welcome; death

A highly Au, canon divergent Soundwave nicknamed "Dustwave" // read about // written by Rae // Side blog to Silent Stalker

[darkness-lays-dying]

Creak, creak - SNAP.

Ah. That was one of his jury rigged leg joints breaking. Hm. He’d wondered how long this set would last him. Better call Knockout, then...

[darkness-lays-dying]

why do you hurt?

this isn't enough for you

the words creep into your head in the dead of night one night and you cannot get rid of them. 'this isn't enough for me anymore'. you thought this was enough for you at some point, or maybe you hoped that it would be, but it isn't, and it hurts. you need to change something, or die trying. this - life like this - does not make life worth living. there is a lump in your throat that demands attention every waking moment of the day. there is pain in your body like a cavernous maw you cannot keep balance over. this is not what you wanted. you need to change. you can't stay here. it is not a character flaw you want more.

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tagging: anyone who sees this and wants to do it (and tag me so I can read it)

[partysuperior]

>> @darkness-lays-dying // via.

Their shock is mutual, if the way this one's forward momentum stutters is any indication; arms swaying and digits twitching like he's unsure what exactly to do with them at the moment. The bridge closes behind him with a whisper, jarring in only the fact that it's so quiet after he'd already become accustomed to the noise. Silence is not favorable.

The other mech breaks it first, and Soundwave can't help but roll his helm back and laugh.

A genuine cackle, and he reaches up to wipe at imaginary tears that aren't even reachable past the glass of his visor; Soundwave taps uselessly against it instead, outstretched EMF rolling with his humor and, to a frankly large degree, relief. He wasn't sure what exactly he'd been expecting, gallavanting off towards that new lonely, lonely pinging, thrumming in ways he knows and ways he'd come to fear. The universes where Decepticons are so dreary are -- well, he doesn't think much of them past lumping the evil in with the devils he knows. Yet here he still is, curiosity having been too much to bear. And this is one very dreary Decepticon.

It's not the same as simple darker paint, however. He's dull and muted in ways that, once again, aren't so unfamiliar.

Once he's shaken off his laughter, Soundwave holds out a servo and pats the air in a universal motion of 'wait here'. The bridge reopens and takes him away once more, but hardly a few moments pass before the pale mech is back and laden with a few pink cubes.

"Medgrade," he rumbles, approaching with a smiley face and the ease of a friend. "The supplemental kind."

[darkness-lays-dying]

He wasn't sure what to expect from this odd, wrong version of himself. He found the alternate that lived in this universe to be weird enough, but this one, with his pale plating and open laughter - this one makes his greyed plating crawl. Like when he tries to look at himself in one of the cracked mirrors of the ship. Warped, distorted. Turned wrong from that hell he'd been living in before.

The EMF he feels making his own tattered, pain filled one recoil, making him unable to gather his thoughts for a response. So, this dust-covered, crumbling Soundwave just stares at the other as he makes a 'stay put' type of gesture - where'd he think he'd go? - and left through another groundbridge.

The sight of it makes him shudder.

Even if he couldn't fly anymore, he still hated needing to use bridges to get anywhere. Just hearing the familiar crackle made him want to slam his hands over his audials and block out the noise in any way he could...just forget the swirling colors and - oh, Primus, there it was again, and there was that wrong version of him again. Holding out...energon?

Soundwave blinked behind his cracked visor, biolights flickering dangerous. He'd slid back down to the ground, dull frame curled into itself, and so he stares about at this...other Soundwave. He stares at the pink cubes, gaze flickering between them and Other Soundwave's visor.

He lifted a hand, the digits more greyed and duller than purple, hesitated, then gently touches his throat and shakes his head. No voice to thank him with - he just picks up his datapad, typing into it as the other approaches, and offers it once the other is close enough.

A simple enough message; thank you, but why?

[partysuperior]

For the first time in a long, long time, he attempts to pull in his EMF for the other Soundwave's sake. It doesn't exactly work -- his field having been stretched so far for so long that it's difficult to control, now -- but the attempt ripples through it and hopefully that means something. All this one can do is mentally shrug. As he approaches, it wraps around his alternate, meeting that pain with an encompassing happiness and understanding.

