Face it- we're doomed.

Indie IDW Dead End, somehow written by Ocean.

[apathetic-until-distracted]

About and Rules for mobile, below!

"Have you ever known that everything was gonna go to shit, like.. knew without a doubt, and that everything was just time wasting until it happened? Yeah."

Deadend is more than a pessimist, he's a doomsayer. The world- no, the universe is ending, nothing matters, and everything is always bad, he says, sighing into the bed like he's been paid to do a scene on camera.

Thing is, the guy doesn't exactly have the best luck, so for him, he might be right.

And you don't exactly have a good time when you're a Stunticon, anyhow- not with the sort of team they've got.

..Breakdown is alright, though.

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This is a sort of mixed media IDW Deadend, and I am most certainly going to play him as the most wet napkin sort of character I can manage, mostly because he's canonically super sad and pathetic. Up until you hit him, though, and then he remembers he's a Stunticon.

..and then promptly goes back to being sad, after the fight. It's complicated.

If you have any other questions about his behavior, please ask! He's a new character to me, so I'm learning as I play him!

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I don't have many rules, so I'll try to keep this short!

-No godmodding! I will also try to keep my end on a minimum but if I fail this, please tell me!

-I do enjoy random things sometimes, but I am big about plotting, too! I don't have, really any established relationships, beyond the Stunticons and maybe a few of the other gestalts, but please ask before trying to establish a thing with me! Pre-established stuff can be confusing to me!

- I am in my late 20's, and this is a Stunticon blog! It's natural that there may be violence or nasty things happening because of the nature of the character(s), but I don't want to do anything nsfw with minors, please! Fight scenes are fight, anything beyond that is a No from me, dog.

-I don't think like Deadend! He's just my silly little rabbit! My meow meow! My scrunkle! He's so sad and I think his dramatics are funny, he is a fake character that isn't getting hurt at all! I am just here to have fun, so please remember the person behind the meme!

Thank you for your time, lovelies! Have fun!

- Ocean

[apathetic-until-distracted]

Despair and devastation. He was NEVER going to financially or emotionally recover from this one. ...at least he was getting pet about it, though. Damn that his chin was his favorite place for that, he was pressing into it.

"Well- can we just get to the piercing," he grumbled, optics squinting a little. "If I keep talking about Swindle, I'm just going to explode."

[helicrazy]

Oh, was the little mech enjoying that? Don't mind Vortex as he continues to scratch the chin some more.

"Hm. And by that, do you mean in a fatality kind of way or making yourself all nice and wet?"

[apathetic-until-distracted]

Well. Now he was getting scritches AND thinking about that. So might be both. He grumbled at Vortex for it, though.

"You're mean to me," he managed, regretting every life decision that led to him spilling about liking Swindle. "The piercing?"

[apathetic-until-distracted]

"He did give me a job," Dead End murmured, half shy about the whole thing. "He lets me run errands for him and gives me treats-" Actually, it sounded silly when he said it like that.

"I'm his favorite customer," he settled on, doing his best to keep from over heating with embarrassment by opening his vents, just a touch. "It's nothing you don't have! Ijustreallylikehim.."

[helicrazy]

"Aw. Look at you being popular with the business mech." The Combaticon purrs as he rubs the side of Dead End's chin, his rotors fluttering.

"It's cute. I can't recall if I ever saw you like this before. Normally, you keep a pretty good poker face."

[apathetic-until-distracted]

Despair and devastation. He was NEVER going to financially or emotionally recover from this one. ...at least he was getting pet about it, though. Damn that his chin was his favorite place for that, he was pressing into it.

"Well- can we just get to the piercing," he grumbled, optics squinting a little. "If I keep talking about Swindle, I'm just going to explode."

[apathetic-until-distracted]

Let Unicron swallow him whole where he sat, let the Pit take him. Anything was better than Vortex laughing at him like that. But Dead End was dutiful if nothing else, and so he opened up.

...bit awkward to speak, though.

"I want to date Swindle-"

[helicrazy]

The chuckling continues as he presses his claws into the Stunicon's plating. The joys of being able to pluck information out of mechs without even trying.

"Damn. What does he have that I don't? I got to say Dead End, I'm a little insulted." He playfully states while slanting his helm.

[apathetic-until-distracted]

"He did give me a job," Dead End murmured, half shy about the whole thing. "He lets me run errands for him and gives me treats-" Actually, it sounded silly when he said it like that.

"I'm his favorite customer," he settled on, doing his best to keep from over heating with embarrassment by opening his vents, just a touch. "It's nothing you don't have! Ijustreallylikehim.."

