Searching the Stars

Hello all, I know I haven't been here in a while but I feel like I'd drop by and say I am possibly thinking of revamping and fixing this blog to make it more refined and trying to start up writing again

Irl issues lead to me not being very active here and since most have been or are in the process of being resolved I'd like to fix that

If anyone had a thread going with me and would like to start something up again just hmu via private messages and I'll work something out with you

Thanks for your patience

#ooc post #continued #more updates!!!

progress update! I have shaved down the number of characters and refined my rules and the ocs in general feel free to take a look for any updates!

Irl issues lead to me not being very active here and since most have been or are in the process of being resolved I'd like to fix that

If anyone had a thread going with me and would like to start something up again just hmu via private messages and I'll work something out with you

Thanks for your patience

#ooc post #updates n such

starter for @canarybot

The police-bot-self enjoyed nighttime patrols, it made everything look so much different. She also didn’t have to act like a dumb machine, provided she stuck to the assigned route; none of Aggregate’s selves had figured out how to spoof their implanted GPS units yet. And so she moseyed back and forth down the street, flicking her flashlight on to inspect some graffiti.

She continued on in this manner for awhile before beeping in surprise. Oh wow, was that what she thought it was!? The tiny robot wheeled over to the Cybertronian and helpfully offered,

“This part of town isn’t a good place to be at this time of night.”

They were even bigger than TV made them seem! She tilted awkwardly back on her treads to try and meet its optics.

“They are… metal piranhas?” Very fast-acting ones, from what WreckingBall was saying. Hopefully they wouldn’t be interested in her, though maybe Aggregate could shove a not-her in their path as a distraction. She could say goodbye to her cover, but that was better than saying goodbye to herself. The body shuddered at the thought, her other bodies also tensing. What if a Scraplet ate a body that hadn’t Awoken yet!?

Oh this thing was so cool! Kind of a funny symbol, though. “Ow!” Leaning too close, the little red sensor accidentally touched the energy sphere. Aggregate’s little arms couldn’t reach it in their original mode, so her tutor-body rubbed at its own facial screening. It helped… a little.

“Was your family ‘Wreckers’?” She knew a Bulkhead! Or… knew of one, at least. Probably not the same Bulkhead, but not not-the-same as with her bodies. Multiverse stuff was weird and hurt her processors.

#aggregatesalvagenco #old soldier

“If that makes most sense to you, then yeah,”

Of course he didn’t really know what a “piranha” was, most likely some earth creature...he’d have to ask Canary about it at some point...

“Hey! Be careful!” he exclaimed, quickly withdrawing the sphere and pulling it back into his palm again, “This thing can put off enough electricity to bring down Cybertronians much larger than myself! It’s not the best idea to touch it!”

Not to mention what could happen to someone so small if that much energy was accidentally shot into them... For all he knew, he could fry her processor or stop her spark! All the better reason to retract his weapon and keep the hand it was stored in far away from her until the energy dissipated.

He pursed his lips for a moment. “Well...no...but the Wreckers felt like my family for a long time, even before I met my conjunx endura and started one of my own...but we didn’t exactly leave on the best terms...” Something in his expression shifted. A small shift, a glimpse of regret and sadness. It was gone as quickly as it had appeared. “Cargo was a medic, most skilled doc I ever met and could perform complex surgeries at astounding speeds using all those different arms. Had a falling out of her own with the other docs, got into the mother of all screaming matches with Ratchet, and left to start her own...”private clinic”...helping out ‘bots who needed it most. My son wanted to be a doc too, follow in his mother’s pede steps...”

Though recalling his family brought a sense of comfort, it also brought along a mournful feeling that showed in the distant expression that lingered on his face...

Deceptive Aid

@canarybot Continued:

//PING//

For good measure, Starscream also sent a ping through the jury-rigged aquatic transmitter he’d ‘liberated’ from a human military base. What? They weren’t using it correctly anyway!

::Canarrrry~:: he trilled, as obnoxiously cheerful as possible, ::how have you been doing in your search? Well, I hope!:: Ugh, the things he did to advance in the universe… ::I managed to find - I think - components for that upgrade you said you wanted.::

If she expected her tragic backstory to faze him, it didn’t work, Starscream was too busy admiring the pretty biolights.

He just grinned that ever-unsettling smirk. “Oh come now, don’t be such a strut-in-the-mud, it’s not as if the Autobots and Decepticons aren’t trying to offline the respective other factions’ Leader; they’re just all mad that I got there first.”

