#; musing

okay fair warning this probably leans heavily on my own interpretations of Cazador and also Astarion and a bunch of the Cazador backstory in particular is pure headcanon

also fair warning there's discussion of abuse and sexual assault in here

BUT

TAGGED BY: @a-for-alternative

TAGGING: @xrphansrevival @93312639​ and I think everyone has been tagged already─

                                       ✧･ﾟ   𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄. MUSE EDITION

★  ⸻   WHAT'S YOUR PHONE WALLPAPER?

Scraggy ❥ My very first switchblade. Oh my, I still remember the first time I used it, a cute seven years old baby skinning alive frogs in the lab for anatomy studies purposes... How precise and quick it was cutting those tender liiiiitlle entrails...

★  ⸻ MOST RECENT SONG?  DESCRIBE YOUR BESTFRIEND

All bones that cannot contain the flooding of his identity crisis.

... Am I romantic, ain’t I?  ❥

★  ⸻   CURRENTLY READING?

Tarot cards ─ to fool fate.

★  ⸻   LAST MOVIE? BEST WAY TO DIE?

In the most dramatic way─ in einem Lagerfeuer in der Walpurgisnacht

and get back alive to scare ‘em all

★  ⸻   LAST SHOW?

Hannibal

★  ⸻   WHAT ARE YOU WEARING RIGHT NOW?

Naughty naughty aren’t we?

★  ⸻   HOW TALL ARE YOU? WHATS YOUR BEST QUALITY?

It depends what you think a best quality is─ But I am rather meticulous , if you ask.

★  ⸻   PIERCINGS / TATTOOS?  

So, so, so... Quinn has a dragoon tattooed on his back, a helix, and four lobo holes. Marcey has three tattoos: a little pink butterfly on her right hip, the name of her grandmother on her upper arm, and a clover upon her left brow. Two lobo holes and one tragus. Hanami is clean. Boring as fuck. No tattoos nor earrings. Matthew Coronell, on the other way, is the essence of a man living with metal blah blah blah...

★  ⸻   GLASSES / CONTACTS?

Speaking of─ wouldn’t I look awesome with a glass eye?

★  ⸻   LAST THING YOU ATE?

I tried worms, but I am not a fan of earthy stuff.

★  ⸻   FAVORITE COLOR(S)?

Black and red

★  ⸻   DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH RIGHT NOW?

Yes, against a car. Several times. Next time I am getting for the truck.

★  ⸻   FAVORITE FICTIONAL CHARACTER?

Jeff the Killer ─ people often tell me we look alike! ❥

★  ⸻   LAST PLACE YOU VISITED?

Eve bingo <3

Sorry Luffy; the distance between the strength of a Yonko and their Commanders is unfathomable.

Your only real chance is a combined effort with every hotshot you’ve got, but they’ll be preoccupied with the commanders, wont they? Maybe if Shanks made an appearance, it would be a different story but...

                                    ⌈  Blog Introduction  ⌋

◅ 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐! 

                                  ❛ I  AM LORD Starscream~  

aligned with NO SIDE    , 

                                         ――――――――     servant to NO ONE! ❜

It has been only a few months since Optimus’s ultimate sacrifice. Elita One could not stop thinking of it. How he left. All that time fighting for the world to be free again but he could not be there to see the freedom. The new world. Ever since the war ended there had been statues put up of those who fought alongside Optimus and of course, there was an Optimus statue. Once it was up Elita made a habit every day to go to the statue and talk to it as if it were actually Optimus. But it was just to show she was still thinking of him. Thankfully, not that many bots go near that area. It was mostly her.

Elita sighed to herself as she brought a book with her while she made her way to the statues. She held it in both her arms that crossed over her chest plating as she looked at the ground. It was one of Optimus’s favorites that he always read. She began walking over the bridge that hovered over water like substance. She soon stood among the Optimus statue and looked up at it. A small grin appearing at the corner of her lip plates. ‘’Hello, Optimus. I brought a book. One of your favorites!…’’ She chuckled to herself as she leaned against the railing that was closest to the statue.

