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Think I'm going to run this blog as a little more privatized / selective and focusing more on writing than anything else. I put a lot of thought into Blurr to just leave him, I think, but I do want to dedicate more time actually writing him than just meme-ing around. Regardless, more updates to come.

#I’LL SOON TAKE OFF MY FUNNY DISGUISE » ooc ;

Fixing tags.

MY BIGGEST ENEMY IS ME » V1 ( MAIN ) ; YOUR ENEMIES WHISPER . I HAVE TO SCREAM » V2 ( CYBERTRON WAR ) ; THERE’S PART OF ME THAT LONGS TO GO » V3 ( NEW RECRUIT ) ; YOUR FUTURE IS UNLIMITED » V4 ( TEACHER ) ; I’LL SOON TAKE OFF MY FUNNY DISGUISE » ooc ; AND ONCE YOU SEE WHAT’S UNDERNEATH » visage ; MONSTER IS A RELATIVE TERM » headcanon ; STATIC WHITE NOISE » answer ; A MONSTER CALLS » starter ; CALLING ALL THE MONSTERS » starter call ; ALONE AT THE EDGE OF THE UNIVERSE » promo ; TEETH ALL SHARP AND EYES GLOWING RED » aesthetic ;

#I’LL SOON TAKE OFF MY FUNNY DISGUISE » ooc ;#AND ONCE YOU SEE WHAT’S UNDERNEATH » visage ;#MONSTER IS A RELATIVE TERM » headcanon ;#STATIC WHITE NOISE » answer ;#A MONSTER CALLS » starter ;#CALLING ALL THE MONSTERS » starter call ;#ALONE AT THE EDGE OF THE UNIVERSE » promo ;#TEETH ALL SHARP AND EYES GLOWING RED » aesthetic ;#MY BIGGEST ENEMY IS ME » V1 ( MAIN ) ;#YOUR ENEMIES WHISPER . I HAVE TO SCREAM » V2 ( CYBERTRON WAR ) ;#THERE’S PART OF ME THAT LONGS TO GO » V3 ( NEW RECRUIT ) ;#YOUR FUTURE IS UNLIMITED » V4 ( TEACHER ) ;#TAG REFERENCE » ref ;

Cackles in BOLD. Guess who got their whole account restored & no longer has to make a new blog ???? Me. This bitch.

blows a kiss for @cruel-singer . trash can bot is back.

#« I'LL SOON TAKE OFF MY FUNNY DISGUISE » ooc ;#( Just saw Transformers in the cinema again #revived tf out of me #also been binging horror films #so who wants to write ?#I need a new promo.#I need new banners.#I need new everything #but I AM HERE. FINALLY. )

Double creature feature

Blurr’s crew were already familiar with The Peaceful Tyranny, so the docking maneuver went smoothly and no unnecessary questions were asked. Fortunately for both crews, the mechs hailing from the Shattered Universe had more in common with the opposite faction in this particular case.

“Hello, Blurr.” Tarn finally came into view, walking down the ship’s hall. Collected and regal, he didn’t seem to be in any hurry as he approached his host.

It didn’t mean that he wasn’t looking forward to spending the evening with the Autobot captain, but the tank knew that quickening his pace would serve no purpose. No matter how much he hurried up, it would always be too slow for Blurr. Tarn hadn’t been blessed with the gift of speed, the same way that Blurr hadn’t been blessed with the gift of patience.

“It looks like you’ve gotten your claws on a nice new ship.” He commented, finally stopping next to the other mech and resting a servo on his hip and taking a look around them. “Impressive.” Attention returning to the pirate captain, Tarn allowed himself a smirk behind his mask. “Long time no see. What have you been up to? Besides collecting ships, that is.”

Impatience was a know trait in the purple Autobot. He was never one to wait long for what he WANTED, which was why his missions tended to tilt more into the messy department - even NOW. Claws rattled together, razor digits scraping as he looked over the taller Decepticon, relishing in the presence of a like-minded bot ; well, like minded enough for a mech with half a processor. With a jagged grin, he waves a claw towards the looming ship with a flood of interest, claws flexing.

“Yes, it seems we’ve gotten a hold of quite a few new collectibles in our time away. Can’t say I’ve much use for a ship this... luxurious ? K-Kyeheheheh. It’s a bit too fancy for my taste.” Index digit lifted to wag lazily towards the other. “But for you, I’ll make an exception. K-Kyeheheheh. There’s plenty to see, so let’s not waste any more time out here, hnnh ?”