“‘That’s something you could be executed for’,” Starscream mocked, throwing back his helm and cackling madly. “You speak about ‘loss’ when you’ve only lost loved ones, instead of losing your city, nearly every member of your frametype, and even your own Spark.” He tapped the center of his cockpit with a single claw. “I was executed; it just didn’t stick. There is no Spark behind here, it was ripped from my Shell by the very AllSpark in a fit of pique by Lord Megatron.”

“While both I and Backlit are offline, that designation belongs not to me but to my revered predecessor.” He sketched out a mocking bow. “You are, instead, speaking to

the exalted Starscream,

prince of Vos, Air Commander to and rightful ruler of the Decepticons!”

Oh, that felt wonderful, like stretching one’s wings in a derecho after a decacycle of being ground-bound, or scratching the maddening itch of a corroding wire. What a relief.

#headlessbutnothopeless #still searching #((AH I HAVE BEEN REALLY BUSY LATELY HELLO))#((SORRY ABOUT THAT))

The harsh sting of his mockeries made her recoil, yet barely had time to process or retort before even more sickening information was forced into her processor.

That name.

So familiar.

Her face visibly scrunched up in confusion and deep thought as she searched desperately into her memory as to why it was making a part of her feel much more worried than before. The moment of horrible realization was evident as her optics shot open wide and her lights brightened in tandem with her surge of adrenaline, panicked patterns as even the three high powered beams on her chest and shoulders blinked to life.

Her systems were transferring energy in preparation to flee, and for good reason,

Wrecking Ball’s graphic descriptions and warnings, all the tales of destruction, the vivid flashes of her own memories that her processor tried to suppress. While not all connected to him, the faction name was enough to send a chill down her spinal strut.

No she could still salvage this!

This didn’t have to end in a fight!

“I...” her voice came out a weak whimper at first before she managed to gather what shreds of courage remained within her spark, “I-I don’t know what you’ve been wanting from me this entire time, I have nothing someone of your...” A nervous swallow, an attempt to force back the lump in her throat. “Your status would find of value...b-but lets be reasonable here, w-we can discuss this in a civil manner. I-If there is anything you want of me I’ll give it to you, I...I don’t want to fight you,”

missszena

Ay so I haven’t been super active here but I thought I’d upload this lil makeup thing I did with my special girl Canary for Halloween

The light blue looks surprisingly nice on her!

#ooc #my art #still searching

horrificmemes

Terrible First Meeting Starters

For breaking the ice in the worst possible way, featuring themes including: kidnapping, murder, stalking, injury, monsters, and just general meanness. [Brackets] indicate spaces to include your own words to personalize your ask!

“Wh-who are you? Where are we? Why are we tied up together?!” “You almost killed me, so no, it’s not nice to meet you.” “Oh my god, are you okay? Should I call an ambulance?” “I wondered when you were going to wake up. You almost didn’t survive.” “Get out of my way before I move you myself.” “Please, let me out of here!” “You’re staring like you’ve never seen a [monster/vampire/demon/etc] before.” “Hey. Pretend you were waiting for me. You’re being followed.” “You don’t know me, but something terrible is going to happen.” “You’re in the wrong place at the wrong time.” “Please, someone help!” “You shouldn’t be out here all by yourself this late at night.” “Stop shining that flashlight on me! I’m not a damn ghost!” “I’m sorry if I hurt you.” “Shh, don’t scream! I’m not trying to attack you!” “I’ve never seen anything like you before.” “Stand right there and don’t get any closer!” “Now that you’ve seen this, I can’t let you leave and just tell anyone.” “Ugh, my head. What happened to us?” “Is there a reason you’ve been following me for an hour?” “If you come near me, I will scream at the top of my lungs.” “Holy shit. What have you done?!” “Is that blood? Is that YOUR blood?” “Don’t panic, I can explain!” “I promise you, this isn’t what it looks like.” “I won’t hurt you if you just keep your mouth shut.” “Who are you? Where are you taking me?!” “This is for your own safety. I’ll explain later.” “What the hell was that thing back there?!” “There’s something wrong with me. I need your help!” “Please, someone, there’s been an emergency!” “You can’t leave. You’re a witness and now you’ve involved.” “I’m being hunted, and now they’ve seen you too.” “If you believe in any god, I suggest praying to them now.” “Shh! Hide here, and don’t move a muscle.” “Can I walk with you? I think I’m being followed.” “I’m so sorry. I don’t like tricking people, but I had to lure you here.” “Fuck off, this is private property!” “I’ve seen some weird shit, but you’re something else.” “Oh my god. Are you a [monster/demon/angel/etc]?” “Don’t look at me like that, with those eyes.” “That isn’t your blood. What did you do?” “I promise not to tell anyone, just let me go!” “Come with me. I want to show you something.” “You’re not going to eat me, are you?” “You should never have approached me. You don’t know who you’re dealing with.” “Go away, I’m not looking for a conversation.” “You don’t just follow people to their homes! I’m calling the police.” “Please, I’ll do anything, just untie me!” “I’m sorry if I scared you.” “I had to tie you up. You didn’t leave me any other choice.” “I don’t even know you. What do you mean, I ‘have’ to go with you?” “We almost died back there. Maybe we should introduce ourselves.” “Let go of me!” “I’m hurt. Please, I need you to call an ambulance for me.” “You have to come with me, something bad is about to happen!” “I’m not leaving until you tell me why you’ve been following me!” “Seeing as we may not survive, I should tell you my name. It’s [name].”

