Run On The Wrong Side

feel free to adjust pronouns / names as needed !

quotes taken from random sources or tiktok. i claim no ownership whatsoever.

❛   i’m supposed to be the one who protects you from monsters. i’m not supposed to be one.  ❜  

❛   if i could make a deal with god, and i’d get him to swap our places.  ❜  

❛  no one heard our screams for a long time.  ❜  

❛   i know so many last words. but i’ll never know hers.  ❜  

❛   there is a home for every departed thing.  ❜  

❛   it reminded me that i will never truly know you.  ❜  

❛   i also buried a part of myself alongside them.  ❜  

❛   after you died i could no longer hold a funeral. so my life became the funeral.  ❜  

❛   you don’t have to be awake to cry.  ❜  

❛   forgive me, for all the things i did. but mostly the things i didn’t do.  ❜  

❛   the human eye is the loneliest creation of all.  ❜  

❛   fairness is for happy people.  ❜  

❛   the things we lost will always be heavier than the things that stayed.  ❜  

❛   perhaps it is the greater grief, to remain on the earth when another is gone.  ❜  

❛   you stain the pages with yourself.  ❜  

❛   tears will not wash away the sorrow.  ❜  

❛   beautiful things grow a certain height and then they fall and fade off.  ❜  

❛    who in all these centuries has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?  ❜  

❛   i have scars on my hands from touching certain people  ❜  

❛   despite everything, i believe that people are really good at heart.  ❜  

❛   you tried to change, didn’t you?  ❜

❛   you can’t make homes out of people. someone should have taught you that.  ❜  

❛   i hid my deepest feelings so well, i forgot where i placed them.  ❜  

❛   we have no scar to show for happiness. we learn so little from peace.  ❜  

❛   i didn’t leave because i stopped loving you. i left because the longer i stayed, the less i loved myself.  ❜  

❛   at every moment in our life, we have one foot in a fairytale & the other in the abyss.  ❜  

❛   there are too many sad eyes on happy faces.  ❜  

❛   it’s strange, i felt less lonely when i didn’t know you.  ❜  

❛   things change, friends leave. life doesn’t stop for anybody.  ❜  

❛   it takes a lifetime to die, and no time at all.  ❜  

❛   i am deathly afraid of almosts. of coming close to what i want and then falling just a little short.  ❜  

❛   i felt your absence.  ❜  

❛   what do we do now, now that we are happy?  ❜  

❛    you honestly thought anybody would love you? purely and truly love you?  ❜  

❛   don’t stop looking. he deserves to know someone saw his end, that someone noticed him.  ❜  

❛    i can bear my pain so long as it has meaning.  ❜  

❛   i dont have a single friend - not one.  ❜  

❛   i’ve had more than enough pain in my life, what’s a little more going to do?  ❜  

❛    it would have been you if i met you first.  ❜  

❛    i really thought he was going to be my forever.  ❜  

❛    maybe in the next life it would work.  ❜  

❛   in spite of everything, you’re still you.  ❜  

❛   the dead have it easy.  ❜  

❛   there’s an ocean of silence between us, and I’m drowning.    ❜  

❛   there have been countless times in my life when i thought i’d be better off dead.  ❜  

❛   what on earth… have i become?  ❜  

❛   don’t look at me! i don’t … i don’t want you seeing me like this.  ❜  

❛   i wish i could’ve been like you.  ❜  

❛   your fate was sweeping you away, like a flood.  ❜  

❛   the future should know the mistakes we made.  ❜  

❛   of course you have. you feel guilt. you want redemption.  ❜  

❛   i’m here because you can’t accept what you’ve done. it broke you.  ❜  

❛   even now, after all you’ve done, you can still go home.  lucky you . ❜  

❛   you’re all that’s left, and we can’t live this lie forever.  ❜  

❛    prometheus gave us light, and warmth, and eternal damnation.  ❜  

❛   take a gamble that love exists, and do a loving act.  ❜  

❛    i know i ruined your life. i suffer for it every day.  ❜  

❛   don’t let yourself get killed for… for pride. i’ve seen it kill too many folk.  ❜  

❛    you and me, we ain’t decent… but those folk… they were.  ❜  

❛   we’re more ghosts than people.  ❜  

❛   despite my best efforts to the contrary… it turns out i’ve won.  ❜  

❛   i gave you all i had … i did.  ❜  

❛   this whole time, I’ve blamed myself for that decision.  ❜  

❛   do you think even the worst person can change…? That everybody can be a good person, if they just try? ❜  

❛   i don’t want to break their hearts all over again. it’s better if they never see me.  ❜  

❛   please leave me alone. i can’t come back. i just … can’t, okay?  ❜  

❛   no matter the struggles or hardships you faced… you strived to do the right thing, you refused to hurt anyone. ❜  

❛    people like you don’t ever want to be happy.  ❜  

Introspection

👁‍🗨 - what is a secret that your muse hasn’t told or is hiding

💬 - for my muse to directly say a secret or confession

⚪ - what are small things that mean something to your muse

🔴 - what are bigger gestures that are important to your muse

👌 - what are some of your muses quirks?

💦 - mannerisms that your muse has when they’re shy or nervous

💢 - mannerisms that your muse has when they’re angry or sad

🙌 - mannerisms that your muse has when they’re extremely happy

🤞 - what’s the most impulsive thing you can picture your muse doing

☠️ - does your muse fear death?

👻 - recall one or more times your muse has been the most scared or fearful

😠 - what is something or someone your muse has ever hated or hates

🏹 - would your muse ever kill and why

💢 - what would cause your muse to be annoyed

👍 - what are your muse’s good traits?

