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Sorry for the sudden silence, i’ve got one more interview for my new job tomorrow, and if i pass it, i’ll be working at a job that pays double what i normally make now! and better hours too! I’m so excited, i cannot WAITTT. ))
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(badgeless-bumblebear) He'd been trying to scoot past a few bots on the way to where he needed to be, not realizing he was heading straight into the big blue mech's awaiting pede. The small bear bot let out a startled yelp, falling onto his aft. "O-Oh! Terribly sorry--" Hey...This bot looked familiar.. "Over....Overlord..."
@badgeless-bumblebeara cruel smile spread over the mechs face “hello!~” he bent down to get a better look at the smaller bot
overkord:
badgeless-bumblebear:
He’d known many Overlords in his time being around the lost Light, one he’d even befriended!…And had been dating his roommate, funnily enough. But this Overlord was not one of those he had met, a stranger to the bear bot. Each one he’d encountered had their own style, their own thing that made them unique. But this bot…He wasn’t sure about. Servos clenched, the little minibot pushed a smile onto his face, trying to hide the fact that he was as nervous as could be. “H-Hiya, I….I didn’t mean to bump into you like that, it’s been…A b-b-bustling day, you know? Heh..”
this time a genuine toothy grin came to his face this small bot seemed rather….interesting “I understand and don’t worry about it I’m SG! Overlord I’m just trying out the blue paint your ‘verse’ is used to”
Okay, that smile seemed more...Genuine, and it helped bring a little bit of relief to the small bot. Innoh raised a servo for the other to shake, his paw so small compared to the big triple changer. “Innoh, m-my name is Innoh, it’s a pleasure to meet you. You have...A different paint coat?” that brought a bubbling sense of curiosity up in the bot’s systems, tilting his helm a tad. “You’re from...What universe was it? SG? I--I haven’t heard of one with initials like that, t-to be honest!”
I’ve been gone from my blogs for so long that i forgot to show you all of this massive, incredible RP au that @lord-overlips and I have been doing on and off on Discord. It’s freaking WILD. I can’t go into full details with it as it would be to long to write, but basically, our big, teal asshole up there, SG Innoh, was pulled from prison long ago and used and abused by their universe’s Overlord, and held captive for a few years before SG Innoh went completely insane, only to have this monstrous being, SG Ten show up, who began to silently comm link him, care for him with OL wasn’t around, helped him gather the strength to take control and beat Overlord down with his help, and they had, turning the tides to where SG Overlord had become a prisoner, and Innoh now the mastermind. But Ten didn’t do this out of kindness, he had done it simply to further manipulate the poor bear bot, to use the mech to further his own plans to dominate Iacon. Stuff happens, Overlord ends up in the care of SG Jeremy, our smol, rather sad balloon boy, who helps SG OL come to terms with himself, and start viewing the world in a kinder light. SG Innoh has been working with Ten on making these giant creatures forged form the DNA of organic races and transformers alike to create an army to take down Iacon, their biggest weapon being Project X, the big, horrifying monster above. It’s not ready yet, it still needs to rest in a stasis pod until it’s strong enough to awaken and emerge. SG Innoh also ends up capturing Trailbreaker (these are all from our blogs, whom we RP as) and forges a bond with him, much to Ten’s dismay, as he begins to loose that control on Innoh, and ends up backstabbing the bear bot by trying to coax SG Overlord onto his side. they end up in a fight, SG Innoh lands the blow that he thinks kills SG Ten, and they escape, Innoh making sure the lab they spent years in is burned down. But SG Ten is horrifyingly smart, so much so that he drags is dying frame to Project X’s tank during the firestorm of the burning building, and begins to fuse himself, thoughts and all with the monster before escaping. but of course he’s too weak and small to do anything, so he finds himself buried inside an abandoned drill mind far from the city, where he lies in wait, resting until he’s strong enough to take over the city. But he makes sure the SG crew knows he’s still alive, and when they find out, SG Innoh (now a much better person than before, recovering from the terrible things he had done) Freaks out, and with SG Overlord and SG Jer, they end up making the call and travel to the Functionist universe where they meet their badass counterparts, and ask for help. They’ll need an army, and Captain (Functionist Innoh) Is happy to oblige. Jer and Percy are Cap’s meched right hand men, the little loons able to use their own suits and battle with startling proficiency with together. But tragedy will strike when the little band of meched loons goes out and encounters Ten, still too weak to fight, but strong enough to take Percy down and kill him. (That picture of him killing Percy was made before Project X had existed, it was a concept sketch.) Thus leading to Jer’s change of mood, working alongside SG jeremy, his counterpart, getting the other loon a suit, and teaching him how to fight. In the end, it’ll be all of our ocs verses this giant beast and the beasts’ scouts, monsters made from the remnants of the lab, and honestly? We have know clue who lives, and who dies in the end. It’ll be the biggest RP i think i’ve ever had to plot, and would love to do little plot lines with them here on my page! TLDR VERSION: My friend and i made a huge, transformers world building RP i’d love to do little plot lines with here on Tumblr. I posted some of the concept art, some from ages ago to the newest one being the unfinished piece of Project X ten (the colored one is from the lovely Vellasimon on FA!). It’s quite the read, and the rp has been incredible so far! So if you’d like to interact with any of these ocs, lemme know! they’re so fun to write! It’s just a fun mess that i wanted to show you guys that i’ve been working on while i was away from Tumblr. CX
(badgeless-bumblebear) He'd been trying to scoot past a few bots on the way to where he needed to be, not realizing he was heading straight into the big blue mech's awaiting pede. The small bear bot let out a startled yelp, falling onto his aft. "O-Oh! Terribly sorry--" Hey...This bot looked familiar.. "Over....Overlord..."
