To Be This Reckless You Gotta Disregard Survival

[deadend-officiall]

Uh… hello.

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Deadend, ever pessimistic and entirely nihilistic about everything that doesn’t involve risking his life. Hardly a soldier worth mentioning beyond his necessity to his gestalt, maybe there’s more to the story here… there probably isn’t, who cares? It’s not like you’ll ever finish it anyway

The Gestalt:

@motormaster-official

@breakdown-offical

@dragstrip-offical

@wildrider-official

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Hey, Mun here! Just gonna set up the ground rules,

1) SFW only

2) shipping is allowed, but do let me know and if I say no don’t pursue it

3) violence and gore don’t bother me at all (just ask before doing any intense plots)

4) bigotry of any form will get you blocked as fuck <3

Other stuff:

Deadend’s pronouns are He/him, Mun is she/her

I will be projecting all of my problems onto Deadend so don’t mind that lmao

[dreadwing-official]

(Roleplay between Dreadwing and @deadend-officiall only!)

Dreadwing seems to be doing a lot of things outside of his comfort zone lately, first the party, then calling Deadend, and now going wo watch a race. He had gotten on time, and had gotten a seat close to the racetrack, hoping he could spot Deadend before the race.

[deadend-officiall]

[Deadend stands to the edge of the crowd of racers. Everything is a swarm of movement around him. He had his battle mask on, trying to filter out some of the flashing lights, not much he could do about the loud noise though. It’d be fine it would all filter out when the racing started, nothing sounded over the roar of the engines and the rush of the air passing by. He could hear Wildrider and Dragstrip idly chatting over comms as he himself studied the race track. He was snapped out of his thoughts as he heard Wildrider snicker at something and call his name]

[“Hey, Dead, on your 4, third row, ninth seat to the left.”]

[Deadend rolled his eyes, his brothers had a habit of making fun of people in the crowd before a race. As he turned to look, he vaguely wondered what poor soul had the misfortune of catching his brothers’ jokes— Oh dear Primus.]

[Deadend quickly snapped his gaze away from the blue flight frame before he could be caught staring, his face heating under the mask. Was that actually Dreadwing? He was here? Why was Dreadwing here? Was he watching Deadend? Probably not, he was probably just watching the race. Yea, definitely.]

[dreadwing-official]

Dreadwing was awkwardly sitting between two smaller mechs, he felt a bit out of place here, he hadn't gone to a sports event since Skyquake gladiator events, much less cheered. But Deadend wanted him to cheer, for him to be the loudest in the crowd, other people were cheering too, so he might as well swallow his already dwindling pride and do it for him, he wanted to be a good boy after all.

[deadend-officiall]

[There were several times while the racers still milled about that Deadend tried to sneak another glance at Dreadwing before the race started but before he could work up the courage to actually do something about it the final buzzer silenced the surrounding chatter. It was time to get into the line up. Deadend sighed as he made his way over to the starting line. There were twenty races per round, only the top five from each round would progress into the next race, starting positions were determined by the one’s time in the qualifier races. For this group, Deadend had earned the third starting position. He transformed and took his spot, he could feel his spark thundering in his chest as the announcers called out each of the racers and as the cheers shook the stadium, the rush of energon through his lines almost drowning out all other noise, nevertheless, he strained his audials, trying to listen for a specific voice]

[dreadwing-official]

When the cheers started, Dreadwing cheered louder, calling out for Deadend to notice him. He didn't care if the others were annoyed by him, he didn't care about what the announcers were saying, he only cared about Deadend.

[deadend-officiall]

[As the shot sounded for the race to begin it was impossible to hear almost anything as all the racers’ engines roared to life and spectators erupted in shouts and cheers for whichever racer they hopped to win. Deadend couldn’t make out one voice from another but maybe he raced a bit faster and showed off a bit, which could mean nothing…]

[dreadwing-official]

Dreadwing eagerly watched, keeping his optics on Deadend, he never cared about racing, but he hoped that Deadend would win. Nevertheless, he kept cheering.

[deadend-officiall]

[Deadend heard the crowd cheer as he transformed and slid across the finish line. His breathing was heavy as he stared at the names flashing on the scoreboard]

[ 1ST PLACE: DEADEND]

[He finally snapped out of whatever daze he had been in as Wildrider and Dragstrip ran up behind him and hugged him. Wilds grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him about, yelling something about how he’d never seen Dead race like that, Deadend smiled but his gaze was flitting around the flurry of movement in the stands before he was pulled off to be given his medal.]

[he stood awkwardly on the first place podium, holding the flowers in one hand and waving to the crowd. Was Dreadwing still there? Did he see how hard Deadend had raced? Was he watching now? Deadend tried to ignore the small flutter of hope that he might]

[dreadwing-official]

Dreadwing watched as the race was finished, letting out a final cheer as Deadend won. He almost eargerly followed the crowd to the podium having to squeeze past others, hoping Deadend would see him, even if it was just a glance.