Flaws

👀 - is your muse prone to jealousy?

🖤 - can your muse be selfish?

❓ - can your muse be indecisive?

🙈 - can your muse be blindly loyal?

❌ - what would cause your muse to be petty or say something hurtful

🙊 - has your muse ever put their foot in their mouth?

💥 - is your muse reckless? or too cautious and paranoid?

🔷️ - is your muse good or bad at lying?

🤔 - is your muse cynical? naïve?

✋ - can your muse be rude or unfriendly?

🤝 - is your muse a people pleaser?

😔 - is your muse insecure?

🎭 - does your muse try really hard to compensate for something?

🤜 - is your muse overprotective? in-between? or not protective/concerned enough?

[A shake of the helm.]

Most I can do without either focusing for a few hours or being y’know. Beaten within an inch of my life is, well...

And oh, yeah, my fuel lines have been wrecked since the first beating- see?

[A shake of the helm.]

Most I can do without either focusing for a few hours or being y’know. Beaten within an inch of my life is, well...

::He is not my—!!:: [exasperated growling]

::Don’t touch him; he’s in there so Jazz — and now Prime, great— won’t find him. I have his ember signature shielded and everything, so don’t mess it up. Why are you poking around in the walls anyway? That hab was empty when I stashed him there.::

[Rodimus continues to stare at the pod- INCREDIBLY weirded out by this whole situation.]

[A break in conversation as Rodimus moves the dispenser back into place, dusting off still sore hands and wincing when he stretches his still damaged back.]

::He is not my—!!:: [exasperated growling]

::Don’t touch him; he’s in there so Jazz — and now Prime, great— won’t find him. I have his ember signature shielded and everything, so don’t mess it up. Why are you poking around in the walls anyway? That hab was empty when I stashed him there.::

[Rodimus continues to stare at the pod- INCREDIBLY weirded out by this whole situation.]

Fair- Fair enough.

[His voice is fading in an out- the last warning before his vocoder no doubt burns itself out completely.]

Has-Did he go after- after anyone else, tell me no one else got hurt I mean; so many have sparklin’s and I’d nevr forgive myself if.. if.

[It went unspoken, the “if they end up like me” at the end of his sentence. He simply quiets and looks away again, fidgeting nervously.]

…Where’s, uh. Where’s m’spoiler?

*after a minute, Bluestreak’s regained  just enough control of himself to sit upright again and place his hand over Rodimus’ mouth* Rodimus, babe, I love you, but you’ve got to stop talking - you’re going to break your vocoder and then I won’t get to hear your gorgeous voice later. So stop. And your spoiler’s set aside so we can do repairs before it’s reattached.

WHAT DID THAT SLIMY CIRCUITROACH EXOSKELETON TO DO MY BATCAT NIECEY.

[A weak rev of an engine- oh he is weak, he is tired but he is trying with everything in him now. Optics flash and a flicker of flame running diagonally over his abdomen and the tears are nearly streaming- every ounce of grief he swallowed down, every day he wasn’t allowed to mourn coming to the surface before finally he rests, hands twitching in familiar chiro patterns as his vocoder sadly fritzes again from previous damage. But he turns, he turns his head to look at Blue, and gives off a last low note of accompaniment.]

*he’s panicking a little, he doesn’t know what else to do, what else to say, the comfort Rodimus and keep him there with him - he can feel Rodimus’ hand moving, but he’s not all that familiar with chiro, unable to make it out*

Rodimus, please, love -

OPTIMUS, NO- Op…Optimus, what, where… Where am I- Blue? Skids?

[His shaking hands move to feel over his frame, swallowing down air like he was burning alive. He touches his throat, feeling the damage to his vocode as he finally fully hears the rasp and rattle of his breaking and broken voice.]

Free from- Is he dead, you destroyed his Matrix?

[Suddenly alert, optics narrow and bright and conniving just like he used to be- back before a false god and broken prophet tried to remold him into a broken tool.]

[His voice is fading in an out- the last warning before his vocoder no doubt burns itself out completely.]

Has-Did he go after- after anyone else, tell me no one else got hurt I mean; so many have sparklin’s and I’d nevr forgive myself if.. if.

[It went unspoken, the “if they end up like me” at the end of his sentence. He simply quiets and looks away again, fidgeting nervously.]

[A weak rev of an engine- oh he is weak, he is tired but he is trying with everything in him now. Optics flash and a flicker of flame running diagonally over his abdomen and the tears are nearly streaming- every ounce of grief he swallowed down, every day he wasn’t allowed to mourn coming to the surface before finally he rests, hands twitching in familiar chiro patterns as his vocoder sadly fritzes again from previous damage. But he turns, he turns his head to look at Blue, and gives off a last low note of accompaniment.]

*he’s panicking a little, he doesn’t know what else to do, what else to say, the comfort Rodimus and keep him there with him - he can feel Rodimus’ hand moving, but he’s not all that familiar with chiro, unable to make it out*

Rodimus, please, love -

OPTIMUS, NO- Op…Optimus, what, where… Where am I- Blue? Skids?

[His shaking hands move to feel over his frame, swallowing down air like he was burning alive. He touches his throat, feeling the damage to his vocode as he finally fully hears the rasp and rattle of his breaking and broken voice.]

Free from- Is he dead, you destroyed his Matrix?

[Suddenly alert, optics narrow and bright and conniving just like he used to be- back before a false god and broken prophet tried to remold him into a broken tool.]