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; Independent RiD Sideswipe rp blog. tracked tag: cxrasinus

[i-can-fixit]

“It’s 4 in the morning, is everything ok?”

Fixit sniffed softly. “Not really…”

[i-can-fixit]

The mini tilted his helm and cuddled close, tiny engine rumbling. Fixit yawned again and shut his blue optics. “I don’t know… It’s kinda more of memories mixed with scary stuff. I don’t think you’d wanna listen anyways.” He nuzzled into the red chassis with a slight purr. Maybe if he cuddled enough he’d cheer up.

[cxrasinus-blog]

♔|| “I’d still listen,” he stated, revving his engine to possibly lure the minibot into recharge again. His thumb carefully brushed over armor and he dimmed his optics. “I’m getting better at listening; we could run a test, see how far I’ve gotten. It’d help both of us.”

[cxrasinus-blog]

"I belong to you" [*loud shrugging*]

♔|| Those words passing over his lips startled the speedster from his foul mood; blue optics snapping to attention, swirling and focusing on the little orange frame. Maybe he’d heard wrong; he had to, this was Fixit, a friend and teammate – free to do whatever he wished, belonging to nobody.

      Sideswipe included.

      So he dropped down to a crouching position, extended a servo and poked the smaller mech’s chest as gently as he could. “What’s that, Pipsqueak,” he teased, brows lifted with a small smirk. “Don’t think I heard you – must have been mumbling.”  

[i-can-fixit]

“But… Why? Everyone else is mean, why wouldn’t you be?” The mini made a confused face. “I just don’t understand.” He’d been beat down his whole life, why did someone suddenly want to change the cycle? Fixit shifted a little bit and moved close.

One servo wrapped around the other mech’s arm the best he could. “Thank you…” He mumbled and nuzzled up to Sideswipe. His engine rumbled softly as he rested his helm on the other mech. “I don’t know why you’re being nice, but thank you.”

[cxrasinus-blog]

♔|| Sideswipe fell silent for a brief moment, then gave an awkward smile as the arm the minibot didn’t hold reached out. His servo came to rest against his back, thumb brushing over his spinal strut in thought. “I don’t want to be mean to you -- it’s going to happen from time to time because I’m a dick, like I said, but -- you shouldn’t have to thank people for treating you like you matter, Fixit.”

       His gaze shifted, finding the ground next to Fixit as a focus point. “I know -- it’s weird, to have people treating you right, but... yeah -- let’s try to keep them going between us.” 

[i-can-fixit]

“It’s 4 in the morning, is everything ok?”

Fixit sniffed softly. “Not really…”

[i-can-fixit]

The minibot held up one arm, asking if his friend would pick him up. The other was occupied with rubbing at his optics as he tried to get coolant tears away. Fixit looked down and shifted before looking back up. His arm was still extended as he let out a little yawn.

“Mmhm… Really bad dream.”

[cxrasinus-blog]

♔|| He scooped up the minibot and flopped back, allowing his friend to sprawl out on his chest. Optics dimmed and a servo rested across his back, as if to hold Fixit in place. “Wanna talk about it,” he asked, peering down at Fixit and smiling.

       His field out stretched and cloaked the smaller bot, engine purring to reassure the little guy. “Talking about ‘em always helps.” 

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{{Tell me, which hand is your favorite?}}

[cxrasinus-blog]

♔|| “Actually, I’m pretty fond of both of them. They’re very pretty.” Blue optics locked on the tormentor, mouth pulled back into a tight smile. “I’ll let you pick; just remember that I have a high tolerance for pain.”

[cxrasinus-blog]

"I belong to you" [*loud shrugging*]

♔|| Those words passing over his lips startled the speedster from his foul mood; blue optics snapping to attention, swirling and focusing on the little orange frame. Maybe he’d heard wrong; he had to, this was Fixit, a friend and teammate – free to do whatever he wished, belonging to nobody.

      Sideswipe included.

      So he dropped down to a crouching position, extended a servo and poked the smaller mech’s chest as gently as he could. “What’s that, Pipsqueak,” he teased, brows lifted with a small smirk. “Don’t think I heard you – must have been mumbling.”  

[i-can-fixit]

“I know. I just…I can’t help it. It’s how I grew up.” The mini poked his digits together and turned his helm so he was looking down. With a slight chirp, he looked around, everywhere and anywhere that wasn’t Sideswipe’s face.

“You’re the only person to ever like it when I talk. I’m annoying. Really, really annoying.” Fixit mumbled. “You can be mean, that’s okay. I’m used to it. A lot of people are.” He took hold of the servo and shifted so he was no longer under the other’s touch. He wheeled back a few feet, his own little servos linked together awkwardly. His spark was loud in his chassis from fear that he’d just pushed a potential friend away. He just did, didn’t he?

[cxrasinus-blog]

♔|| Sideswipe’s servo had returned to his side, watching and listening -- his spark pounded within his spark chamber, a reminder that this was what happened. His glossa poked out, brushing over his lips out of habit rather than necessity. “You’re not annoying -- not all the time, a little frustrating, sure, but...”

      The cherry red speedster dropped his helm in thought, venting slowly to prevent the panic that edged at his processor. “I don’t want to be mean. I don’t want to be like everyone else. I know what that’s like, and it’s not good. You’re a frigging -- you’re a good person, and I’m going to shut up and listen. Tell me stuff, anything you want; how you feel, who’s aft I’m kicking that...” A beat, “Yeah, shutting up...”

