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(♔) A hum.

≪It’s so painfully obvious how little Autobots care about their own.≫

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gotchainmycrosshairs‌:

( We aren’t that bad, are we? Well, sure, maybe KO is, but the rest of us? I think not, old mech! )

(♔) Another scoff.

≪I can’t believe these words are going to come out of my mouth but Fasttrack is the least of my worries when it comes to you lot. I just wish he would do something about the cats.≫

#gotchainmycrosshairs

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( are we getting another brother? Because I have some concerns about this one, just sayin’. )

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(♔) A scoff.

≪First off, I am not your creator. Nor will I be adopting a mechling. I’m far too busy making sure the whole lot of you aren’t destroying our planet with your wacky schemes of the day.≫

#gotchainmycrosshairs

skyvopp‌:

Skywarp still twitched, servos reaching up the moment the paste was applied, fidgeting and scratching at his wrist with his other servo. “….Itches.” he complained.

And then tensed, wings jerking up and out in a clumsily displayed aggression once more. “My wings are fine! You don’t need to touch them! No one needs to touch them!” he flared. “You just want to hurt them! Go away- where’s Sunstorm?! What did you do to him?!”

(♔) The scold about Skywarp not scratching the wounds had been lost at Skywarp’s little display, and instead of making such a big deal over it, he just handed the tube of medicine off to the young jet. He backed off after with an exhausted expression, then a wave of his servo.

“I’m not interested in hurting you. Why would I have helped you if I wanted to harm you? It makes no sense.” He was firm but not terribly aggressive. “Now, if you’re finished, why don’t we find... Sunstorm, was it? Is that your guardian? You can munch on your snacks on the way.”

#skyvopp

skyvopp‌:

Skywarp began to cringe, the moment the other was reaching into their subspace, wings dipping still lower, pressed almost flat to his back- and then stilling, optics cycling wider at the sight of those treats; servos twitched, and his gaze stayed locked on the box.

“…Stay still, an’ you’ll give me all of them?” he asked, tentatively. “….The whole box?”

Treats were new enough, and obedience conditioned from his earliest memories, that the two together were impossible to resist. “….O-okay. I… I won’t move…”

(♔) The old drone nearly smiled; the questions were so innocent and the agreement was too. “The whole box,” he’d confirmed with a firm nod, carefully handing over the box to the young Seeker. It took but a moment for him to pull out a small emergency kit, which all Velocitronians carried everywhere, and take up one of Skywarp’s wrists.

He wasted no time in applying a thin layer of paste over the weld lines and marks on the mechling’s wrist. “This will speed up your recovery,” he added when he moved on to the next wrist. “The nanites will smooth out the wounds so it won’t leave much scarring behind, or in some cases, no scarring at all. You don’t want to end up like me.”

With careful consideration, releasing the wrist he held, he looked over the mechling’s wings. They most likely were sensitive and a private matter for Seekers, Velocitron lacked flight models so Burnout couldn’t know for sure.

“Do you want to do your wings yourself,” he asked gently.

#skyvopp

skyvopp‌:

Skywarp still stumbled backward until his wings were pressed flat against the nearest wall- a distinctly groundframe response, as most aerials took to the sky when startled- and bared his dentae in a terrified hiss.

“Get a-away from me! You just want to take my energon gel and make my wings hurt again!” he responded. “I’m fine! My wings and wrists are fine!!!”

(♔) It didn’t take a genius to understand that sort of statement and the implications that came with it. The protective nature towards food brought out an idea of trust, and Burnout reached into his subspace to pull out some container of goodies from his home colony.

“I don’t want your energon gels, but if you calm down and let me get a look at your injuries, I’ll give you this whole box of treats. They’re very sweet and good,” he spoke gently, opening the container to show off the treats. They came in various shapes and sizes, even different colors and flavors.

“Then we’ll find your guardians.” Because if someone was abusing this child, he was going to strangle them.