#ooc #starter prompts #((you know what lets get wild))

(for Hummingbird) "I'm proud of you, even if I wasn't able to be around for your life. You may not carry my direct coding, but I'm honored to be considered your parent. Stay strong, youngling, and I hope you can find happiness with your partner."

"I...I'll try! I'll try the best I can! I still really miss you...both of you...but I'll keep you both in my spark!"

#on delicate wings #((hummingbird finally getting some love around here-))

starter for @canarybot

She continued on in this manner for awhile before beeping in surprise. Oh wow, was that what she thought it was!? The tiny robot wheeled over to the Cybertronian and helpfully offered,

“This part of town isn’t a good place to be at this time of night.”

They were even bigger than TV made them seem! She tilted awkwardly back on her treads to try and meet its optics.

She nodded. “Another I-we tutors their younglings. Even they are very destructive.” Those small humans were far older than herself, but she wasn’t destructive, so that left her once again torn; what. Was. She? Aggregate did the equivalent of a frown across her many bodies. “What is a ‘Scraplets’?”

“No no, we-I are not startled!” Aggregate waved the body’s arms again. “Do that again, please!” Was that energy, or was it physical? Both? “… What is a ‘Wreckers’?”

Being tutored was such a weird feeling, the tutor-body chimed in. She didn’t know what counted as ‘heavy duty’, but it couldn’t be her, she was far too small.

#aggregatesalvagenco #old soldier #((it's fine I just get long winded kshgksg))

The question made him suck in a hiss of air, his face momentarily screwing up into an uncomfortable expression. He was hoping he wouldn’t have to explain that...

“Well...Scraplets are...” he chewed the inside of his cheek, considering how he would explain something so terrifying to someone so...innocent... “They are small parasites...who...eat machines, though they have a taste for mechanoids above all. There is never just one, I’ve seen them travel in packs of thousands. They can consume someone as large as me within hours, maybe even seconds. Just...be glad they apparently don’t live on this planet, you don’t want to see one...if you manage to see one before it crawls inside your plating and starts eating your circuits,”

His body was wracked with a visible shudder. In his time as a Wrecker, he had witnessed many cocky young recruits and old veterans alike be torn into by the little fraggers, most not surviving to tell the tale! Even his close traveling companion had lost someone to their destructive power.

The opportunity to change the subject was a massive weight from his shoulders.

“Well, if you insist,” he turned his hand over once more, palm side up, and allowed the sphere to once again grow from his palm. It sparked with electrical energy, and at her final question, he turned the sphere around and set it on the ground near her so the unique emblem was visible. It resembled the Autobot emblem, though a hammer was added to the “forehead” of the face. “Wreckers are entirely relied upon for their strength. We were used in dire situations, ones with no other option but brute force, which meant...well...our numbers were often fairly small and we had a high fatality rate. I left to find my family, but the last I heard of them, they brought in new trainees...a kid named Bulkhead looked like a promising choice...hope he’s doing alright...”

routine (yes, random)

Anchor Down never had a solid schedule, especially after joining the Autobots and being deployed in various strange and new locations, though his free time did have a sort of routine.

He always made it a point to go to nearby markets and buy whatever datapad or literature he could find. Alien markets, Cybertronian ones, even abandoned libraries or archives in an attempt to grow his collection. If not that, he would be reading for several hours a day.