@badgeless-bumblebeara cruel smile spread over the mechs face “hello!~” he bent down to get a better look at the smaller bot
He’d known many Overlords in his time being around the lost Light, one he’d even befriended!...And had been dating his roommate, funnily enough. But this Overlord was not one of those he had met, a stranger to the bear bot. Each one he’d encountered had their own style, their own thing that made them unique. But this bot...He wasn’t sure about. Servos clenched, the little minibot pushed a smile onto his face, trying to hide the fact that he was as nervous as could be. “H-Hiya, I....I didn’t mean to bump into you like that, it’s been...A b-b-bustling day, you know? Heh..”
A Strange Sight (closed rp)
roddy-prime:
Rodimus gently ran his servo over the smooth surface of the loon, examining every inch. He eventually pulled back with a nod, then stared at his servo.
“Rung is gonna kill me for doing that.”
Jeremy let his eyes drift closed for only a moment, the light touch rather comforting to the small loon. He didn’t get touched much, most that were around him feared that one wrong move could prove fatal, and while it was kind of them to be looking out for him, he did miss having some form of interaction with another. So to him, he was as relaxed as a cybercat getting pet, blinking and opening his eyes the moment the other had pulled away, gathering his thoughts before he spoke. “I’d just tell him it was an accident, if you’re referring to your wound. You were cutting something and the knife slipped, or you want to grab an object and it was sharp.” He exclaimed, string grazing over its welded surface. “I’m sure he won’t grill you too much for it. That Rung guy seems rather nice as well. Funny how i know about most of you, but have never had the ability to interact with you all. It’s a shame though, all of you seem like quite the characters.”
A Strange Sight (closed rp)
roddy-prime:
Rodimus scoffs, rolling his optics. “All lies. Stuff Mags made up so I can stay on the ship. I’m not anything special. Not even a good Captain….”
Jer’s inky eyes seemed to open a tad wider, opening his mouth to speak, but no words seem to came out. Ouch, that would be rough for Innoh to hear, but Jeremy didn’t think it’d change the mech’s outlook on the Captain. So, after a moment, Jeremy decided to clear his throat and speak up again. “And why would you say that? Why do you feel that you aren’t anything special? Even if it’s made up, i know you and the other have gone on some interesting adventures, and from what i’ve seen on my own, you…Seem like a decent captain. maybe a little drunk at times, but a good mech nevertheless.”
Rodimus snorted. “M'not drunk. At least….I don’t think i am….might explain why I’m still seeing you.”
Rodimus still believed Jeremy was a hallucination.
Jeremy gave a half smile to that as he placed down the tools and closed up the box, but it quickly fell with the sigh that escaped him at the realization that Rodimus still didn’t believe he was actually....Well, here. With the other’s servo still in his hold, he began to pull on it, urging Rodimus to move it upwards, scooting closer now that the tools had been set aside. “You’re still seeing me because i’m real, amigo. Look.” Once the servo was moved up enough, he pushed his strange, latex form against the warm metal, his eyes never straying from Rodimus’ own. It almost looked like the other had been cupping his cheek, if he truly had one. “ Feel that? It’s latex, all rubber, my friend. Real, blue material. And what i’ve told you is no joke. You may be dazed, but you’re not drunk or on anything, I promise. I don’t know how else to really show you, however. I’m just like every other organism, i just...I can die, easier than most.”