#skyvopp

skyvopp‌:

Skywarp registered the grab, at the same time his processors kicked ‘grounder’ at him, and he shrilled in utter panic, trying to twist away.

In the next moment, reality twisted around them, and he was abruptly several paces further away from where he’d been standing- and the grounder was still holding onto him!

Another shriek, stumbling a little at the massive energy drain of warping, struggling in the other’s hold weakly. “Get off me! Get off me! I’m not going back!”

(♔) It took him a whole two seconds to fully release the young mechling, servos up and palms out in a surrendering motion. He knew that kind of fear, understood it better than anyone else, and he was stood crouched down a few steps away from the stumbling youngling.

“Shhhh,” he vented as gently as he could, almost hearing the ghost of a chuckle that sounded too much like his deceased mate. His visor dimmed and EM field extended, while it wasn’t gentle, he did try to be reassuring.

“No one is going to hurt you, little one,” he murmured, a thick Velocitronian accent overpowering his words. His lanky servo extended, offered but not forced. Burnout may be horrible with younglings but he understands trauma. “I want to help. It’s ok. Nothing is going to hurt you now, you don’t have to go back but I need to look you over.”

#skyvopp

(♔) “The Autobots are a disaster.”

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@skyvopp -- cont.

Skywarp is going to startle, anyways, the snapped order making the Seekerlet’s wings jerk upright and quiver, before secondary instincts kicked in and he obeyed.

“Why? What is it?!”

(♔) He’d forgotten how much he hated jets until what appeared to be a terrified youngling was staring at him. The former courier took a few steps forward, reaching out and taking hold of the youth’s upper arm.

“You’re --” Burnout had never been good with younglings; he was too intense, his former mate had always teased him about that. He vented in then out, loosening his grip on the youth. “You’re injured. You should be out on your own like that.”

#skyvopp

Parent

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(♔) His lack of a relationship with Finishline should be proof that Burnout is not going to win any ‘Parent of the Year’ award. The young mech doesn’t even know Burnout was part of his creation after he had quickly given Finishline up for adoption after his partner’s death, which had ended any thoughts of family life for the former drone.

However, Burnout does try to parent Finishline. From a distance. Without letting him know the truth. And always has a watchful eye on the young mech, just to make certain that he doesn’t do anything too ridiculously foolish. Often times, he’ll step in to put a stop to it before it gets out of servo.

#Anonymous #( ♔ → headcanons )

Forgive

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(♔) It should come as no surprise that a mecha that clings to ancient grudges against organics and holds a bitter wrath for both Autobots and Decepticons does not simply forgive and forget. If he feels slighted by someone, or someone has hurt him in any way, he will do everything in his power to be as petty and rude as possible. Forever. Or until an appropriate apology is given and even then it’s iffy if he’ll really forgive.

#logicismymaster #( ♔ → headcanons )

Hugs his arm

(♔) He carefully, very carefully plucks the grey faced being from his arm with a very sour expression. Then kindly shows them the door before slamming it in their face and locking it up tight.

He certainly needs a good bodyguard.

This blog is suspiciously exploding??

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Lover

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(♔) In a surprising turn of events, while Burnout comes off as cold and distant with those around him, but the moment someone takes him on as a lover, things are vastly different. He is softer and kinder, caring and loyal, while at the same time foolishly stubborn and incredibly sweet. He shows patience that he displays with no one else.

His dear Nitrous used to call him his knight if that clarifies anything at all.

However, he is also noted to be very protective of lovers; he is no warrior by any means, but he is a vicious politician that can make anyone’s life a living Hell should they cross his partner.

#Anonymous #( ♔ → headcanons )

rpmusings-galore

My SKILLS include:

actively pushing everyone away && internalizing all my problems until they boil up inside me and explode like an erupting volcano

#( ♔ → words of the spark )

Answering the headcanon asks. Then perhaps typing up a few starters. If anyone wants one, let me know via IM or ask.

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