#mortemcantio

LOL. God, get fucking lost, Edd. You don’t know shit about anything and you continue to be so ridiculously stupid that you can’t read between the lines: No one fucking cares about your melodramatic, toddler-grade feelings or your uneducated, fallacious opinions. That’s the entire goddamn point of all of this. If you’re not going to bother refuting anything I’ve said except cry like a little bitch about “WHHAAAAAAHH THIS WAS MEAAANNN”, then don’t fucking respond to me at all. Not only is it extremely embarrassing to see a goddamn, what, nineteen-year-old say shit like that, but it’s outrageous because my rebuttals are way too fucking good for you to just respond with something weak all for the mere sake of feeling like you got the last word. If you don’t want be to called a psychopath and a societal reject, then maybe you should stop fucking acting like one; stop with the accusations that those who write noncon must be masturbating to their content; stop insinuating that we must be rapists if we’re willing to write sexual violence. Maybe the next time one of your friends wants to start shit, you’ll stay on your goddamn hiatus instead of trying to whiteknight and use that classic Edd emotional bullying tactic on me. Those who associate with you might let you get away with that shit when you do it to them, but you came to wrong neighborhood if you thought, for one second, me or my friends were going to do the same damn thing. Go shit in your baby diaper somewhere else, Edd. No one asked you to go on hiatus, but I’ll be damned if none of us aren’t wanting you to fucking stay there. EDIT: Just so everyone knows, the little shitstain (predictably) blocked me, so I had to copy everything into a new post.

However, necessity outweighs propriety in this situation. How much energon are you willing to part with?]]

@mortemcantio

NAME: TreganSTABILITY: Can swing either way, but more often than not, they manage a pretty stable fusion; breaking them apart is easy if you throw an alternate Megatron in their path, especially one who wears an Autobot badge, but this isn’t necessarily a weakness, as sometimes it just means they’re so pissed off they wanna beat him to death with their own bare hands.SONG: Adrenaline by ShinedownDANCE: High energy! These are two mecha who look forward to fusing, and it shows in the way their movements are quick and flow together so easily. It’s one of the shorter dances, but don’t mistake its lack of intricacy for reluctance.SUMMARY: The perfect Decepticon? No, really, Tregan is perfect, and he fucking knows it. Nothing gets his crankshaft spinning faster than destruction for the glory of the Decepticon Empire, but he loves a good spot of music and the finer things in life--oddly enough, he’s not above slumming it, either. This is a mech who won’t complain about much of anything, but never forgets a wrong done to him.PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES: So much purple it should be illegal. Regal as fuck, Decepticon-insignia faceplate framed in a crown of silver spikes, and a gatling-gun ensemble of fusion cannons. A plus-size fusion at about seventy-feet.

“Not going to bother lying. When you’re in a fight and you know that only one of the two of you are coming out of it, fear has alot to do with how someone reacts. Someone can either let it overcome them, or let it help them. Fear is useful. I been fighting in life or death situations for almost all my life, I’ve learned to keep my head, and I’m way better at one-on-a-few type fights than I ever was on a straight up battlefield. So when Tarn climbed back up the cliff to finish what he started, I was scared, but I wasn’t anymore so than I’d been since the start of the fight.”

The crate sits untouched in the corner of her room. She tells everyone she will do something with him one day, but he will always remain there, contained, controlled, and sealed away. His presence gives her nightmares, but she does not mind them. It’s better this way. A few sleepless nights are well worth the price of keeping him away.