[i-can-fixit]

“It’s 4 in the morning, is everything ok?”

Fixit sniffed softly. “Not really…”

[cxrasinus-blog]

♔|| Sideswipe blinked slowly, processor slowly making sense of the situation before he jolted upright and turned to the sniffling minicon. “Hey, hey, it’s okay,” he said, voice slightly slurred with in his rush and from interrupted recharge.

       “What’s wrong? Have a bad dream?” 

[cxrasinus-blog]

i demand my followers to reblog memes so I can spend them to you.

[cxrasinus-blog]

"I belong to you" [*loud shrugging*]

♔|| Those words passing over his lips startled the speedster from his foul mood; blue optics snapping to attention, swirling and focusing on the little orange frame. Maybe he’d heard wrong; he had to, this was Fixit, a friend and teammate – free to do whatever he wished, belonging to nobody.

      Sideswipe included.

      So he dropped down to a crouching position, extended a servo and poked the smaller mech’s chest as gently as he could. “What’s that, Pipsqueak,” he teased, brows lifted with a small smirk. “Don’t think I heard you – must have been mumbling.”  

[i-can-fixit]

“T-that’s what I meant…” Not really. He’d meant what he said at first, but Sideswipe didn’t need to know what. The minibot wheeled forward as he was pulled close, tiny engine rumbling softly. Fixit looked up at him with a frown.

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

[cxrasinus-blog]

♔|| Sideswipe’s optics dimmed and the corners of his lips pulled down into a frown, but servo stayed firmly in place. “You worry too much,” he said, voice echoing his concern.

The moment didn’t last long, as his EM field brushed against his, reassuring and confident -- even if that confidence wasn’t the real thing. “Despite that one time, in the beginning, and a few other times and -- you know what, I’m a dick.” He offered a small smile, wobbly and uncertain, “I like it when you talk -- so how about you.. don’t stop...?”

[the-write-ideas]

You’re a little sweet …          –and you’re a little charming                    –and you’re a little maddening                             –and you’re a little habit-forming.

[the-write-ideas]

                                  You don’t need to love me                                     the way that I love you.

[athenaria]

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The Hanging Tree (Mockingjay) - acapella cover by Paola Bennet  ★

I’ve been asked and meaning to cover this for a while — in my head I heard it with such a Southern Gothic vibe that I just took it there. Really is best with headphones for the harmonies. Listen, share, come to the tree. xo

[automotivated]

Veneno (by Bonnny)

[cxrasinus-blog]

♔|| Rumors had swirled; an abandoned ship, storage units filled with energon. It had been there since the beginning of the war, supposedly the crew had been executed during the early days by Decepticons. The gang leader had dismissed the claims -- it wouldn’t still be there, he’d reasoned, after all this time.

       The speedster had disagreed.

       He eyed the ship with caution; knowing full well that Predacons still wandered the area, and the chances of other scavengers lurking within were high. The door was pried open and the speedster’s tanks were twisting with hunger, and the latter resolved any fears that had cropped up and he slid through the doors.

       Quiet and cautious, the speedster slunk through the halls, seeking out the command center in hopes that something would still function. He kept to the shadows, against the wall; not allowing his guard to fall.

[cxrasinus-blog]

"I belong to you" [*loud shrugging*]

♔|| Those words passing over his lips startled the speedster from his foul mood; blue optics snapping to attention, swirling and focusing on the little orange frame. Maybe he’d heard wrong; he had to, this was Fixit, a friend and teammate – free to do whatever he wished, belonging to nobody.

      Sideswipe included.

      So he dropped down to a crouching position, extended a servo and poked the smaller mech’s chest as gently as he could. “What’s that, Pipsqueak,” he teased, brows lifted with a small smirk. “Don’t think I heard you – must have been mumbling.”  

[i-can-fixit]

The minibot blushed and wheeled back, trying not to let the red much see his expression. Fixit sighed and covered his face with his servos. A tiny squeak escaped his vocalizer as he continued to wheel back.

“Y-you heard me… I-I…” The orange mini squealed and turned his whole frame away. “I…belong…to you…”

[cxrasinus-blog]

♔|| The outstretched servo looped around the minicon, and Sideswipe tried to pull him back without necessarily being forceful. “I could have swore I heard you say you belonged to me,” he said, voice less playful now and helm tilted.

      “But I know better than that; unless of course, you’re playing you belong with me.” His thumb lightly rubbed against the smaller bot’s armor, systems humming contently.

[cxrasinus-blog]

"I belong to you" [*loud shrugging*]

♔|| Those words passing over his lips startled the speedster from his foul mood; blue optics snapping to attention, swirling and focusing on the little orange frame. Maybe he’d heard wrong; he had to, this was Fixit, a friend and teammate -- free to do whatever he wished, belonging to nobody.

      Sideswipe included.

      So he dropped down to a crouching position, extended a servo and poked the smaller mech’s chest as gently as he could. “What’s that, Pipsqueak,” he teased, brows lifted with a small smirk. “Don’t think I heard you -- must have been mumbling.”  

[cxrasinus-blog]

I live; getting to starters/memes. c:

[rpmememaker]

Send “You belong to me” to see how my muse reacts.

Send “I belong to you” for the reverse.