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@cliffandthekid-archive
"Do I EVER want back-up?"
Transformers Prime RP sideblog, featuring an AU where Cliffjumper survives past episode one, and picks up Sierra to be his human charge a little further on (based on these fan fics written by yours truly).
Feel free to drop an ask with any questions - mutual or otherwise!
/awkward little wave
So it has been a Hot Minute since I took an accidental break back in January, and accidentally missed what apparently turned into some huge drama between different people I liked to talk to. Rather than pop back up in the middle of it all, I decided to just extend my hiatus, work on some other projects, etc etc. And it's been good! Progress made on my second novel, quite a few pieces of fan fic written and posted, just lots of artistic endeavors in general.
Now, I'm starting to swing back towards Transformers, and rather than dig this and my other blogs out of the seven months build-up of dust and cobwebs, I've decided to just start from scratch on a new account, with Cliff and Sierra as my main and various OCs to follow on side-blogs (since I've noticed it's far easier to get follow-backs from folks if I first talk to them as canon characters, a-heh)
Anyway, I'm setting this in my queue for later, so by the time y'all see it the new Cliff-and-the-Kid should be up and running. Hope to see you there!
-Tri
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Remix gets a double thumbs up - would be more than that, but Cliff's only got the two, so he makes do
Any time the femme wants to hit him up for a sparring match or just a drive around town, she's more than welcome
Any other Cybertronians want to boop Cliffjumper, that's fine, he's more than happy to grin and laugh along and do some booping in return
Just- pay no attention to the grumpy human teenager he stuck inside the little hollow nook in his chestplates. She's off limits to any booping he hasn't vetted as being appropriately gentle
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Red paintjob buddy! With a most excellent hat, perfect for slapping these fun little human confetti eggs onto - not that Cliff is considering it, or anything, just ignore this cartoon and its brightly painted contents he's hiding behind his back
my only complaint is that the paws appear when you boop someone and not when someone boops you. I want to be scrolling and minding my own business and suddenly get whapped by a cat paw
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Dennis gets eight out of ten stars - stand up guy, usually down for shenanigans, only suffers the discount because of that time he shared food with Sierra but did not warn her it was spicy
Send me 💭 to hear my muses thoughts on your muse
(Haven't been back more than thirty seconds but already the Booping has begun)
What Wolfen's Rage character are you?
Cliffjumper - Teresa
Big, boisterous, and larger than life, in personality if not actual size, you haven't yet met a challenge daunting enough to keep you from tackling it head-on. And whether your friends think it's a good idea or not, they're coming along for the ride, because you're a team effort type person who isn't interested in letting others sit around while life passes them by.
Sierra - Andren
A person of hidden values and deeper morals than you like to let on, otherwise someone might get it in their head that you can be a Responsible Individual. Sure, when rough times roll in you're capable of setting aside the jokes and humor to focus on what's important, but only while emphasizing it's very much a temporary state of affairs.
(/scrolls through Drafts)
(/glances at the clock looming closer to mandatory bedtime)
(...tomorrow. I am going to get some replies finished and posted tomorrow.)
Dennis knows the feeling well, and recognizes her smile as something he wears himself quite often, especially when his bois are being cute. So he makes no remarks and has no thought about it, other than a brief understanding they share a mutual appreciation for the babies.
It's about time someone did too, in all honesty.
"That one's Spot," he introduces, before scooping up the other two from their enclosure one by one for their introductions, "And this is Mister Whiskers, and this is Patches." Both are held close to his chest and contained, to minimize ratty hi-jinx around their guest.
Okay, a muffled eeeee noise does manage to leak out, but otherwise Sierra contains her glee. She sweeps her ponytail over one shoulder and cuddles Spot close so he can sniff the strands if he'd like, then holds out her other hand to offer a finger for the other babies to sniff.
"Your Honor, I love them."
Sierra can die happy now. Or at least go about her day with a real smile for once.
It's a tantalizing offer, one the himbo can't resist because 1) there's new smells that need snuffling 2) there's potential nesting material he has not yet encountered prior to this moment. So, once Sierra's hair passes the cautionary sniffs of vibe checking, Spot starts pawing his way up her shirt to get up onto her shoulder and closer to her ponytail.