With TARN, Blurr had learned to read his VOICE more than his expressions. And though there had been far and few moments between in which he’d heard it, Blurr was almost certain he’d heard a SMIRK. Scarred derma twisted upward as he reached out, dragging claws along larger arm guard before looping machined arms around the limb, attempting to pull far too close. “Oh, you know... incurring the wrath of WARS. You’d be surprised what disgusting little DECEPTICONS still scour the galaxy in my universe. Thinking they’ve WON the war just because they’ve had a few years of PEACE. Well, not if I have anything to say about it. K-Kyeheheheh. Aside from that, I suppose not much has changed. No new UPGRADES to show off just yet.” Walking sharp digits up along the tank’s arm guard, Blurr smirked, taking a step forward in attempt to pull Tarn toward the luxurious ship. “And you ? Any new... TARGETS acquired ? How’s that LIST of yours looking ? Getting longer or shorter ? K-Kyeheheheh. Come now, JT, we can walk and talk. Don’t want to let our SNACKS get too cold before our little show now.”

#cruelsinger #MY BIGGEST ENEMY IS ME » V1 ( MAIN ) ;#[[ Blurr really out here like #talking WAY TOO MUCH #he's just v excited to see his murderous ♥♥♥#it's dINNER AND A SHOW TIME ! uwu ]]

» Intruder Alert

As the youth continued to fly along the road, leaving a glittering trail of light behind him, the music he was listening too would change tracks. this would allow him a moment to just fly in silence and simply listen to the dead planet around him. However he could hear something off in the distance, the sound of an engine flaring up, and something about the sound of it sent chills up and down his spine.

He could feel his pulse beginning to race, and without a word he’d summon a syringe of energon and inject it into the port on his left bicep, before dismissing the device back to his subspace and darting off down an alleyway, to avoid the massive wide-open road. If it was a terrorcon then a narrow pathway would make it difficult to chase after him, even if they’re relatively small.

Once hes reached the end of the alley he would dart upwards, quickly dashing into the hole of a broken window and then dim the glow of his tech. He could feel his heart racing within his chest as he peeked around the broken glass and down the alley towards the road he had been in. Hoping the energon in his cybernetics would be such a small amount they couldn’t create an energon signature that can be detected.

“… maybe I should call Tarn …” He would whisper to him self, reaching up to activate his comline before stopping and deciding maybe it was a bad idea. He didn’t want to risk being found by sending out a signal attempting to make a call.

Guttural growl of monstrous engine breaks the silence of the long since abandoned city on rusting Cybertron. The planet itself was lively in most areas, yet seemed to fall short of its night life in others. Truly, there were two sides to its surface, and the peace-loving fools the Decepticons had become seemed to have all but forgotten the far reaches of their metallic planet. Ah, if Vector Sigma deep within the depths of Terminus heard of their deceit. . . well. Such prey would find its way to unhinged jaws, broken apart so denta could dig deep within its coating. Embers for sparks, evil for good ; he is all but wrapped in hellish nightmare, cascading the street with flow of indigo and ominous crimson.

Tires screech as metal breaks apart, sharp claws grabbing hold to rake through once paved streets, tearing up metallic skeleton of walkways and structural foundation. Heels dug deep as soiled foliage was uprooted from their merciless graves. A dead city is one thing, but the scent of something FRESHER remains. Red optic flares as center contracts, scanning the darkened streets where traces of life seem to have once been. Razor digit extends, dragging along the edge of a building, swiping up to find disturbed pathways in rust and space dust. “K-Keyeheheh. . . playing hide and seek, are we ? I like this game. . . I always win.”

Rumble of laughter bubbles up from the throat as flexi-band jaws break apart enough to allow glossa a drag over sharp denta. How long has it been since a HUNT was presented ? A chase with TARN, yes. . . for his list holds many names he cares little for. Alas, he knows that THIS is something different - THIS is on his home planet. Heel crushes down on discarded glass, frame moving quick as a flash in purple streaks, metallic body swinging around corners and alleyways, peering between buildings in curious wonder. “Hnnnh. . . I thought I smelled FEAR.” » Do you think it could be a Decepticon ? » Maybe it’s just your mind playing tricks on you. It does it often enough. “Quiet.” Claw swings upwards by audials, optic narrowing as finely tuned systems harness for the elements. Whispers of ghosts only Blurr can hear fade into the distance, replaced by the steady pulse of something rhythmic.