‘’Would you like me to read it?” Elita asked and looked at the statue with a hopeful expression as if waiting for it to speak in return but nothing but silence. A frown fell upon her face, not liking the silence. Usually, Optimus was talkative when she was around so this felt odd. Her door wings also lowered to her back. She cleared her throat and laughed nervously at her self. ‘’Look at yourself Elita you’re talking to a statue. A statue!’’ She let out a heavy sigh as she looked at her reflection in the water like substance below. A sad face she had indeed. Even a tear dropping in the substance was seen.

Something suddenly sparked within her to look at the book in her arms and open it. She sat on the floor near the statue and began reading out loud…

Meanwhile in the realm of the Primes….

‘’Micronus- Please, help me unlock this weapon!’’

Optimus begged as he was being shot at from multiple directions from Micronus’s illusions. But no response from the first minicon as he just floated there and watched his brother suffer. Micronus had reasons for doing this. Optimus had to learn other ways of fighting instead of the easy way of talking out the information. Optimus was doing his best to block whatever was coming at him. He used many tactics he learned from war but it didn’t help much with this new weapon they gave him. He preferred his signature gun he used but the Prime’s won’t allow it. He was beginning to become frustrated. It was rare for the Prime to give up this easily but what the Prime’s gave him was difficult. The youngest Prime had many scratches and bruises on him at this point.

‘’Micronus-!’’

Optimus suddenly cried out as he got shot to the ground. He groaned softly while trying to get up.

‘’Get up, Optimus. You think someone’s gonna come rescue you like a fairy tale?’’ Micronus yelled at him.

‘’I-I can’t…’’ Optimus groaned in pain as he tried to get up again from falling the first time he tried to get up. He just couldn’t do it. ‘’Micronus please….’’ Optimus begged again while giving Micronus a desperate look.

The minicon noticed the look and let out a sigh, raising a servo to make his illusions stop and disappear. He knew that look Optimus gave. It was a look of doubt. ‘’Follow me, Optimus.’’ Micronus spoke.

Optimus let out a sigh of relief when everything stopped, soon able to get up on his own eventually but he was weak. Nonetheless, he followed his elder brother. ‘’Where are we going Micronus?’’ Soo many questions. Good ol’ Optimus. Though of course, Micronus remained silent until they reached Vector Prime who was solo at the moment. Optimus had that look of doubt as they seemed to walk endlessly somewhere Optimus doesn’t know. The Time realm. Vector’s realm. Optimus had a look of shock as he saw all of the bubbles floating around but they had memories within each. Some important, some not, some recent. At the entrance of the realm, Micronus just left Optimus there to see for himself. Micronus walked back to the Primes realm.

There was silence at first as he was left alone. Optimus just watched the bubbles that floated past him until…

‘’Ah, Optimus Prime. Nice to see you again. Why have you come?” Vector spoke, shocking Optimus to the very core by his sudden appearance.

‘’Y-You mean you don’t know?’’ Optimus asked. Vector laughed at his question.

‘’Oh, of course, I know, fool. You are losing faith,’’

‘’Pardon?’’

‘’You are losing faith. I see it in your optics. Chin up, Prime. No need for sulking you’ll reach her soon.Very soon.’’

That confused Optimus further as they elder Prime spoke. Vector was a mysterious mecha. It was rare to see him in person. Legend has it only a few have seen him.

‘’May I ask whom you are talking about?” Optimus raised a brow. Does he know about Elita?

Vector just let out a small chuckle. ‘’Elita of course. You yearn for her.’’

Optimus’s optics widened. ‘’Will I ever see her again?”

Vector hummed and used his blades of time to show him what Elita was doing now. It showed the young femme at the statue reading a book. Optimus’s frame froze at the sight of the femme. Primus he wished he could touch her again. Feel her again. Most importantly kiss her again. He wanted to give her all the affection and appreciate her. 

‘’Elita…’’