A Strange Sight (closed rp)
roddy-prime:
Rodimus scoffs, rolling his optics. “All lies. Stuff Mags made up so I can stay on the ship. I’m not anything special. Not even a good Captain….”
Jer’s inky eyes seemed to open a tad wider, opening his mouth to speak, but no words seem to came out. Ouch, that would be rough for Innoh to hear, but Jeremy didn’t think it’d change the mech’s outlook on the Captain. So, after a moment, Jeremy decided to clear his throat and speak up again. “And why would you say that? Why do you feel that you aren’t anything special? Even if it’s made up, i know you and the other have gone on some interesting adventures, and from what i’ve seen on my own, you...Seem like a decent captain. maybe a little drunk at times, but a good mech nevertheless.”
A Strange Sight (closed rp)
roddy-prime:
badgeless-bumblebear:
roddy-prime:
Rodimus watched the balloon struggle for a moment before coming out of his daze enough to lift the kit and set it on the table. He sat down and opened it up, glancing up at the balloon. “Who is Innoh..?”
There, that as better, he had thought. he’d wished he could have been able to grab the thing, but at least Rodimus had been able to pull himself out of his daze long enough to grab it and open it up for him. The loon went right to work, grabbing swabs and gauze, his string working rather quickly at wiping up and sanitizing the small wound. Innoh’s name had been brought up, however, and the loon stopped for a brief moment, looking to him with a quick stare before it was back to work. “Innoh? I’m surprised you don’t know him, he’s one of your crewmates, after all.” He replied with a soft chuckle, dabbing at the energon that still spilled, string filing through tools. “He’s one of the guards down in the belly of the ship, he works with a few buddies down there, making sure any unwanted travelers that find their way on the ship are kept in the cells down there. There’s not too many though, mostly just mechs that Magnus keeps tossing into the brig for disobeying a policy or two, they stay about a day or two. But he loves his job, makes him feel….Special, important. Okay now remember to relax, this might sting a bit, just don’t be moving your servo all willy-nilly.” He’d found the tool, a small, precision sautering tool, it’s flame burning small but bright the instant Jeremy’s string had wiggled to click the power button. It was rather amazing to see how unafraid he was, making sure to float back a short distance, the tool lightly heating up Rodimus metal on his servo, beginning to seal the gash made by the other. “He really looks up to you though, i wouldn’t be surprised if he fainted the moment you made contact with him. He thinks of you in that high of regards.”
Rodimus listened to all of this as he watched the loon work with surprising skill and care. He couldn’t help but wonder if Ratchet had taught Jeremy anything, or if this was all self taught. He gave a small chuckle at the loon’s words, trying to keep his servo still.
“I don’t know most of the mechs on board. Never been one to uh…socialize. You should….tell Innoh I’m not someone to look up to.” His spoiler sagged a bit.
“I’m nothing special. But I would like to meet this Innoh sometime.”
Well, it was a blessing to see he wasn’t flinching away, Rodimus must have been used to this sort of thing, Jeremy had thought. Still, the flame had neared the end of the wound, and it seemed to have cauterized it as intended. mechs were SO much more different than organics. Jer looked up after a moment, a flicker of surprise on his face. “Really? I expected you to be more of an..Outgoing sort of mech. One who likes to be around lots of people, likes to be social.” He was taken back by the next part of Rodimus’ sentence, now, giving his full attention to the bot with the sagging spoilers. “I’m sure he’d love to meet you, but...Why do you think he shouldn’t look up to you? He talks about you all the time, about the heroic deeds you’ve done, the palces your ship has gone and the things you all have seen, you sound like a pretty interesting guy, I’m not gonna lie.”
It had been a long time, about or year or so it had seemed, but a familiar little friend had made his way home. A string tap on the door lock opened Rodimus’ office door open, the flash of a sweet, freckled orange smile waiting for the eager balloon boy. “...R..Rodimus?” ((Guess who’s still alive?? CX @badgeless-bumblebear))
What was that? Huh, the door opened, he wasn’t expecting anyone.
Well he’d better go see… Wait, is that? Tangerine?
“Tangerine!!” Have the gentlest but excited huh!
ragingspark:
“Yes! We gotta celebrate you guys coming back! Hmmm but whats the best way? Maybe at swerves? Or the commons room? Uhmmm.” He in full planning mode now, hand on his chin as he thinks.
“Magnus might actually wanna be there so we gotta keep it kind of orderly too. How many loons are back? ANd can you guys even eat anything or should we keep with like, music?”
