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Lumi/Grey
@greyestlumi.bsky.social
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21, 18+ posts on occasion, he/they | gods least favorite southern white boy | i have a block button and a fat mouth, FAFO | multiship + multifandom
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greyestlumi.bsky.social
oops this is a month old. lmao hi stranger thank you!!
April 25, 2025 at 6:14 PM
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like i. FUCK
March 9, 2025 at 1:29 AM
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thought about starop again
February 27, 2025 at 6:46 AM
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February 22, 2025 at 6:36 AM
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IM GONNA KMS. WDYM. (ignore my bookmarks I took a Pic of my computer screen) BUT WHAT DO YOU MEAAAAN. "NEED A SCAPEGOAT? GET AN EX-DECEPTICON" I FUCKING HATE IT HERE. DRIFT. DRIFT PLEASE.
February 18, 2025 at 5:28 PM
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certified lumiere crashout moments
February 18, 2025 at 6:42 AM
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HIGHLIGHTS feat a friend who's name is censored
February 18, 2025 at 6:42 AM
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(I burst into the room only to trip and smack my head onto the linoleum floor)

anyways, here's more. WOO angst
notes app description that reads: "I won't wear it." Aria looked up at Optimus. (Primus, how could one mech be that tall?) The Prime just gave him a blank look in response. Aria rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. "It's a really nice gesture, obviously. It's. Cool that you guys have started..." He waved a servo in a circular motion. "Being less openly hostile towards me, but I can't..." He smacked a hand over his visor and groaned. "It's complicated, okay? I put Megatron through hell before I let a brand touch me." Optimus looked at him for a moment longer, then nodded. "I understand. The offer will remain extended to you, should you wish to take it." Aria nodded back. "Yeah. Thanks," He responded, forcing his voice to remain steady even as he headed toward the door. "You will always have a place with the Autobots," Optimus said to the now-ex-Decepticons back. Aria went still for a moment, then repeated, "Thanks," though it was softer, less... sure. notes app screenshot that reads: Aria left the meeting room. He walked calmly before Hot Rod decided to pop up out of nowhere and walk beside him. "Aria! How's it hanging?" The Nyonian paused, then asked, "What'd Optimus want to talk to you about, anyway?" "He... extended an offer for me to join the Autobots," Aria said quietly. Hot Rod gasped, "What?! Aria, that's - that's amazing!" Hot Rod grabbed the other by the shoulders. "I didn't think he'd ever ask you, obviously but-" Aria cut him off, "I said no." Hot Rod stammered for a moment, looking flabbergasted. "But... why? You quit the Decepticons, you tore - ugh - you tore the sigil right off your chassis! I thought you-" "I don't know, okay?" Aria pushed Hot Rod away from him roughly. "I just - I don't know why I quit the Decepticons! I did it, and then I couldn't take it back, and it's -" Aria inhaled sharply, pressing both his servos to his face mask. "It's been great, honestly, but I can't... I can't forget it." "Uhh... forget what?" Hot Rod blinked at him, optics glimmering with concern and confusion. notes app screenshot that reads: "Everything! Everything that's happened to me, before and after I joined the Decepticons, everything that happened back on Cybertron!" Aria threw his hands into the air. "I can't forgive and forget like you do, like everybody here does. You seem so content to forget that I've caused just as much slag to happen as every other Decepticon has!" Hot Rod looked like he wanted to say something, but he didn't, so Aria continued. "I can't forget the things I've done. I'm not meant to be an Autobot, and I'm not meant to be a Decepticon either! Maybe I'm not meant to be anything at all!" He took a step back, breath coming in shakily. A moment of tense silence passed. Then, Aria spoke, voice unsteady. "I-I've got to go. Sorry, Hot Rod." Hot Rod raised a hand and called something out, but Aria was already transforming and racing down the hallways of the Ark.