"Me too." Dennis hums in agreement, darting his eyes back and forth between the duo in his hands to the loner left in Sierra's care for the time being. "Careful with his climbing. If he falls it's gonna hurt at this height."
"'Kay." Her right hand keeps touching Spot at all times, nominally to continuing petting, but also to press closer and hold the little daredevil in place in case he tips free over her shirt. His fur is just- so soft, it's honestly ridiculous. "How'd you get these guys?"
Is she asking just to make conversation, or for more self-serving purposes? The world may never know...
Well that's an oops. Cliff raises his free arm and blindly taps around for a moment, until he finds Bee's shoulder armor and gives the scout a few reassuring pats.
He's fine, it's just. Been a long day.
oh. well those pats are reassuring. but just in case, bee trills a questioning note & shifts onto his chassis to lay perpendicular to the fallen autobot, propping his helm up in his servos to look down at him. normally he'd leave this kind of thing to arcee, but she doesn't seem to be here at the moment ...
Well, looks like he's got company for a while.
Still not up to saying anything, Cliff elects to let loose a long, drawn-out groan that morphs into a sigh towards the end. Then he shifts the arm laying across his faceplates, just enough to peer at Bee with a single optic, an offer a tired, lop-sided smile.
Cuuuuute-!
Sierra bites her tongue to keep from making any embarrassing noises, but the delighted grin on her face is unmistakable as one finger carefully strokes the soft fur in-between Spot's ears.
Best start to the day ever.
Dennis knows the feeling well, and recognizes her smile as something he wears himself quite often, especially when his bois are being cute. So he makes no remarks and has no thought about it, other than a brief understanding they share a mutual appreciation for the babies.
It's about time someone did too, in all honesty.
"That one's Spot," he introduces, before scooping up the other two from their enclosure one by one for their introductions, "And this is Mister Whiskers, and this is Patches." Both are held close to his chest and contained, to minimize ratty hi-jinx around their guest.
Okay, a muffled eeeee noise does manage to leak out, but otherwise Sierra contains her glee. She sweeps her ponytail over one shoulder and cuddles Spot close so he can sniff the strands if he'd like, then holds out her other hand to offer a finger for the other babies to sniff.
"Your Honor, I love them."
Sierra can die happy now. Or at least go about her day with a real smile for once.
"You have a pet rat? ...can I hold him?" (@cliffandthekid)
"I have three." And without further delay, Sierra is handed the best introductory boy, Spot, who casually sniffs at her hand but seems to be immediately content with his new surroundings and handler. Not like there's enough brain cells in his head to protest about them anyway.
Cuuuuute-!
Sierra bites her tongue to keep from making any embarrassing noises, but the delighted grin on her face is unmistakable as one finger carefully strokes the soft fur in-between Spot's ears.
Best start to the day ever.
"I know you mean well, but I can do without the pity, thanks." Somehow Cliffjumper manages to say this with a straight face, despite the energon and oil that continues to leak from beneath torn shoulder armor. (@cliffandthekid)
Don't You Dare Pity Me Starters [Accepting]
"Pity is something I reserve for pathetic fools, the kind that could not tell their helm from their aft with both servos and an AI guided galactic positioning system welded to their nose." Trojan grumbled, already pulling out their tools.
"You know. For bots that think showing off while trying to redirect a frag grenade is a good idea." the sarcasm was as pointed as the shrapnel now embedded in Cliffjumpers arm. "Assuming you'd rather not let your pet see you like this, I'm going to need you to hold still."
"Good to know," Cliff huffs, rolling his optics. Normally he'd put his whole helm into it for the exaggerated effect, but- well. Any movement that pulls on the tension cables connecting his neck to his shoulder right now kinda hurts, funny enough. An even better reason to hold still than Trojan telling him so. "...if I pull out the annoyed 'she's not a pet' response, you're just going to double down on calling her that, aren't you?"
That's pretty much the only thing Decepticons call Team Prime's human allies, especially the kids, but he's half-curious if this one might agree to knock it off.