He manages to keep it even when he realizes the mech can't speak. It's fine, he thinks, processor floating safely along as he kneels before his other. It's a fixable thing, if there's a want for it to be fixed.

There's a few quiet moments as Soundwave reads the message, one cube being held out unerringly while the rest of the energon is allowed to tumble gently to the ground in front of them. "This is some of the best for a frame recovering from... deprivation," he says, both needing to search for the right words and surprising himself with the amount of them. Beneath dark glass, he knows he's smiling. "Starvation, everything shutting down, decaying. All that. This, it's like a kickstart."

The cube is given a fervent wiggle, if it still hasn't been accepted.

"It'll help."

[darkness-lays-dying]

He can still sense the attempt at reigning in that overwhelming EMF, and his own fills with a weak gratitude, at least for a moment. Understanding. How could anyone understand what he was feeling, what his frame felt like? He was a walking corpse, and he damn well knew that. So, just to be spiteful, he stabs outward with his EMF, in anger and hurt, directly challenging that understanding as much as one can without words.

He already witnessed another Soundwave's reaction to his loss of a voice, so he barely pays this one's reaction any mind. It wasn't like he used to talk all that much, anyway.

Soundwave has to reach for the datapad back, eyeing his alternate with some suspicion. The way he brought it up - the decay, starvation, the way he doesn't seem horrified or surprised by his condition, by the dead-frame dust that clung to him like cowardice to a Starscream...he wondered if this one had seen the nightmare of that Other World too.

He reaches for his datapad back, balancing it on one of his thin, crooked knees while his other, decay, half rotted away hand reaches to take that cube, if only to stop that insistent wriggling. He's only got two digits left on that hand, but if he holds the cube at an angle he'll be fine.

The dusty mech hands the datapad back with a new message; how do you know this will help? All fuel as to be diluted, causes injury otherwise...I keep the coolant for that under that tarp, could you...? Legs don't work well.

[tfprompts]

Parts Asks

Spark - Are you sparkborn, cold constructed, or forged?

T-Cog - If you could transform into anything, what would it be?

Optics - Talk about your earliest memory of the war.

Brain Module - What is one thing you’ve done that you would like to forget?

FIM Chip - Do you like engex? Do you imbibe frequently or not much at all?

Faction Insignia - What faction are you? Do you regret that choice?

Hands - What was your job before the war? If you’re warforged, what would you want to do?

Pedes - If you could go anywhere in the universe, where would it be?

Innermost Energon - What thing could you not live without?

Dentae - Do you have any mineral additives you like in your energon?

[darkness-lays-dying]

ROTTING SPARK; WOUNDED AND BETRAYED

LEFT OUT IN THE COLD - SILENCED FOREVER

Indie, semi-selective canon divergent TFP Soundwave known as "Dustwave" || Read about || Rules page currently a WIP, basic rp rules apply || 18 + || Extremely dark content || written by Rae, sideblog to Silent-Stalker

[darkness-lays-dying]

// give this post a like to get a greeting/short starter from Dustwave! All of these will take place over comms, in which he only responds with texting, but are totally allowed to switch to in person interactions

[charmymemes]

𝐎𝐂 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒!

feel free to tweak questions + all emojis r listed in text form bc i can't see some of them aAAaaAA! sorry if any of these questions are too similar i tried to avoid that but .. there's a lot lol! categorized by emoji type.

i wanted to make one because i could not find one on tumblr already that had a ton of questions. this was created by combining ones under the #oc ask game tag + my own contributions. hi charmymemes nation i'm back.

people

👁️ EYE - what colour are their eyes? do people notice their eyes? is there anything special about them (shows emotion easily, literally magical...)?

🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?

👻 GHOST - do they believe in ghosts? what are their "ghostly experiences", if any?

💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

😭 CRYING - what makes them cry? do they cry easily?

👊 PUNCH - are they quick to violence?

💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to?

👪 FAMILY - what is their family like? what is your ocs relationship to them? does your oc have any siblings?

