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Transformers: Rise of ________ Chapter 7 by aurora-celest, literature

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Transformers: Rise of ________ Chapter 7

Rise of ________ Chapter 7 “Mmm,” Blazing Ecstasy whimpered as she placed her arms over her stomach and curled up into a ball. “Are you finally in the land of the living?” a familiar voice sneered at her. “Slag off, brother,” the gladiator mumbled with her back turned to him. “I’m not in the mood to deal with you.” Anger stabbed though her spark as Forbidden Euphoria fully unleashed his emotions on her. She gagged and began coughing from the sudden extreme. Ecstasy felt a small shred of worry before he buried it underneath his resentment and withdrew the bond. “Alrig—&

Transformers: Rise of ________ Chapter 6 by aurora-celest, literature

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Transformers: Rise of ________ Chapter 6

Rise of ________ Chapter 6 Her spark chirped wildly in her chassis and she couldn’t help the tremble that resonated in her thighs. ‘Oh Primus, those fragging lights are too hot,’ she thought to herself, desperate to keep her mind away from the growing sense of foreboding that churned in her tank, ‘I’ll never be able to fight in this.’ The arena itself was small, nothing like the big one where D-16 or that Soundwave. Even the stands hardly had any spectators: very few wanted to see the beginners’ matches, and even fewer bothered to show up on time for one of the first few matches. “Alright,

Transformers: Rise of ________ Chapter 5 by aurora-celest, literature

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Transformers: Rise of ________ Chapter 5

Rise of ________ Chapter 5 In the following cycles, Blazing Ecstasy read all of D-16’s essays, commentaries, and treatises. Her bleak, miserable life full of beatings, anger, starvation, contrived pleasure, and rape changed. “By Primus, you have got to be the most selfish, stupid— gah!” Forbidden Euphoria snarled furiously at Blazing Ecstasy. “There are no words that can describe the sheer idiocy that is you!” he shouted right in her faceplates. She looked on at him with a stern yet unreadable stare. Angered by her lack of reaction, the mech roughly shoved her, causing her to fall to the filthy floo

Transformers: Rise of ________ Chapter 4 by aurora-celest, literature

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Transformers: Rise of ________ Chapter 4

Rise of ________ Chapter 4 The following lunar cycle, the three of them were lying on the floor of their condemned building with Paradise powered down, and Blazing Ecstasy and Forbidden Euphoria flanking her. Their fractured broadcasting screen flickered aimlessly, still displaying programming despite having lost the attention of its audience. “Brother?” the still conscious femme asked. “What is it?” he whispered back. “How low are our lives when I comforted a sparkling with the promise of oral interface?” Euphoria shrugged despite lying on his front. “I’d say pretty slagging low.”

Transformers: Rise of ________ Chapter 3 by aurora-celest, literature

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Transformers: Rise of ________ Chapter 3

Transformers: Rise of ________ Chapter 3 Blazing Ecstasy and Paradise slipped into the Red Light District of Kaon, holding one another’s servos tightly. “Where’s the patch he’s supposed to work?” she asked her little sister quietly. “That way,” the sparkling pointed. The two keep their artificially-colored optics peeled for the mech they wished to see. Suddenly, arms snaked around Paradise’s waist and lifted her up and out of her sister’s grasp. Blazing Ecstasy immediately whipped around and raised her fist to strike the intruder. “And how’s my sweet little starshine doin

Transformers: Rise of ________ Chapter 2 by aurora-celest, literature

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Letters by aurora-celest, literature

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These squiggles are a part of me, however amazing/mundane that seems, but these little curves and lines and dots serve as my memory, soul, and catalyst, and they, while not necessarily sewn into my brain through the electrical impulses we call thought, are far more permanent and portable and just public than anything I have ever encountered before. How marvelous. How insignificant. How so very necessary to keep my sanity. I may not have been born with the gift of literacy, but good God I'm so thankful that my hominid mind has the capacity for something as complicated and abstract as recognizing little squiggles as individual animations for s

A Poem Texted to my Boyfriend by aurora-celest, literature

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A Poem Texted to my Boyfriend

A Poem Texted to my Boyfriend How can I say 'I miss you', my darling, When I am only to see you in a few days? How can I say 'I want you', my darling, Barely keeping my fervor at bay? When the time comes and we meet again, A thousand kisses will grace thy cheek Escorted by the jubilant words Of one once so meek. Till then, my dear, I shall wait Like the loyal knyghts of olde. Till then, my dear, I shall wait For when I am again in your hold.

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It's Lonely in Kiev by aurora-celest, literature

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It's Lonely in Kiev

It's lonely in the city. Everyone all crammed in these little boxes that are somehow supposed to represent one of the lesser zeniths of modern civilization. It's lonely beneath these grey, muddy skies as we shiver in the streets waiting for the goddamn bus to lurch up to the stop. A grandma has her bags, heavy with food, medicine, and miscellania that mean little to us and everything to her. No one bothers to hold them for her as she struggles to sit down. I would if I were actually noble and contact wasn't so reviled. We all wait in welcomed, imposed, and despised silence: I say nothing to no one and no one says anything to me; all is as

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Tanner28

Feb 13, 2019

I am incredibly proud of you. You are a
wonderful soul and this world is a much
better place because you're in it. Thank
you so much for being alive, for spreading
your light to others and making their
lives better, whether or not you're even
aware of it.

Also ~

However you may personally feel about your
art style as it is right now, despite what
anyone else has to say about it, first and
foremost only draw for yourself. Enjoy what
you create and create what you enjoy. If other
people like it, then great. If not, then at least
YOU are happy and satisfied with what you've
made.

Keep safe, stay well, and may your artistic
abilities only continue to excell into something
more wonderful and beautiful as the years
progress onward.