Tangerine was elated. He’d nodded to all the answers, moving back and bouncing about in the air excitedly, string kept wrapped around the captain’s arm. “It would be fun at Swerves! We could all get other, and the mechs could drink and party, you wouldn’t even need party decorations!” That little joke made by the loon had himself laughing at how silly it was. he’d managed to begun answering the mech’s questions, a soft smile on his face. “No, we don’t need to eat. But music would be nice! We all love to dance!” At the mention of numbers, the loon’s smile tipped into a small frown, the loon letting out a soft sigh. “Well, out of all that perished....Nine of us made it. B-But that doesn’t mean we can’t have a party of nine!” He wanted to cheer up the situation despite the sadness of all those they had lost. At least they had been the ones to make it..
A Strange Sight (closed rp)
roddy-prime:
Rodimus watched the balloon struggle for a moment before coming out of his daze enough to lift the kit and set it on the table. He sat down and opened it up, glancing up at the balloon. “Who is Innoh..?”
There, that as better, he had thought. he’d wished he could have been able to grab the thing, but at least Rodimus had been able to pull himself out of his daze long enough to grab it and open it up for him. The loon went right to work, grabbing swabs and gauze, his string working rather quickly at wiping up and sanitizing the small wound. Innoh’s name had been brought up, however, and the loon stopped for a brief moment, looking to him with a quick stare before it was back to work. “Innoh? I’m surprised you don’t know him, he’s one of your crewmates, after all.” He replied with a soft chuckle, dabbing at the energon that still spilled, string filing through tools. “He’s one of the guards down in the belly of the ship, he works with a few buddies down there, making sure any unwanted travelers that find their way on the ship are kept in the cells down there. There’s not too many though, mostly just mechs that Magnus keeps tossing into the brig for disobeying a policy or two, they stay about a day or two. But he loves his job, makes him feel....Special, important. Okay now remember to relax, this might sting a bit, just don’t be moving your servo all willy-nilly.” He’d found the tool, a small, precision sautering tool, it’s flame burning small but bright the instant Jeremy’s string had wiggled to click the power button. It was rather amazing to see how unafraid he was, making sure to float back a short distance, the tool lightly heating up Rodimus metal on his servo, beginning to seal the gash made by the other. “He really looks up to you though, i wouldn’t be surprised if he fainted the moment you made contact with him. He thinks of you in that high of regards.”
@bestautobotalive “A–Are you thee Thunderclash?!” Came a sudden, little voice from behind the other. In a half run, half waddle-like fashion, a pair of ears atop a small helm poked up from the crowd that always seemed to follow the big bot around, soon paired with bright yellow optics that stared curiously up at the other.
“I-I-I’ve heard a lot about you, sir! It’s s-s-such a pleasure to m–meet you!” His vocalizer crackled and glitched, only growing worse from the nervousness he felt in his spark upon meeting the famous mech.
Oh! What an adorable mini!
He’s never met this one before, but there is still a big warm smile plastered on his face.
“Hello friend! Yes, I would indeed be thee Thunderclash! And who might you be? I have yet to make your acquaintance after all.”
The little bear bot could have fainted right then and there when Thunderclash had noticed him, Innoh using every last bit of his energy to keep himself from letting his little nub of a bear tail from wagging excitedly. “Wow...You’re s-so tall...N-N-Not meant in a mean way or anything!...J-just...Wow...” It was hard to stay focused, the poor bear bot was overwhelmed with so many feelings, the main being one of awe. But he’d snapped back the moment he was mentioned, Innoh’s ears flattening a tad, a sheepish look on his faceplates. “Ah...I’m n-not...Not really anyone special. But m-m-my name is Innoh! some people call me...Bumblebear, heh.” a pawed servo reached up to rub lightly at his helm. “I-I also apologize for the stutter, i’ve got a faulty v--vocalizer. makes things a little...Harder to say, b-but it doesn’t stop me, and i’m...I’m honored to be able t-to meet such an amazing p-p-person, Thunderclash!”
@bestautobotalive “A--Are you thee Thunderclash?!” Came a sudden, little voice from behind the other. In a half run, half waddle-like fashion, a pair of ears atop a small helm poked up from the crowd that always seemed to follow the big bot around, soon paired with bright yellow optics that stared curiously up at the other.
“I-I-I’ve heard a lot about you, sir! It’s s-s-such a pleasure to m--meet you!” His vocalizer crackled and glitched, only growing worse from the nervousness he felt in his spark upon meeting the famous mech.
A Strange Sight (closed rp)
roddy-prime:
Rodimus nodded slowly, letting the loon pull him up. “First aid kit….in the cabinet….”