😨 FEARFUL - when scared, do they go into "flight" or "fight"?

💤 SLEEPING - do they fall asleep easily? what helps them sleep?

food & drinks

🥞 PANCAKE - what is their comfort breakfast?

🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE - when is their birthday? do they like celebrating it?

🍩 DONUT - favourite sweet treat?

🍟 FRIES - do they order food often? or they prefer to cook their own food?

☕️ HOT BEVERAGE - do they prefer hot or cold drinks? what is their favourite drink?

🍓 STRAWBERRY - do they eat their fruit & veg? what is their favourite fruit or vegetable?

🍰 CAKE SLICE - favourite cake flavour? are they specific about types of cakes?

🍧 SHAVED ICE - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?

plants & nature

💐 BOUQUET - create a bouqet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favourite?

🌙 MOON - what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

🌋 VOLCANO - how bad is their temper? is it a slow boil, or a instant explosion?

🌺 HIBISCUS - do they have any allergies?

🍁 MAPLE LEAF - what is their favourite season? why?

🍃 FALLING LEAF - do they enjoy being in nature? what is their favourite outdoor activity?

☀️ SUN - are they a morning person? what is the first thing they do in the morning?

🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?

🌹 ROSE - do they like valentines day? have they been confessed to before? have they confessed to anyone before?

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

🙊 SPEAK-NO-EVIL - what is something your oc will refuse to stay quiet about?

🙉 HEAR-NO-EVIL - what is the worse thing your oc could hear from someone?

🌱 SEEDLING - what is their most vivid memory from childhood?

🍀 CLOVER - do they believe in luck? are they lucky?

🌏 EARTH - will they give up the world for someone they love? is this decision easy for them?

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

activity

⚾ BASEBALL - can they play sports? what is their best position if they play a team sport? what's their strong suit (speed, power etc.)?

🏊 SWIMMING - can they swim? or are they afraid of water? how well do they swim? how do they feel about swimming in the ocean?

objects

📣 MEGAPHONE - how loud are they? what do they speak like? got a voice claim?

📖 OPEN BOOK - do they like reading? what's their favourite genre?

🪤 MOUSE TRAP - what will always lure them into certain danger? a loved one in danger? a promise of something they are always searching for?

📸 CAMERA - do they enjoy having their picture taken? what's their go-to pose? do they like taking photos? what do they take photos of?

🎭 MASKS - do they act differently around certain people? what's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.?

✂️ SCISSORS - what is the "last straw" for them to cut someone out of their life? how easily do they let go of people?

💡 LIGHTBULB - is your oc a planner? do they write down every small detail or just wing it?

💎 DIAMOND - how rich are they? can they live the lifestyle they want to?

🎁 PRESENT - what types of presents would they be most happy to receive? are they good at gift giving?

🍼 BABY BOTTLE - what are their thoughts on children?

🔪 KNIFE - how do they react to injury / misfortune befalling their loved ones (significant other, family, friends)? do they put themselves at blame?

👑 CROWN - what does your oc want to be remembered as? why?

✏️ PENCIL - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?

🎵 MUSIC NOTE - what is their playlist like? their favourite artists? do you associate a particular song with them?

🎤 MICROPHONE - are they good at singing? what is their go-to karaoke song?

🎷 SAXOPHONE - do they play any instruments? are they any good at it?

📚 BOOKS - how were they at school? what is their best subject? what is their worst subject? do they have a favourite subject?

👖 JEANS - what is their go-to outfit?

🎨 PALETTE - can they draw? what do they like to draw?

🎡 FERRIS WHEEL - are they someone who wants to kiss at the top of the ferris wheel?

⏳ HOURGLASS - are they usually late or on-time?

🔫 PISTOL - do they trust people easily? how easily will they turn their back to someone? have they been backstabbed before? will they betray someone if given an ultimatum?

🎀 RIBBON - how would they fit into other worlds / aus? what aus would you like to try out? what fictional world would they fit / not fit into?

📎 PAPERCLIP - a random fact.

📦 PACKAGE - what are some "most likely to..." that can apply to them?