Helm jerks to the left, red optic wide as sharp lantern’s grin breaks in horrendous display. “Found you.” Two steps forward and a quick jump up, claws latching into the side of the building in magnificent scaling ; speed is his ally, though not as helpful when clawing up structures ; still. . . a fuel for nightmares in some wandering eyes, perhaps. But Blurr is moving fast and has little patience for pleading words. . . though, SOMETIMES, he enjoys the game.

#forceguardian #MY BIGGEST ENEMY IS ME » V1 ( MAIN ) ;#long post cw ;#I'LL SOON TAKE OFF MY FUNNY DISGUISE » QUEUE ;

DOUBLE CREATURE FEATURE

Decepticons. DISGUSTING - the whole lot of them. Pretending to live peacefully in the wake of a war long fought, but not yet over - not for them. Sharp pede propped against the backplates of a mech long since burned through, heel bent to shove corpse clear from its seated position. Razor claws propped on one hip-plate, the other dragged across active soundboard, sliding and pressing to test each function with intrigued curiosity. Red optic widened as a ping sounded, alerting of an active flux in the area. Space bridge maybe ? Or was it the ship he was so used to seeing before the arrival of the mech he was always delighted to see ? Sharp digits scraped along the console as he twisted, briskly moving through the vacant hall, headed for the front door of the illustrious estate.

He’d located the informant quickly, having once been a data interceptor himself. It reminded him of older times - working for his Prime as they advanced on the pathetic Megatron and his lackeys. It had taken him little time to rid the universe of the little weasel, as the organics on Earth once said, and moved on to the next step - investigating the spoils they’d gained. As soon as he’d found the looming estate, he’d known exactly who to call. His universe was hardly inviting, but the remnants of its wealthiest districts were still lush with riches to explore - such as the magnificent theater installed within its basement dwellings. Blurr waited with anticipation, pede tapping as he stood outside, one claw on his hip, the other dragging razor index against jagged scars along jaw, comms crackling into activity.

« Ah, JT... I assume that would be you approaching? Not gonna make me wait all night, are you? K-Kyeheheheh. You know how IMPATIENT I can be. Hurry up ! Before I start enjoying the surprise without you ! »

@cruel-singer

#cruelsinger #MY BIGGEST ENEMY IS ME » V1 ( MAIN ) ;#I'LL SOON TAKE OFF MY FUNNY DISGUISE » QUEUE ;#[[ let the date night begin !!#the malicious morbid date night ! ]]

▐💖 ▐ @cruel-singer » “ for our murder romance o3o ”

How likely they are to enter a relationship with them:

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Would they…

BOLD WHAT APPLIES:

Their Relationship Is:

PUBLIC Displays of Affection:

PRIVATE Displays of Affection:

Do they stay together?

BONUS

What terrible pet names would they give each other?

» Blurr calls Tarn JT, due to Tarn’s ability to cause physical & torturous pain with his voice & the ability it holds when singing, if he ever decided to. Yes, JT stands for what you think it does. No, Blurr will not explain nor argue against it. He is not taking any constructive criticism at this time. » Although it is not a pet name, Blurr enjoys when Tarn calls him Captain, as he is the leader of the helm upon The Emperor as they scour the galaxy. But, there’s a sense of affection when Tarn says it that Blurr cannot always explain. He craves it. » BONUS ROUND : they are each each other’s midnight snack. That is all. Thank you uwu.

#cruelsinger #STATIC & WHITE NOISE » answer ;#[[ WE LOVE TO SEE THESE TWO !!!#Tumblr didn't tell me I had asks.#the audacity. ]]#[[ I LOVE THIS #also yes Tarn #call him Captain #wink wonk. ]]#[[ I live for this power couple ]]

titanium-memes

A Less Spicy Shipping Meme

Send a 💖 and I’ll tell you what a relationship would be like with my character:

How likely they are to enter a relationship with them:

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Would they…

BOLD WHAT APPLIES:

Their Relationship Is:

PUBLIC Displays of Affection:

PRIVATE Displays of Affection:

Do they stay together?

