happening.
The medic approached him. “Shall we begin your treatment?”
I was watching tfone for the 17th time, and I was like,
Y'know the Orion Pax in this movie doesn't really act like all the other Orion Paxes. He acts more like Hot Ro-
Oh.
Oh.
I see where this is going...
Thank you!
So I just found out I have 52 followers???
Thank you all so much I'm actually crying this is incredible
Okay, so I've been in a writing mood lately, and I was like, what if I finnally put down this entire epic saga I have in my head down on paper. (Well, down on google docs) So then I was like, ykw I kinda like this, maybe other people will, so I'm posting it here. This is about my main Transformers OC, and I would really like y'all to give me thoughts on it. (Also this is just the first tiny little bit in a very long series so-)
Flashbang was a very successful Decepticon. He always followed the rules, always came out on top, always gave his every being to the Decepticon cause. So when Megatron gave him the promotion of a lifetime, it wasn’t the biggest surprise.
Flashbang had met other Decepticon assassins before, and most of them were adept in mele; sneaking up close and going for the throat. Flashbang, however, was much more handy when it came to ballistics. Though still very capable with such weaponry as an assassin’s dagger, he was a sharpshooter at his core. He excelled behind a sniper rifle, and even more when it came to executions.
It was on his 9th mission that it all went wrong. Flashbang had made quite the name for himself. His last eight missions had been roaring successes. When Lord Megatron sent him to get rid of a high-risk senator on Velocitron, Flashbang jumped on the opportunity. He was gaining traction fast, and this would make him even more famous.
Flashbang, young and gung-ho, knew that if he continued to climb at this rate, he might even be made Decepticon elite.
He got into position on a roof a few buildings away from his target, making sure to keep his excitement in check as he got down and propped up his precision blaster. He took aim, and just as his digit brushed the trigger, he heard a voice.
“I don’t think so, Decepticon scum!”
Flashbang whipped around, but before he could see anything, his entire world was engulfed in a white light. His audial receptors rang horribly, and he felt weightless. He hit hard against something - the balcony of the opposite building, he guessed - and quickly lost consciousness.
When he regained consciousness, he was surrounded by flames, screaming from every direction. Then the pain hit him. He tried to call for help, but his voice box must have been jammed, because only static came from him. He lifted a servo to his throat, and then he felt his jaw. Or rather, the lack thereof. He lifted his servo higher, only to feel his top row of dente.
He looked down, panicked, only to become more so. Through the flames and the horrible searing pain, he saw what had become of his body. His stabilizers were gone, and his frame was a mangled mess of protruding circuitry and burnt plating.
His processor chose then to shut down.

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The library I go to has a station where you can pay ¢50 to make your own pin <3
My collection is growing
Okay, so I was looking at @keferon's mecha pilot Jazz au, and I just had to write abt it because oml the angst
Also, keep in mind I haven written anything in a very long time
Thank you @boredandblank and everyone who got me to 100 reblogs!
look down
why is he sexy while murdering his friends
So ture
Okay, so I was looking at @keferon's mecha pilot Jazz au, and I just had to write abt it because oml the angst
Also, keep in mind I haven written anything in a very long time
Sketches I neglected to post <3
Based on the fic Return Me to the Stars by prisonmechanic on ao3

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Gotta love Cyberverse SoundRod <3
Imagine you got turned into a mech and teleported to the middle of the Quintesson attack on Cybertron. But the catch is - all the characters whose Transformers toys/figures you own are in your squad and they are on your side.
If you have two Megatrons or like three Ratchets you can have all of them. Can't wait to see if someone's squad is just them and their 200 Bumblebees
On a scale. How fucked are you?
I'm fucking dead/Quintesson's slave
Kind of miserable and suffering
Eh It could've been worse
You know what. I have a pretty solid team!
I'll need like 5 minutes to save the entire Cybertron
Me and my 15 Rodimus Primes/Hotrods/Hotshots
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This is the epitome of my artistic talent
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