🖍️ CRAYON - what advice would you give to them?

⚙️ GEAR - what are your ocs thoughts on science & art? which do they give more importance to? how much value do they place on each?

🔧 WRENCH - are they good at fixing relationships? or do they tend to avoid doing so?

❇️ SPARKLE - what is their most prized possession? what do they value?

📏 RULER - is your oc well educated? where did they get their learning from?

transport

🚆 TRAIN - what is their answer to the trolley problem?

🚲 BICYCLE - can they ride a bike? what do they remember from learning to ride a bicycle?

weather

🌩️ LIGHTNING - are they scared of lightning?

💧 DROPLET - random angst headcanon

❄️ SNOWFLAKE - do people consider them cold? if so, what made them this way?

🌪️ TORNADO - what is the biggest change you've ever made to them? how have they changed from their original version?

🌈 RAINBOW - what advice would they give to their younger self?

🔥 FIRE - do they have any self destructive tendencies? what habits do they have that hinder them from becoming their best self?

☁️ CLOUD - a soft headcanon

🌟 GLOWING STAR - what do they think about when they look at the night sky? is there someone they want to star gaze with?

🌠 SHOOTING STAR - if they could make any wish with no repercussions, what wish would they make?

☄️ COMET - what do people assume about them? are they right?

hearts

💓 BEATING HEART - what gets their heart racing?

💘 HEART W/ ARROW - what traits do they look for in a relationship? do they believe in love at first sight?

💗 GROWING HEART - if they have a crush, is it noticable? what changes when they're in love?

❤️ RED HEART - their love language(s)?

💙 BLUE HEART - do they miss their s/o easily? how do they act when their s/o isn't around?

💚 GREEN HEART - what things make your oc feel comforted? hugs, kisses, food?

💖 SPARKLING HEART - are they a subtle or a showy lover?

💌 LOVE LETTER - do they like love letters? what kind of messages do they leave for their partner?

💔 BROKEN HEART - what could their partner do that would absolutely break their heart?

[darkness-lays-dying]

// give this post a like to get a greeting/short starter from Dustwave! All of these will take place over comms, in which he only responds with texting, but are totally allowed to switch to in person interactions

[darkness-lays-dying]

Ominous creaking.

[partysuperior]

>> @darkness-lays-dying // via.

Their shock is mutual, if the way this one's forward momentum stutters is any indication; arms swaying and digits twitching like he's unsure what exactly to do with them at the moment. The bridge closes behind him with a whisper, jarring in only the fact that it's so quiet after he'd already become accustomed to the noise. Silence is not favorable.

The other mech breaks it first, and Soundwave can't help but roll his helm back and laugh.

A genuine cackle, and he reaches up to wipe at imaginary tears that aren't even reachable past the glass of his visor; Soundwave taps uselessly against it instead, outstretched EMF rolling with his humor and, to a frankly large degree, relief. He wasn't sure what exactly he'd been expecting, gallavanting off towards that new lonely, lonely pinging, thrumming in ways he knows and ways he'd come to fear. The universes where Decepticons are so dreary are -- well, he doesn't think much of them past lumping the evil in with the devils he knows. Yet here he still is, curiosity having been too much to bear. And this is one very dreary Decepticon.

It's not the same as simple darker paint, however. He's dull and muted in ways that, once again, aren't so unfamiliar.

Once he's shaken off his laughter, Soundwave holds out a servo and pats the air in a universal motion of 'wait here'. The bridge reopens and takes him away once more, but hardly a few moments pass before the pale mech is back and laden with a few pink cubes.

"Medgrade," he rumbles, approaching with a smiley face and the ease of a friend. "The supplemental kind."

[darkness-lays-dying]

He wasn't sure what to expect from this odd, wrong version of himself. He found the alternate that lived in this universe to be weird enough, but this one, with his pale plating and open laughter - this one makes his greyed plating crawl. Like when he tries to look at himself in one of the cracked mirrors of the ship. Warped, distorted. Turned wrong from that hell he'd been living in before.

