Because these things always have a lower turnout, and I really, really want to write some of my OCs right now.
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- Three slots per person, five slots if you're one of my people1- Prompts must include fandom and what side you want me to write an OC from, assuming sides are relevant to the fandom. (Autobot/Decepticon/neutral, Earth/Water/Fire/
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Fireslinger grinned. The tenuous connection between him and Tracer jangled at the inside of his hood, scraped along his lines, felt like hell. At the other turn, though, it meant his Targetmaster partner was still alive.
"You guys," he said to the Decepticon bully-boys looming over him, "don't know who the hell you're dealing with."
His blasting rod chirped in the back of his head, its energy levels replenished. Some days he had no idea how half his tools worked, really, because whatever the Devourist and the paladin said, there was no such thing as magic.
Didn't much matter, though, when they had technology.
Tracer was still alive. These guys were between him and Fireslinger. So. That was going to have to stop.
Now.
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