Silence is key

This is an rp/ask blog, for Soundwave, mainly from different comics, because mun got confused making him. So, he may not match up exactly. Please read the headcanons and rules. Physical Status: Healthy Mental/Emotional Status: Stable m!a Status: clear Tracking tag: corruptedcommunications

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Got time to check the multiversal feeds.

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Never mind, he’s turning them back off again.

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And Soundwave almost instantly regrets looking back to the multiverse. He’s not even going to attempt to catch back up, fairly sure the second-hand embarrassment will actually kill him.

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(( Don’t mind me, shaking the dust off this blog. Again. Hopefully.

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fiirstaiid‌:

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A few short years ago, and Soundwave would not have been doing this. But, after having Aid wander into his life, he re-learned how to open up. That war had not ruined him as badly as he feared.

“Mn…not today.” he responded, hugging the mechlet tight, before shifting to hold Aid in his arm.

First Aid had become used to just… not walking around much on base. Soundwave tended to scoop him up and carry him around most days he visited. He wasn’t sure why. Perhaps because of their size difference, it was hard for the medic to keep up with him. That was considerate, if that were the case. Oh, he was getting lost in thought. 

“Good. What do you want to do today?”

It was a habit now. One the rest of his family was in no rush to help break, as they took advantage of it as well. Not that Soundwave was bothered by this, just scooping up his family when they felt like not walking.

“Anything but more work. That’s for tomorrow.” he chuckled, as he continued walking towards the rec room.

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fiirstaiid‌:

corruptedcommunications replied to your post “hug”

Soundwave laughed softly, as he lifted the smaller mech off the ground, relaxed enough around him to do so. The last few years had made scenes like this common to the rest of his family. “Hello.”

First Aid hummed when he was lifted. Once upon a time, he would have resisted this. Not so much now. “Are you busy today?” 

A few short years ago, and Soundwave would not have been doing this. But, after having Aid wander into his life, he re-learned how to open up. That war had not ruined him as badly as he feared.

“Mn...not today.” he responded, hugging the mechlet tight, before shifting to hold Aid in his arm.

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g1 aid: *licks hand*

-wipes hand on Aid’s face-

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((I really need to stop forgetting this blog exists))

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No. It apparently is not. He’s too tired to be dealing with more of this slag.

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Is it safe to take his base off lock down now?

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And he’s only now remembering there is a multiverse. He had been ignoring that feed and such for a bit too long, but he had the Decepticons, and now committees, to keep in line. 

Oh, and he had to figure out how to play nice with the Autobots. Mainly his younger brother. Who...still wouldn’t look him in the optics. Not that he blamed him, considering what he was responsible for.

But, now he was going to try and catch up with what was going on in the mul-

Unicron. Seriously? 

He doesn’t want to know.

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I REMEMBERED MY PASSWORD!))

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....it’s been too silent on the Autobot end. What happened over there? By now someone would be demanding to go over things again, but there’s only silence.

What happened to his younger brother?

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Soundwave has a question; What is going on now? Because there is chaos on his feeds, enough so that’s he wondering if Unicron is back or something.

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That’s it. He’s leaving Ravage, the eldest of all of them, in charge for a bit. He needs a break, and if he end up in the med-bay because of stress related problems a...third? time, Panacea will murder him on sight.

He’s taking a break.

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He...really needs to stop forgetting to check these feeds for orns at a time. Things get backlogged pretty quickly.

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Checks data-feed.

WHAT THE FRACK IS WRONG WITH YOU ALL!?

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Yeah, second day on, and second day he thinks that it was a bad idea. And now he kinda wonders what the multiverse is on.