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Orion decends into the scene

Teo: Man I wanna have his yolopark one day

SIMULTAINIOUSLY

Me: Oh mines is currently being cuddled by Mega-

Yeah, my house microwave exploded and kitchen partially burned

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early march art dump

lots and lots of megop this month, they’re my last functioning brain cells i fear.

i just can’t handle their lovers to enemies to lovers arc it KILLS ME

early march art dump

lots and lots of megop this month, they’re my last functioning brain cells i fear.

i just can’t handle their lovers to enemies to lovers arc it KILLS ME

      Resonate sound echoed across vaulted walls and beyond chamber ceilings. Each step brought closer a presence of magnitude and assured grace. Thunderous humility and muted confidence left prints under the titan’s weight. It was this such countenance that spoke volumes of the soldier’s bearance. How even such a mass of might strength could be shifted, from the anterior shaft onto a posterior bearing.

      Such fortitude of kings held the ordained crown, earned more so by merit than by inheritance. Optimus Prime awoke a world under his pedesteps, with particulate debris scattered under the winds of his weight. To be assuredly anger evoke a brunt of his full mass; it boomed across and warned of a levithan approach, with righteous mantle swung across broad princely soldiers. Gentle so be the giant, nay it came with soft and mindful forbearance of things smaller than he.

      Thrum,       Thump,       Thrum,       Thump,

      Be it tempered rain — careful and gentle.       Be it struck thunder — mindful and strong.

      Among those that walked with the gods, so too came those worth of ecclesiastical salubrious tenure. Be these the follow-steps of righteous marches, of savior kings, and provincial edifiers. Aberrant of sadistic hubris, no callow wake may be of such atavistic repose. Leviathans shrink under the shadow cast by worthy titanic command, and herald the beaten progression of his preambled approach.

      So be the rumbled of majesty’s serende; follow the path of greater’s be.

      Who be those that stray?       Who be those that follow?

I need there to be a sequel, okay, where something goees horribly wrong.

Teamwork is required, and something goes even more wrong.

Megatron is dying, falling, fully expecting death.

And there's a hand on his wrist, stopping him, saving him.

It's Optimus.

"Why?" Megatron asks, unable to understand, after all they have been through, all he's put Optimus through.