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🎆🎇✨Happy New Year!✨🎇🎆

What extraordinary luck. 

Optimus Prime. Alone. Ripe for the taking, and take Tarn had.

A few well-placed shots from the Peaceful Tyranny had taken out both engines, and it had been a simple matter to scoop the single-occupant ship into the cargo bay. Optimus Prime had, of course, emerged ready to fight, but one Optimus Prime was no match for the full might of the Decepticon Justice Division. 

Centuries of seeking this mech and here he had wandered into their path without a care in the universe. Truly, Primus was on Tarn’s side. 

“The war is over, Tarn,” Optimus Prime growled, and even kneeling before Tarn, arms cuffed behind his back, energon dribbling from a few opportune blows, disarmed and beaten, he tried to be a voice of authority. “I am Optimus Prime no longer.” 

Tarn lifted a hand, and Kaon placed the datapad into it. “This informs me otherwise,” he said, gesturing with the datapad. 

Every scrap of information the Decepticons had on Optimus Prime had been fed into this datapad. Kaon had painstakingly matched every detail to what Soundwave had accumulated. There was no doubt in Tarn’s mind, this was Optimus Prime. 

He could call himself whatever he liked, but he was Optimus Prime. 

“Can we kill him now?” Tesarus asked, his left hand bearing down on the Prime’s shoulder, the spinning blades of his grinder quietly whirring as they cycled into readiness. 

Helex’s cauldron bubbled, waves of heat emanating around him as his right hand clenched, crumpling the armor of the Prime’s other shoulder. “I get the scraps, right?” 

The air was ripe with their combined glee. 

“Gentlemechs,” Tarn purred, hitting the right frequency to make Optimus Prime shudder, to make his engine squeal a distressed pitch before Tarn dialed it back. “Let’s not be too hasty. We have an extraordinary opportunity here, do we not?” 

“We only get to kill him once,” Kaon agreed. He all but vibrated beside Tarn, little arcs of electricity passing between his coils. 

Vos said nothing, but he stared at Optimus Prime, and sometimes, a stare without words could be unsettling enough. He stroked the edges of his faceplate, and stared at Optimus Prime, one finger teasing beneath the edge. 

“You can kill him when I am done with him,” Tarn said. 

His own spark quivered with excitement. He hardly knew where to begin. Optimus Prime would die, oh yes, but Tarn had spent decades dreaming of this very moment. Truly, the Prime’s only competition would be Starscream or that traitor Deadlock. 

“Megatron is dead, Tarn,” Optimus Prime said, as though such a lie might save him. “There is no need for this.” 

Tarn chuckled. “Lord Megatron is not dead, because Lord Megatron cannot die. He will rise again, I can assure you.” He stepped closer to the bound Prime and grasped Optimus’ chin, tilting his head up. 

He rather enjoyed being able to look down on Optimus Prime. 

This mech who had so captivated Lord Megatron, who had defied Lord Megatron time and time again, who did not deserve to occupy so much of Lord Megatron’s processor, and yet did so anyway. This was where he belonged, at the feet of Lord Megatron’s most loyal Decepticons. 

“The Decepticon Cause lives and will always live, and you are the single greatest threat to our glory,” Tarn said before he curled his claws in the edges of the Prime’s battle mask and yanked. 

It tore free, crumpling in his grip, and Tarn looked down at the pathetic piece of metal. A souvenir, perhaps. Proof he could present to Lord Megatron that his foe and distraction had been disposed of, and Cybertron -- no, the universe -- was now his for the taking. 

The Prime jerked, letting slip the tiniest of grunts. Of course, it would take much, much more than a little pain to get Lord Megatron’s rival to react. 

Tarn scraped at the torn edges of the Prime’s mask-mount with the tip of his claw. “We are going to have so much fun,” he purred, perfectly tuned to send Optimus’ spark into spasms of distress. 

There wouldn’t be much left of Optimus Prime in the end. 

Perhaps then Lord Megatron would finally see the Prime for the useless, pathetic scrap of a mech he was. 

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MMMMM DUMBEST OC LET’S SEE

1. LIL BUB! good job bub! @bublog​

2. KEYBOARD CAT

3. SHIRONEKO

4. WILFRED WARRIOR

5. MARU!!!

6. POKI!!! (trigger warning for cat injuries at the beginning)

7. THE SURI NOEL FAMILY (They have english cc subtitles)

8.ARTYOM[KOMRADE KAT]

9.  COLE AND MARMALADE

This one spawned out of a conversation I had with @honestlyvan, resident Bulkhead understander and one of the friends I have the absolute most fun bouncing ideas off of because for real I have never met someone who is so good at yes-anding ideas until they turn from a one-off line into something really cool. If I remember right, we were talking about Bulkhead's very visible delineation between "people I care about" and "potential targets," since Bulkhead is pretty clearly kind of... like...

ah, continued under the cut because this got long. A lot of discussion about Bulkhead characterization and then some very light details about the fic, because I did that thing where you have a general point but no actual outline and you run out of plot super fast because you never had much to begin with.