BONUS

What terrible pet names would they give each other?

#if it's in a word or in a look » MEME ;#and you won't sleep a wink » QUEUE ;

Tarantulas

Tarantulas would’ve approved of the roach metaphor. An arthropod with a tough exoskeleton, always lurking in the shadows and never quite exterminated? These two had more in common than their unusual tastes and unnerving laughter, that was for sure.

«You sound positively giddy about all this, my mech, it’s infectious.» A light cackle, definitely genuine in its delight. «I can’t exactly offer you a trading port myself, but I’m sure I could scrounge up the coordinates for somewhere fitting. I’ll entrust you with choosing the menu though - your exquisite palate never fails to impress. Besides, you’re the one with the fresh selection here. I’ll happily settle with contributing a side dish or two.»

When it came to the absolute survival of his own machinery, Blurr was a mech that would fight denta and claw to come out the victor. Regardless of the broken pipes, rusted wiring, borrowed parts ; Blurr had managed to cling to a lifetime of function. Perhaps that was why the two of them simply got along better than most.

░ K-Kyeheheheh. Well, you know me. I’ve always been one to find AMUSEMENT in any situation. ░ With a plan in motion, rusted Autobot moved to rise from his station, flexing claws before making his way down the platform and onto the bridge of the ship. Small crew bobbed helms in greeting before malicious mech silently commanded to follow coordinates to a hub for refuel and, if lucky, carnage. ░ Hnnnh. So long as it’s not CRAWLING with any of those pathetic AUTOBOTS your universe is known for... ░ Aside from Drift, he could without the mess of righteous bots that decided the fate of their world was in their servos. Claws lifted to drag along scarred jaw, tapping as they reached a flexi-stitch. ░ Then again, I suppose it would be FUN to make them all run in a PANIC. K-Kyeheheheh. You know, ever since the war ended here, I’ve been STARVING for some confrontation ... K-KYAHAHA! Wouldn’t that be A TIME ? ░ Snickers rumbled in the vox of the mech, helm shaking.

░ All right, my webbing FRIEND - you pick the time and the place, I’ll bring the SELECTION. K-Kyeheheh. It’s been TOO LONG since I’ve seen you - you have to tell me all about what I’ve MISSED around this side of the UNIVERSE. K-Kyeheheh. Whenever you’re ready, then... we’ll be ready to JUMP not long from now - you know me. I never waste TIME. ░

#araneamechanica #MY BIGGEST ENEMY IS ME » V1 ( MAIN ) ;#AND YOU WON'T SLEEP A WINK » queue ;#[[ ♥♥ ]]

Blurr throughout his entire life cycle really just be like :

I’m here for a good time, not a long time. But I will also be here a long time to have my good time at your expense - start running.

#I'LL SOON TAKE OFF MY FUNNY DISGUISE » ooc ;#[[ im here for a good time AND a long time.#suffer. ]]

▐ late recycle day surprise ! ▐ @cruel-singer whispers » ::Hey Blurr, I believe you celebrated your recycle day around this date, right? I have one last bottle of fine aged innermost energon. I thought we could... celebrate together. What do you say?::

░ When I’m in the area, I’m always interested in spending time visiting my faaaaavorite Decepticon. Matter of fact, I think you’re the only - only - ONLY Decepticon I remotely like around this glitch of a universe. K-Kyeheheheh. ░

Claws snipped together in razor-scraping fashion as Autobot slouched in his seat, heeled pedes kicked upon his desk. Rolling vox between his digits, wires dangling still from the piece, he hummed in thought. With a cackling laugh, he kicked himself loose from position and swung around to stand, crushing vocal piece within his palm in excitement.

░ Pits - why not ? Let’s have a little party, you and I. K-Kyeheheheh. You bring the energon. . . I’ll bring the ENTERTAINMENT. K-KYAHAHA! Where are we meeting, JT ? Your place. .. or mine ? ░

#cruelsinger #MY BIGGEST ENEMY IS ME » V1 ( MAIN ) ;#[[ blurr would eyebrow waggle if he had them i bet.#he's such a clown but only for you tarn #only for you ♥ ]]#STATIC & WHITE NOISE » answer ;#AND YOU WON'T SLEEP A WINK » queue ;

▐ unprompted▐ @aranea-mechanica whispers :: His CANNIPAL is back??? Don't mind if Tarantulas drops him a line. «Let me know when you have time for a dinner date, my dear. We *really* must catch up!»