[apathetic-until-distracted]

Dead End flustered a little, here, rubbing his servos together nervously. Did he dare? ..well. He was already here. May as well- if Vortex killed him, well. Probably deserved.

"IsitbadthatIreallylikeSwindleandIwanthimtolikeme-" he blurted, servos coming up to cover his face.

[helicrazy]

He chuckled, which was better than letting out a loud burst of laughter he had to swallow back. "I'm sorry, come again?" Vortex asks as he pulls a pericing out to examine it, finding it to be the perfect choice.

A servo moves to grab Dead End's chin while he leans in closer. "Repeat that, and then we can begin. You can open your mouth nice and wide for me, yeah?"

[apathetic-until-distracted]

Let Unicron swallow him whole where he sat, let the Pit take him. Anything was better than Vortex laughing at him like that. But Dead End was dutiful if nothing else, and so he opened up.

...bit awkward to speak, though.

"I want to date Swindle-"

[bellumtenetur]

{ @apathetic-until-distracted } Nervous shuffling.

Swindle knows that noise~

He grins around his cygar. Plucking it from his fangs and twists in his chair. Casting a side optic near the open door," ...Does Swindle hear his favorite customer~?"

Optics going bright behind purple lens.

[apathetic-until-distracted]

Waiting for permission before coming in was sort of a thing- sometimes Swindle was on a call, bad manners to interrupt him if he was in the middle of a call.

But it sounded all clear, so he made his way in, and. Stood there. Nervously. Why was he so nervous? Swindle would probably laugh it off and then nothing would happen. Vent, Dead End, you've been rejected before.

"I, uh."

[apathetic-until-distracted]

"Like I said, dealer's choice. Whatever you think would look nice- or, uh. ..if you have any nice mods, maybe?"

Say whatever you wanted about Vortex- might even be true. But he was a thorough sort of guy, and Dead End trusted him enough not to mangle his tongue. Vortex was the sort of guy who took pride in his work.

[helicrazy]

"Ooh, looking for something kinky~?" The Combaticon teases as he searches through the collection of pericings. He has a couple to choose from; it was simply a matter of finding them.

"Who are we aiming to impress? Wildrider?"

[apathetic-until-distracted]

Dead End flustered a little, here, rubbing his servos together nervously. Did he dare? ..well. He was already here. May as well- if Vortex killed him, well. Probably deserved.

"IsitbadthatIreallylikeSwindleandIwanthimtolikeme-" he blurted, servos coming up to cover his face.

[apathetic-until-distracted]

"Well-" Mainly under his berth, but. A shrug. "I have energy, today. I wanted to do something different, you know? Before I lose the spirit."

[helicrazy]

"Let's get started then, before that happens." Vortex claims before stepping closer to Dead End, and places his servos on their shoulders, forcing them to sit.

He takes a seat in front of the Stunticon and pulls out a container containing a variety of piercings. "Soooo many to choose from..."

[apathetic-until-distracted]

"Like I said, dealer's choice. Whatever you think would look nice- or, uh. ..if you have any nice mods, maybe?"

Say whatever you wanted about Vortex- might even be true. But he was a thorough sort of guy, and Dead End trusted him enough not to mangle his tongue. Vortex was the sort of guy who took pride in his work.

[helicrazy]

{ @apathetic-until-distracted } "Hey Vortex, you uh.. you got time for more piercings? Maybe?"

"Always~ What do you have in mind?"

[apathetic-until-distracted]

"Think we can do a glossa piercing? I, uh. Dealer's choice, maybe? I'm feeling.. adventurous, today."

[helicrazy]

"Slag yeah. Where has this Dead End been hiding?"

[apathetic-until-distracted]

"Well-" Mainly under his berth, but. A shrug. "I have energy, today. I wanted to do something different, you know? Before I lose the spirit."

[helicrazy]

{ @apathetic-until-distracted } "Hey Vortex, you uh.. you got time for more piercings? Maybe?"

"Always~ What do you have in mind?"

[apathetic-until-distracted]

"Think we can do a glossa piercing? I, uh. Dealer's choice, maybe? I'm feeling.. adventurous, today."

[flakeeyplants]

Dead End you’re funny I like you

[megalomaniatron]

{ @apathetic-until-distracted } You don't just end up separated from the rest of the combiner unit. Usually something happened to push you to it, or otherwise move you apart. Which, of course, is how he ended up all on his lonesome, no comm unit, he was just a little race car. Didn't mean he wasn't scrappy on his own, but he wasn't nearly sturdy or big enough to face down- "Megatron," he murmured morosely. Lord no longer, even if it felt weird.