The EMF he feels making his own tattered, pain filled one recoil, making him unable to gather his thoughts for a response. So, this dust-covered, crumbling Soundwave just stares at the other as he makes a 'stay put' type of gesture - where'd he think he'd go? - and left through another groundbridge.

The sight of it makes him shudder.

Even if he couldn't fly anymore, he still hated needing to use bridges to get anywhere. Just hearing the familiar crackle made him want to slam his hands over his audials and block out the noise in any way he could...just forget the swirling colors and - oh, Primus, there it was again, and there was that wrong version of him again. Holding out...energon?

Soundwave blinked behind his cracked visor, biolights flickering dangerous. He'd slid back down to the ground, dull frame curled into itself, and so he stares about at this...other Soundwave. He stares at the pink cubes, gaze flickering between them and Other Soundwave's visor.

He lifted a hand, the digits more greyed and duller than purple, hesitated, then gently touches his throat and shakes his head. No voice to thank him with - he just picks up his datapad, typing into it as the other approaches, and offers it once the other is close enough.

A simple enough message; thank you, but why?

[darkness-lays-dying]

There's a very different crackling to interrupt the drab scenery. Soundwave may recognize the sound as it morphs, swirling and spinning like the air itself has liquified, but the color of the portal that appears is red instead of green, and the mech that steps out of it isn't quite the right color either.

He probably looks mighty familiar anyways. // @partysuperior ouo

Soundwave is seated at the opening of his ship, a half-buried merchant ship who's lights barely functioned anymore. In the light of the soon to be setting sun, his muted colors are all the more obvious; purple, but starting to grey and become dull and sickly. His biolights flicker with the pulse of his weakened spark, and his visor has a crack right down the middle.

The familiar crackling - the sound of a groundbridge, a long forgotten sound that strikes a fear of a soundless void into his very being - has his head snapping up to attention, claws digging into the soft, warm dirt beneath him.

He stares in shock at the mech that steps through, and tries to scramble up to his pedes; he can't move that fast, however, and his frame creaks and groans in warning of cracked limbs and broken struts. So Soundwave stills himself, grabbing onto the ship's sun baked hull to steady himself, just...staring.

He has his datapad in hand, but makes no move quite yet to use it for communication. Instead, he opens up a soundbite on his visor and plays it for the familiar stranger.

[darkness-lays-dying]

There! He's made his comms open to anyone who wishes to talk to him, though he isn't sure anyone would want to...but he is so, so hungry to be social.

[memesaus]

FAVORITES HEADCANONS  :   headcanons of your muse’s favorites. send ‘FAVORITES + symbol’ ; alternatively send ‘FAVORITES + 💫’ to answer all.

WHAT IS YOUR MUSE’S FAVORITE…

☁️ environmental  sound  (rain,  thunder,  etc.)? 🌪️ type  of  wild  weather? 😋 food  from  childhood? 🍕 pizza  toppings? 📺 tv  show  that  they’ve  rewatched  multiple  times? 🍦 ice  cream  flavor  and  toppings? 🎶 advertisement  jingle? 🥧 baked  goods  smell? 🦕 dinosaur? 👚 type  of  fabric? 🥡 chinese  take-out  order? 🤫 word  to  annoy  people? 🦷 toothpaste  brand? 🍬 flavor  of  starburst? 🍟 type  of  chips  /  fries  (crinkle  cut,  wedges,  shoestring,  etc.)? 🐶 cartoon  animal? 🎡 ride  at  a  carnival? 🎲 board  game?

[darkness-lays-dying]

...why is the datapad Arcee gave him suddenly pinging him with communications and commslinks?

Is this the...multiverse Ratchet had mentioned (and cursed) way back when he first got here? He's just...quietly pinging these new faces back, wondering what they want from a weak old mech like himself. Spare parts, maybe?

[darkness-lays-dying]

A soft crackling, like a radio out of range, the creak of crumbling, old limbs, and Soundwave just barely manages to peer out of his home to watch the setting sun.

It's been awhile since anyone has visited...he's getting lonely, out here...but most dying mechs are lonely, he supposes...

[darkness-lays-dying]

// tag dump!