[deadend-officiall]

[As the crowd began to dissipate, Deadend hopped down from the podium and began to try and make his way through the crowd when he bumped into someone]

Oh, sorry— Dreadwing!

[dreadwing-official]

Dreadwing gave him a small, almost anxious smile, holding nicely wrapped basket in his servos. "Hello..." His voice sounded incredibly hoarse.

[deadend-officiall]

Hey, uh,

[Deadend glanced off, much less confident than he had been after the party yesterday]

Did— did you like the race? I saw you in the stands, I mean, uh, not that I was like watching you or anything cause that would be weird but, uh—

[dreadwing-official]

"I did, and I did what you asked." He looked away, blushing a little.

"And... I got you something." He held out the basket of sweet treats.

[deadend-officiall]

Oh, shit! Copper snacks!

[He excitedly reached to grab one before seeming to remember his manners]

I— uh— I mean, um, th- thanks.

Did— did, uh, did you see that I won? Did I do good?

[dreadwing-official]

He just smiled. "Of course I did, you did amazingly." He cooed, though his voice was too coarse to actually coo. He handed Deadend the basket. "Sooo... do you wanna go somewhere, maybe away from other bots?"

[deadend-officiall]

[Deadend smiled awkwardly]

Uh, y- yea, sure, follow me.

[Deadend grabbed Dreadwing by the hand and pulled him away through the crowd and towards a back door hidden slightly out of the way, Deadend opened the door and pulled him through it, it was a service room of some kind, underneath the bleachers that were up top]

Uh, it’s quiet here. I usually come here after a race because the noises and lights make me feel sick.

[dreadwing-official]

Dreadwing's grip on his hand was tight, hesitantly rubbing with his thumb, his blush deepening.

He didn't realize he should probably let go when they reached the room, but he wasn't exactly thinking straight right now. "I see, other bots can get... overwhelming."

[deadend-officiall]

[Deadend’s battle mask snapped apart with a mechanical click and it slid back into the space in the side of his helm. He eagerly began chewing on the copper snacks his fangs glinting in the dim light. He glanced at Dreadwing and smiled]

I… don’t handle loud noises or crowds or flashing lights very well. But it works for me, the media says I have an “air of mystery”, then there’s also the fact that I usually keep my mask on.

[dreadwing-official]

He nodded, by now realizing he was still holding Deadend's hand, but it felt too awkward to let go now, did Deadend mind? He didn't seem to. "Um, Deadend?" He spoke up, his hand tensing to get Deadend's attention.

[deadend-officiall]

Hm?

[He glanced at Dreadwing’s face and took note of the other mech’s tense expression. He felt a cold bolt of fear run through him. He had messed up. Again. He had messed it all up, oh Primus, oh no, oh no, ohnoohnoohno—]

[dreadwing-official]

(Roleplay between Dreadwing and @deadend-officiall only!)

Dreadwing seems to be doing a lot of things outside of his comfort zone lately, first the party, then calling Deadend, and now going wo watch a race. He had gotten on time, and had gotten a seat close to the racetrack, hoping he could spot Deadend before the race.

[deadend-officiall]

[Deadend stands to the edge of the crowd of racers. Everything is a swarm of movement around him. He had his battle mask on, trying to filter out some of the flashing lights, not much he could do about the loud noise though. It’d be fine it would all filter out when the racing started, nothing sounded over the roar of the engines and the rush of the air passing by. He could hear Wildrider and Dragstrip idly chatting over comms as he himself studied the race track. He was snapped out of his thoughts as he heard Wildrider snicker at something and call his name]

[“Hey, Dead, on your 4, third row, ninth seat to the left.”]

[Deadend rolled his eyes, his brothers had a habit of making fun of people in the crowd before a race. As he turned to look, he vaguely wondered what poor soul had the misfortune of catching his brothers’ jokes— Oh dear Primus.]

[Deadend quickly snapped his gaze away from the blue flight frame before he could be caught staring, his face heating under the mask. Was that actually Dreadwing? He was here? Why was Dreadwing here? Was he watching Deadend? Probably not, he was probably just watching the race. Yea, definitely.]

[dreadwing-official]

Dreadwing was awkwardly sitting between two smaller mechs, he felt a bit out of place here, he hadn't gone to a sports event since Skyquake gladiator events, much less cheered. But Deadend wanted him to cheer, for him to be the loudest in the crowd, other people were cheering too, so he might as well swallow his already dwindling pride and do it for him, he wanted to be a good boy after all.

[deadend-officiall]

[There were several times while the racers still milled about that Deadend tried to sneak another glance at Dreadwing before the race started but before he could work up the courage to actually do something about it the final buzzer silenced the surrounding chatter. It was time to get into the line up. Deadend sighed as he made his way over to the starting line. There were twenty races per round, only the top five from each round would progress into the next race, starting positions were determined by the one’s time in the qualifier races. For this group, Deadend had earned the third starting position. He transformed and took his spot, he could feel his spark thundering in his chest as the announcers called out each of the racers and as the cheers shook the stadium, the rush of energon through his lines almost drowning out all other noise, nevertheless, he strained his audials, trying to listen for a specific voice]

[dreadwing-official]

When the cheers started, Dreadwing cheered louder, calling out for Deadend to notice him. He didn't care if the others were annoyed by him, he didn't care about what the announcers were saying, he only cared about Deadend.

