think air

anonymous asked:

did you have any fear once the twins were killed that you were the last seeker? i mean, will the allspark even make more seekers since prime was a grounder?

I…. No, not because of the twins’ deaths. I always thought there must be other Seekers in space somewhere at least. But I had that sense, that gnawing feeling of forboding, for ages, as my armada dwindled and were scattered. What if I was the last? How would I even know, and if I died and we vanished, would anyone even care? If I let myself think about it it made me desperate.

And now… I have met several surviving Seekers, though not nearly enough. But what of the Well? The Prime being a grounder makes no difference. There has never been a Seeker Prime and the Well has always made all kinds of forms - many more forms than there were ever Primes to match. There’s no reason the AllSpark would stop creating us. But still, there are times… times I fear that is the case, though I can’t quite put my finger on why. Primus wouldn’t abandon us because of me…

anonymous asked:

when do you think the brand new seekers will start appearing?

I don’t know… Soon I hope. It’s possible that some have already been born and I just don’t know about it. Ever since Arcee saw him on the crashed Nemesis with me, Knockout hasn’t been able to return to the Autobots, and he’s the only source of news I had on what’s been going on in the rest of the world.

Is it selfish of me to wish for them to wait, and not be born yet until I’m ready? What if they’re being brought up by grounder Autobots? How will they learn to fly, or land? And what are they learning about Seekers, and about me? And Vos? They’ll be strangers to me… or worse. And how will they be treated? 

That is the main reason I need to make terms with the Autobots. It’s…. Humans call it a catch 22. I need to have a strong position before I approach them, or they’ll try and capture or kill me, but without more Seekers, I’ll remain outnumbered and be unable to insist on fair negotiations. I don’t want there to be a fight, but if they try and force me into their terms there just might be. A strong force on my side will prevent that.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.