February 6, 2025 at 9:39 PM
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ignoring the fact that it is 415 in the afternoon. uh. I got more about Aria :D the name for this notes app doc is literally "cyberverse but worse" HWKDBELDDN

cw for a quick description of self-harm (it's not /super/ graphic) but it is, in fact, there

(1/1 for this one anyways)
notes app screenshot that reads To put it lightly, negotiations were always boring. Megatron and Optimus had done this every few hundred years or so. Meet up, discuss terms of a peace treaty, start a fight, and then decide the war would continue. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Every time. Without fail, without going even slightly off schedule. Every single time, negotiations always fell through. Aria could only hope that, maybe, Starscream being an *actual* threat this time around would get them to meet on common ground. That he wouldn't have to fight anymore. Of course that wasn't the case. It never was. Megatron stormed out of the temporary tent, the thing having been broken into by Grimlock slamming Shadowstriker through the damn things *wall.* And now it was on fire. Megatron ordered the Decepticons to head back to the Nemesis. Aria did not follow. His hesitancy did not go unnoticed. "Aria," Shadowstriker hissed, her optic narrowed at him, "What are you doing? Get in line!" "I quit." A moment passed. It felt like longer until Shadowstriker laughed incredulously. "You can't be serious." "Oh, no, I'm serious," Aria retorted, then shouted to the warlord, "Hey, Megatron! I fraggin' *quit!*" Shadowstriker stiffened as Megatron turned around, a scowl on his face. "If this is some sort of joke," He started, but Aria didn't let him finish. "I've been thinking about this one for a while," He said, one hand reaching for the Decepticon crest on his chassis, "And I'm done. You hear me? I'm *done.*" notes app screenshot that reads: Shadowstriker looked betrayed for a moment before her face settled into quiet, bitter fury and she turned to follow the rest of the Decepticons. Aria could only watch as the Nemesis took off and left. (Was he going to regret this decision? Maybe in a little bit. But that was a problem for himself later.) He turned around to face several pairs of wide blue optics. "Might wanna get a medic," He mumbled before he finally allowed the shock to overtake his systems, and he collapsed in a heap.
February 6, 2025 at 9:23 PM
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not gonna say nothing else
February 6, 2025 at 7:27 AM
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(3/3)
A discord screenshot that reads: "No, but-" Aria gets cut off. "Is it so hard to believe that we trust you?" Hot Rod presses, taking a step towards the now frozen in shock ex-Decepticon. "Sure, you were a Decepticon. Maybe you could still be one. But we're trusting you anyway." Aria wheezes and mutters something that he doesn't even understand. "Yeah, you could betray us. But I don't think you will." Hot Rod places a hand on his shoulder, and Aria slumps forward against Hot Rod with a strangled noise. "I hate this," He wheezes with finality. A discord screenshot that reads: "Yeah, well, maybe when you take a little longer to get used to not being around a bunch of crazy mechs, you'll hate it less," the firey mech chuckles. "Come on. It's gonna get dark soon." "Yeah, yeah," Aria takes a step back, stumbling slightly. "I... don't know how to get back." "I do," Hot Rod smiles and extends his hand. "We're not that far away." Aria hesitates. But, he takes Hot Rod's hand nonetheless.
February 6, 2025 at 6:56 AM
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(2/3)
A discord screenshot that reads: "Hey," Hot Rod said, quiet. It was weird. Wrong. Hot Rod wasn't really... quiet. Ever. "Hey, yourself," Aria responded and straightened out his back. His shoulders were tense, and he knew Hot Rod was probably seeing it. Thankfully, Hot Rod was... good-natured (he couldn't help but feel nauseous, about how Hot Rod was good in all the ways that he was bad), and gave a chuckle. "You mind telling me why you're all the way out here, or am I going to be kept in the dark again?" Aria was silent. How the frag was he supposed to respond to this? A discord screenshot that reads: "...You're too nice," He choked out, turning his helm towards the ground. He could practically feel the confusion radiating off of the other mech. "You- All of you Autobots, you're too nice, you know that? It's going to get you *killed.* It's gonna lose you the war." Aria hears Hot Rod step closer. He can't look at him. Can't bear to see the disappointment on his face. "You say that like you know us," Hot Rod mumbles, his voice way too close for comfort. He thanks Primus that Hot Rod doesn't touch him, though he probably wants to.. (It made his processor glitch out, the gentle-ish touches from some of the Autobots. He didn't know how to feel about any of it, he didn't know how to respond to a touch that wasn't a punch in the gut or a fist to the face.) A discord screenshot that reads: "Yeah, well," Aria snorts, shrugs, "You've lost so many more battles than I'd ever think possible." And yet- "You still keep going." *Why?* He wanted to ask, to scream, to whirl around and shove and shake Hot Rod. Hot Rod walks in front of Aria, tilts his head and smiles. "It's not hard. For me, I've got to believe in a better future. And that's not hard to believe in." "I don't know how you can just say things like that," Aria mumbles, arms crossed over his chassis. "You-" He cuts himself off and groans. "I don't get why you all treat me like I'm..." He throws his servos in the air. Hot Rod narrows his optics at him, and frowns. "You act like you're the worst of the worst," He comments. "It's just not true." A discord screenshot that reads: "I'm-" He pauses. "Okay, I'm not the worst. But I'm not *good!*" He turns around, paces a few steps away from Hot Rod, "You all look at me and act like I haven't almost *deactivated* any number of you guys. Like I haven't actively sabotaged you any chance I could get." "Because you haven't?" Hot Rod gave him a quizzical look. "Not - not recently, no," Aria amends, still pacing back and forth and leaving treadmarks on the dirt floor of the forest. "But I've still done it. For all you know, the whole thing with Megatron could've been a huge farce, and I'm secretly here to spy on you guys and get intel or maybe I'm here to blow up your ship!" "Are you?" Hot Rod asks, one eyebrow raised and a half-amused smile on his face.