“Dead End. Good to see you’re not entirely scrambled,” Megatron replies, crouching down in the muck of the mud next to him to get a good look at the somewhat pathetic looking mech practically getting swallowed up by it. The lack of his former title does not go unnoticed, but like many things, Megatron has lost the right to it.

He’s offering the speedster a servo up instead, frowning to himself in… can that actually be called concern? Did Megatron’s face actually do that? Hard to tell for sure when his field is as shuttered and held-close as always.

“Where are your siblings? I know where Breakdown is, but— Wildrider, Motormaster. Dragstrip, er… no, it’s Blackjack now, isn’t it, that’s what he’s going by? Anyways. Let me get at the back of you, that’s a good mech. We need to get this chip off before it reactivates again.”

[apathetic-until-distracted]

"Oh- you remembered my name." Not because he thought Megatron wouldn't, but Dead End wasn't even the most important part of the combiner he was in, much less part of an important combiner. The mud was starting to get into places he'd rather it not be, but he couldn't be bothered enough to actually.. move.

Stalemate. Guess he'd just keep laying here, instead. If Megatron wanted a look at the back of him, now was a good chance, though, while he was laying flopped on his front. ...face down in the mud and unwilling to get up. "I don't know where any others are.. and you know what Breakdown is?"

They hadn't. Breakdown had done the unthinkable and taken off without them, and then a lot of things had started going haywire, and-

Dead End made a whiny noise into the wet dirt. "I don't even know where here is."

[apathetic-until-distracted]

Nudges him with his pede. “Hey, c’mon, dude, we talked about this… You can’t just lay on the floor at the foot of the stairs, Endie.”

Dead End made a low groaning noise into the floor, but rolled to his pedes.

"My Switch is dead. Everything is bad. I wanna play Warframe. Do you know what Warframe is, Rodimus? It's important."

[helicrazy]

Promote him like one of your French mechs.

[apathetic-until-distracted]

{ @helicrazy } He shouldn't do this. It's dangerous, and perhaps stupid, and he is more than courting Death, perhaps, he is opening the door and making it a hot meal before letting it frag him into the floorboards.

..which is exactly why he's going to do it.

Damn. He's predictable as the pit, isn't he? Dead End sighed and paced a little, staring at his comm, and then at his surroundings. This area was still ruin, still gutted, recovering. No one would bother either of them for miles on miles.

Which meant no one would be able to get to Dead End if something happened. He was offering a lot of trust in Vortex, for this.

He sighed again, helm tilting back to look at the sky.

He was incredibly stupid for this. Which is why he sends the message, anyway. 'Come find me.' And then a set of coordinates.

[apathetic-until-distracted]

{ @flameofprimus }

"..huh. You know that sounds fucking unfortunate, what the hell is my excuse, then?"

[flameofprimus]

" You're part of a pretty unrespected gestalt cause your leader has an imposter syndrome hard on over Optimus and Megatron daddy issues?" Rodimus is lobbing a ball into the air and catching it.

Sprawled on his back as he talks.

[apathetic-until-distracted]

"So tell me somethin' new," he grumbled, scrubbing at his optics.

"If anyone doesn't feel a little.. down because they don't know if they wanna be Optimus and Megatron, or if they wanna be held by them, they're probably lying."

..hm. Maybe that was a little revealing. Change subjects. "What brings you over here, though?"

[flameofprimus]

" Yea I know I don't wanna be Optimus." Grimacing as he thinks of it. Pausing in his ball toss to turn his helm. Looking at Deadend curiously.

" I mean. You're quiet? Er- more quiet than most. So I figured you'd share your corner and I could think a bit. Wasn't expecting the philosophical questions but I can roll that way."

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"You didn't deny wanting to be held by Optimus, though," Dead End pointed out, perhaps a bit knowingly. Knowledge of the self through the other, and all that bullshit.

"I mean... yeah." He shrugged- he was quiet. Usually because his processor was full of fuzz. "You're usually pretty talkative, though. So uh.. shanix for your thoughts, I guess?"

[apathetic-until-distracted]

{ @flameofprimus }

"..huh. You know that sounds fucking unfortunate, what the hell is my excuse, then?"

[flameofprimus]

" You're part of a pretty unrespected gestalt cause your leader has an imposter syndrome hard on over Optimus and Megatron daddy issues?" Rodimus is lobbing a ball into the air and catching it.

Sprawled on his back as he talks.

[apathetic-until-distracted]

"So tell me somethin' new," he grumbled, scrubbing at his optics.

"If anyone doesn't feel a little.. down because they don't know if they wanna be Optimus and Megatron, or if they wanna be held by them, they're probably lying."

..hm. Maybe that was a little revealing. Change subjects. "What brings you over here, though?"