░ Well well well, if it isn’t the itsy bitsy spider that dooms the halls. Tarantulas ! K-Kyeheh. Aren’t you a mech after my own ember ? ░

Radio silence broken and looming ship returned from galaxy’s farthest reach ; indeed, the monster has somehow clawed his way back from the depths of a journey well needed, though one could almost wonder where exactly he’s been. A skeleton crew of mechs salivating at the maw for energon of weak-embered fools across the stretch of each planet - yes, they have become a TERROR that once ravaged across the battlefield. The war may be lost in favor to the Decepticons, but ember pulsing inside scarred & rotting Autobot continuously refuses defeat. And so, like a roach from beneath crushed boot, he has returned with tenacity.

░ I’ve got all the time in the universe, mech. K-Kyeheheh. We’ve just returned from a little field trip and we’re looking for a place to port for a time. While we - k-kyeheheheh - clean the cargo out. Let me know the place and when - oooh, and tell me who I should bring. K-KYAHAHA ! I’ve got flavors upon flavors of fearfully preserved energon just waiting to be broken open with a scream ! ░

#araneamechanica #MY BIGGEST ENEMY IS ME » V1 ( MAIN ) ;#STATIC & WHITE NOISE » answer ;#[[ here we go. back at it again at horror krispy kreme. ]]#AND YOU WON'T SLEEP A WINK » queue ;

▐ unprompted▐ ANON whispers, “ Blurr, describe one of your nightmares? ”

“Nightmares are welcome where I stand - I drag myself through them constantly. K-Kyeheheheh. They inspire the fear I use. Hnnnh. I’ve got plenty to spare. K-Kyeheheh. I could tell you the one about wiring inside rotting away under corrosive rust at such a slow pace, the impatience of its dripping acidic out-layers outweighs the need to survive. Oh, or what about the one where the frames move when you’re not making direct optic contact with them ? K-Kyeheheheh. And there’s also the one - my favorite one, in fact - where they get voices that I don’t recognize and say things I don’t think. And as hard as I try, things just don’t quite seem the same as they were when my systems were online, even if their servos are grabbing at me in failed attempts to drag me down the smelter with them.” Claw tapped chin idly in thought.

“Though, I suppose the worst of them all is real - the fact that those disgusting insects you call humans still roam a planet out there in the galaxy and use those weak-minded Decepticons as their shields against the simplest of conflicts. K-Kyeheheheh. They really are a disgusting stain on the universe . . .and yet, somehow, they keep surviving.”

#[[ inb4 this creepy mf just tells horrific nightmares #but they're all like #chef kiss inspiring. ]]#STATIC & WHITE NOISE » answer ;#AND YOU WON'T SLEEP A WINK » queue ;

onceuponamusing

I’m something DANGEROUS; with g u n p o w d e r in my VEINS and DAGGERS in my g a z e

I’m a l i v i n g WEAPON — a t i c k i n g TIMEBOMB — and you can’t DISARM me

#THATS WHY ITS CALLED A MONSTER » ( MUSINGS ) ;#AND YOU WON'T SLEEP A WINK » queue ;

“ You wouldn't know a GOOD time if it clawed your optics out and made a meal of your ember. So, really, I don’t expect you to understand why I’M having fun. . . and YOU’RE not. ”

#MY BIGGEST ENEMY IS ME » V1 ( MAIN ) ;#READY OR NOT » ( OPEN ) ;#[[ i told you i'd be back and boy howdy am i back fr this time.#come @ me. ]]#[[ new promo comin' real soon. ]]#AND YOU WON'T SLEEP A WINK » queue ;

buckykingofmemes

im too stubborn to die

#YOU'LL SEE HIM IF YOU LOOK » aesthetic ;#AND YOU WON'T SLEEP A WINK » queue ;#[[ breathes life into a monster.#after working on some side projects for some income. I have arrived.#to ruin everyone's life.#this writing is going to get kinda spooky tho. u.u ]]

#I'LL SOON TAKE OFF MY FUNNY DISGUISE » ooc ;#[[ not me struggling to make a promo for this blog to #keep my ass active. ;A; ]]

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