February 6, 2025 at 6:56 AM
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regardless of whether or not you wanna hear about them, HERE'S A PIECE I WROTE ABOUT ONE OF MY OCS (Aria) AND HOT ROD (1/3)
A discord screenshot of text that reads: Aria had a lot of feelings about... all of this, really. His disillusionment with the Decepticons. With the Cause. It had all been noble in the first place - they'd been fighting for freedom. Equity, for all Cybertronians, not just the rich and the powerful. It had started like that, and then it wasn't that. He couldn't say when it stopped being that. Maybe it was when Praxus had fallen, maybe it was after. It was hard to point one specific instance of it, and say, "it changed here," definitively. Regardless, he raced down the halls of the Ark, whizzing past by - a few people. He thinks it was Bumblebee (kind, chatty, slightly irritating), Grimlock (strong and smart, he envied him a little) and Arcee (strong-willed, stubborn, like many he'd known). He sped past them, drawing a shout in his direction before he made it out of the ship. A discord screenshot that reads: He transformed back into his root mode once he'd gotten a couple miles away from base. He pressed a servo over the (smooth, recently healed, *bare*) metal of his chassis. He couldn't do this. The Autobots - they were nice. Too nice. Way too nice, and he didn't know what to do with the sympathy, and the soft smiles and wide grins, and the pats on the shoulder, hearing his name hollered from down the hall or across the room and not immediately being shot at. He didn't know how to deal with it. He yelled, punching a tree and feeling wood splinter underneath his servo. It was all so - so *stupid!* Autobots didn't like Decepticons, and Aria might not have the badge printed square over his spark, but he was - was he still a Decepticon? Nobody left the Decepticons. Nobody left. That... wasn't true. A discord screenshot that reads: Maybe it had been true, once, when the Cause was violence for the sake of something greater than themselves, but it wasn't that anymore. It was just violence for violence's sake, now. His train of thought was cut off by the sounds of somebody transforming nearby. He turned his head over his shoulder.
February 6, 2025 at 6:56 AM
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finished cyberverse
January 24, 2025 at 5:22 PM
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feeling like this rn
January 3, 2025 at 6:30 AM
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I need this man so much it's not even funny
December 31, 2024 at 3:37 PM
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dare I say
December 31, 2024 at 2:06 PM
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now watching:
December 26, 2024 at 5:48 PM
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another transformers oc haha funny thing. I'm giving echo the stupidest relationship w megatron but I find it funny and that's what matters!!
the first bit reads: echo: megatron megatron: that's lord megatron to you echo: I'm not fucking calling you that. anyways rumble got in the cookie jar again the second bit reads: echo: may I offer some advice megatron: no echo: echo: I'm saying it anyways, stop giving the Prime longing glances from across the battlefield, it's not helping his "I can fix him" mentality that he has about you
November 29, 2024 at 4:25 AM
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me rn
November 28, 2024 at 9:13 PM
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this was funnier in my head but o well. take transformers oc thing
November 28, 2024 at 7:01 AM
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(2/2)
November 25, 2024 at 4:14 AM
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notes app oc writing. shattered glass edition feat Soundwave and purposefully unnamed autobots (1/2)

cw for thoughts of self-harm (in second post)
November 25, 2024 at 4:14 AM
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arcane season 2 act 3 review, no spoilers:
November 23, 2024 at 5:43 PM
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notes app transformers oc writing? notes app transformers oc writing. WHEE
November 19, 2024 at 4:59 AM