Adopting new routines wasn't something he struggled with, which is what helped him adjust to joining the Autobots and doing what was often required of him. Surprise assignments or missions would occasionally shake him after he got used to any sort of routine, but he would do his best to roll with the punches.

#headlessbutnothopeless #a gentle titan

rpmemes-galore

all about health

send one ( or more ) in to learn all about…

scars: how many scars does my muse have? where are they located on my muse’s body? how did they get them? what do they look like?

sleep: how many hours a night does my muse sleep? do they take naps? how restful is their sleep? do they experience nightmare? if so, how often?

meals: how many meals does my muse eat a day? what do they generally consist of?

routine: does my muse have a consistent routine in their lives? do they find it difficult to stick to a routine?

chronic: does my muse have any chronic health conditions / illnesses? how do these affect them from day-to-day?

doctor: how often does my muse visit the doctor? do they tend to go routinely, or only when something is wrong?

relaxation: what does my muse do to relax? do they find it easy to carve out time to relax?

aches: does my muse have any frequent aches? ie, muscle aches, joint aches? how do these affect them from day-to-day?

stress: does my muse handle stress well? what is a surefire sign for others to tell that they’ve become stressed? how does stress affect them mentally / physically?

mind: does my muse have any mental conditions that affect their lives? what are they? how do they handle them? what coping methods do they use most?

#ooc #ask prompts #((specify muse or it will be random))

"......" (Because they're dead, geddit? 🤣)

"That is never something to laugh about! Losing loved ones, especially parents who you love dearly, isn't something to be turned into a joke! Look at what your words have done to poor little Hummingbird!"

"...I...I miss my dad..."

#still searching #on delicate wings

Deceptive Aid

@canarybot Continued:

//PING//

For good measure, Starscream also sent a ping through the jury-rigged aquatic transmitter he’d ‘liberated’ from a human military base. What? They weren’t using it correctly anyway!

The discomfort pleased him, and he let out a brief purr of his engines. But then it vanished as soon as it had appeared, replaced by a fierce scowl. “That rubble was built over, far more insulting than if it had simply been left to rust, picked over by scavengers.”

Oh please, does she expect him to care about desecrating corpses? Yes, many would have been Seekers, but better they be put to use by surviving Seekers than by their murderers. It’s not like he used protoforms to create cannon fodder clones and backup bodies or anything.

… wait.

“Your concern is unnecessary and misplaced, though the offer is appreciated.” The femme was so young, what could she possibly know about loss? The ‘friend’ whose emblem she desired to return? Sentimental nonsense. Good thing Canary doesn’t know Seeker wingsign, and good thing his Sparkless Shell didn’t have an EM field to betray the raging emotions within.

“Oh…w-well the offer still stands,” she muttered, a bit surprised by the response, “It’s just…I know what it’s like to lose something…everything…”

Her discomfort was soon joined by a returning wave of sadness, a sting of grief that reared its ugly head once again. It was a familiar feeling she had started to become used to by this point.

It stung…a lot.

“You’re only the second person I’ve actually spoken to, without being attacked at least, since I had to flee Cybertron. At times like these, it’s helpful to form connections, lean on one another and help each other through times as tough as these,” she offered a half-hearted smile, trying to push back the negative swirl of emotions. Those wouldn’t help at that moment, would they? “Besides, I still owe you a lot for helping me so far, and there isn’t a lot I could really offer you, asides from maybe fixing or building something or being your eyes in water,”

“You didn’t lose everything you’ve ever dreamed of. You weren’t exiled, with the universe’s biggest bounty in history placed on your helm, all for the crime of a minor bit of regicide.” His fist tightened as he spat the words. “What could a tiny Aut- little lost femme know!?” With no EM field to flicker wildly, the Shard in Starscream’s helm burned, a pale blue light shining through the shutter. Its pain only intensified his rage.

Canary had no idea to whom she was speaking. The Air Commander was on the verge of puffing his chestplating out and flaring his wings to announce his true identity.

“Hmph, sounds just like Autobots to me, I know their ways all too well, how they treat their prisoners.” The best revenge is served ice cold; just because it was long in coming didn’t mean Starscream would bring Pit on Cybertron to the scientists responsible. “Yes, you’ll be quite useful as an intermediary so I don’t have to deal with those self-righteous fraggers.”