āI got two sceneās left in meā
but somehow over 300k words left of the already 435,743k word endo series
my brother in christ, it's 364,417k. if you're going to be annoyed with me, do it properly please

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āI got two sceneās left in meā
but somehow over 300k words left of the already 435,743k word endo series
my brother in christ, it's 364,417k. if you're going to be annoyed with me, do it properly please

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Characters: Arcee, Cyclonus, Galvatron, Megatronus
Relationships: Arcee&Galvatron, Cyclonus/Galvatron
Rating: Teen
Words: 2,719
Additional Tags: Siblings, Silly, Historical, Early In Canon
There are not enough canonical tags to correctly capture the ridiculous flavor of sibling dynamics, Iām just saying
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When it comes to your brother, you arenāt exactly in the mood for patience. Doubly so when it comes to his new pet bodyguard. Youāre still irritated at the idea that Galvatron would ever accept a bodyguard in the first place, never mind claiming that this one is indispensable and needs to accompany him everywhere. Youāve been gone for a few millennia, yes, but you know Galvatronās history as well as you know your own, and you werenāt gone that long, and you want to know how he ever got this soft.
āArcee?ā says the bodyguard. Cyclonus. Whatever his name is.
Youāve been staring. Itās probably rude. Do you care? Absolutely not. You say, āWhat do you want.ā
He just watches you back. Does he want to make this a contest? If he does, heās an even bigger idiot than he looks. Thereās a meeting happening around you, but youāre not paying attention. Itās just Galvatronās lieutenants, or whoever they are, sorting out whatever business Megatronus wants your brother to handle. You donāt care. The hierarchy is tedious, the business is more tedious. Youāre just here because Solus sent you with a message for Megatronus, and because Megatronus said you should visit your brother while he sorts out a reply. Youāre already full of regrets for agreeing to any of this.
Thereās an argument happening off to your side, but you arenāt paying attention. Youāre still studying Cyclonus. Heās studying you back. You donāt like him. Thereās something⦠off about this whole situation.
Youāve been aggressively ignoring the meeting, but you hear your brother roar, āI will tear every servo from every limb of your body!ā

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Epidemic
Just a brief drabble based on the Bad End version of Rubberhose AU I mentioned a while back =|b
For a while, Henry convinced himself it was a dream.
Heād been overworking himself, tired, stressed--it had been a bad break, a fit of anxiety that he hadnāt been prepared for⦠but none of it real, none of it true. A visit to his old workplace inspired twisted nightmares; familiar halls abandoned and warped, ink bleeding from the corners, familiar friendly designs leering in the shadows while melted figures rose from the muck. Ink seeping into his skin, sliding down his throat and boiling into his veins--nothing but stress, dreams, sad false memories. Thatās what he told himself, even as he kept coughing up black.
The further he got from the studio, the easier it got. The sickly writhing in his gut slowed, the hacking fits lessened. So he kept going, as far as he could. Flew back east--a work vacation, he rationalized, to take off the stress, get some fresh air, and keep far far away from anything that could remind him of grinning demons.
Firmly planted in reality, among whole and healthy humans and basking in sunlight, he started to believe it. Fear began to fade in the face of warm, reassuring logic.
Then the papers caught up with him.
Henry grasped the newspaper, throat tight and knuckles white as he read. Some sort of illness spreading out west, it said. Weakness, delirium, cramping, and coughing up⦠well, they called it bile. Claims of hysteria, of hallucinations--victims screamed of demons stalking them, of manic smiles and melted forms. Doctors were at a complete loss.  Something had gotten in the water, sources claimed. Quarantine had already been set up, yet it spread regardless.
Ā An innocuous, brief business article mentioned that Joey Drew Studios had gone bankrupt, to the great sadness of children and dreamers everywhere.
Henryās breath came in uneven bursts. Somewhere, in the middle of it all, heād left the machine pumping away. It was soaking into the ground, the water, the fabric of space. It was gaining ground and claiming more and more for itself. All because of him.
He realized he was sweating, and it was coming out black.
got so much fomo from marmon i got super drunk on a tuesday for my friends bday!!!!
i remember a world where people used to understand irony