Jeremy watched the dazed and confused mech begin to stand, letting his string go once he seemed stable. not that he could do too much for the poor guy, if Rodimus had fallen, Jeremy would have gone with him. It was the curse of being what he was, a balloon with barely an ability to grab and pull. “Alright, we’ll get you wrapped up in no time.” He’d floated to it, nudging the half open door open a tad more before peeking in. There it was, right where the captain had had mentioned, Jeremy grimacing at its size. His string did wrap around the handle though, trying to pull it. It only scooted a few inches before the balloon had to give in with a soft huff. “Okay, I...I might need some help getting the supplies out, but i can help wrap it all up. You won’t believe me, but i’ve had to wrap up Innoh’s wounds once before.” he chuckled at the thought. Innoh had fallen off a ladder during one of his shifts, and had badly scuffed up his servos, to which Jeremy had aided in cleaning them and bandaging them up. Innoh was a smart little bear bot, he’d taught him all he knew.
A Strange Sight (closed rp)
roddy-prime:
“Oh…”
Rodimus appears to still be…rather out of it really. He’s still refusing to look directly at the balloon. And he doesn’t seem to really register the fact that his servo is dripping.
“I….think I’m gonna go lay down.”
He...Definitely looked it. The poor mech looked dazed and confused, the loon taking notice of the energon seeping from the wound the other had made in his servo. He’d switched from his usual cockiness to instant concern, gripping his wrist to keep his servo steady. “Alright, I know you wanna lay down, but i need you to go to the kitchen with me and wrap this up, okay? You can’t just lay down and let this thing bleed..” it was honestly rare for the loon to sound so worried for someone he didn’t even know, but it was something serious, and Jeremy didn’t really know how bad these injuries could be for these big robots. “I know it’s weird, trust me, being here with all these staring faces can be unnerving, but please understand, i’m just a balloon. Nothing big or scary about me. The only thing i can do is talk and float. Now come on, let’s get you up, okay? Do you have something we can wrap your servo up in?”
A Strange Sight (closed rp)
roddy-prime:
badgeless-bumblebear:
roddy-prime:
Pulling on the fork did, in fact, hurt like hell. And Rodimus was quick to announce that, though the detached look on his face was….unsettling.
“I’m talking to a fucking balloon, and it’s talking back. I’m not gonna go around telling people that.”
Jeremy finally released the fork once it was out of his servo, wincing at the hiss of pain the other had made, a clear indication of the sting he’d gotten form it. Thank goodness that fork hadn’t been aimed at him. “Then that’s good, that means i’ll be able to hopefully explain the situation better.” He seemed to sigh, rubbing at the top of his blue head with his string. “Okay, so….You know those little…Grey, humanoids that sometimes appear randomly and ask you all sorts of dumb questions that you usually shoo off from your office? Well, those things…Ah…may or may not have brought me to life as a joke against a friend of mine..” his face grew flushed, the embarrassment arising in his cheeks. “They call it a magic anon trick, they brought me into existence, and now Innoh and I just…Well, we live together–” Wait, shit, he’d used Innoh’s name. Maybe….Maybe he’d get lucky, and this bot wouldn’t know him. “But yes, i am real, I am sentient, and i’d be very grateful if you kept that fork at least a few feet from me, heh. Safety precautions, you know?”
“….those grey creatures are fucking pains.” Rodimus mumbled, absentmindedly rubbing his injured servo.
“…..you live on a ship full of pointy metal robots. How the hell are you still alive?”
“Yeah, well, i can’t harp on them too much, they’re the ones that brought me to life.” He let out a soft chuckle, string reaching out and feeling around his servo, surveying the damage. He’d been invested in it too, at least until Rodimus had spoken up about him somehow being alive. He looked to him, a small smirk etched on his features. “I live...Very carefully. iIt can be rough, it’s a reason i sent the rest of my...” The sudden brief flashback of the loon accident a few months back flickered and faded, Jeremy’s little smirk creasing into a frown, eyes drifting downwards, now staring back at Rodimus’ servo. “..the rest of my little group, a few loons like me were sent to stay back on Cybertron with a friend, where it’s safe. Nowadays Innoh keeps me bundled up in his room and gives me puzzles to build to keep myself occupied, but...It tends to get lonely when he’s away. That’s...Kinda how i ended up here. I guess you could say i got a little stir crazy and needed out.I know, it’s risky, being around a bunch of sharp, metal creatures like yourself, but it’s honestly been..Quite a joy having met a few of you. I don’t get out too much, so those i’ve met have been literal blessings.”