[deadend-officiall]

[As the shot sounded for the race to begin it was impossible to hear almost anything as all the racers’ engines roared to life and spectators erupted in shouts and cheers for whichever racer they hopped to win. Deadend couldn’t make out one voice from another but maybe he raced a bit faster and showed off a bit, which could mean nothing…]

[dreadwing-official]

Dreadwing eagerly watched, keeping his optics on Deadend, he never cared about racing, but he hoped that Deadend would win. Nevertheless, he kept cheering.

[deadend-officiall]

[Deadend heard the crowd cheer as he transformed and slid across the finish line. His breathing was heavy as he stared at the names flashing on the scoreboard]

[ 1ST PLACE: DEADEND]

[He finally snapped out of whatever daze he had been in as Wildrider and Dragstrip ran up behind him and hugged him. Wilds grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him about, yelling something about how he’d never seen Dead race like that, Deadend smiled but his gaze was flitting around the flurry of movement in the stands before he was pulled off to be given his medal.]

[he stood awkwardly on the first place podium, holding the flowers in one hand and waving to the crowd. Was Dreadwing still there? Did he see how hard Deadend had raced? Was he watching now? Deadend tried to ignore the small flutter of hope that he might]

[dreadwing-official]

Dreadwing watched as the race was finished, letting out a final cheer as Deadend won. He almost eargerly followed the crowd to the podium having to squeeze past others, hoping Deadend would see him, even if it was just a glance.

[deadend-officiall]

[As the crowd began to dissipate, Deadend hopped down from the podium and began to try and make his way through the crowd when he bumped into someone]

Oh, sorry— Dreadwing!

[dreadwing-official]

Dreadwing gave him a small, almost anxious smile, holding nicely wrapped basket in his servos. "Hello..." His voice sounded incredibly hoarse.

[deadend-officiall]

Hey, uh,

[Deadend glanced off, much less confident than he had been after the party yesterday]

Did— did you like the race? I saw you in the stands, I mean, uh, not that I was like watching you or anything cause that would be weird but, uh—

[dreadwing-official]

"I did, and I did what you asked." He looked away, blushing a little.

"And... I got you something." He held out the basket of sweet treats.

[deadend-officiall]

Oh, shit! Copper snacks!

[He excitedly reached to grab one before seeming to remember his manners]

I— uh— I mean, um, th- thanks.

Did— did, uh, did you see that I won? Did I do good?

[dreadwing-official]

He just smiled. "Of course I did, you did amazingly." He cooed, though his voice was too coarse to actually coo. He handed Deadend the basket. "Sooo... do you wanna go somewhere, maybe away from other bots?"

[deadend-officiall]

[Deadend smiled awkwardly]

Uh, y- yea, sure, follow me.

[Deadend grabbed Dreadwing by the hand and pulled him away through the crowd and towards a back door hidden slightly out of the way, Deadend opened the door and pulled him through it, it was a service room of some kind, underneath the bleachers that were up top]

Uh, it’s quiet here. I usually come here after a race because the noises and lights make me feel sick.

[dreadwing-official]

Dreadwing's grip on his hand was tight, hesitantly rubbing with his thumb, his blush deepening.

He didn't realize he should probably let go when they reached the room, but he wasn't exactly thinking straight right now. "I see, other bots can get... overwhelming."

[deadend-officiall]

[Deadend’s battle mask snapped apart with a mechanical click and it slid back into the space in the side of his helm. He eagerly began chewing on the copper snacks his fangs glinting in the dim light. He glanced at Dreadwing and smiled]

I… don’t handle loud noises or crowds or flashing lights very well. But it works for me, the media says I have an “air of mystery”, then there’s also the fact that I usually keep my mask on.

[dreadwing-official]

(Roleplay between Dreadwing and @deadend-officiall only!)

Dreadwing seems to be doing a lot of things outside of his comfort zone lately, first the party, then calling Deadend, and now going wo watch a race. He had gotten on time, and had gotten a seat close to the racetrack, hoping he could spot Deadend before the race.

[deadend-officiall]

[Deadend stands to the edge of the crowd of racers. Everything is a swarm of movement around him. He had his battle mask on, trying to filter out some of the flashing lights, not much he could do about the loud noise though. It’d be fine it would all filter out when the racing started, nothing sounded over the roar of the engines and the rush of the air passing by. He could hear Wildrider and Dragstrip idly chatting over comms as he himself studied the race track. He was snapped out of his thoughts as he heard Wildrider snicker at something and call his name]

[“Hey, Dead, on your 4, third row, ninth seat to the left.”]

[Deadend rolled his eyes, his brothers had a habit of making fun of people in the crowd before a race. As he turned to look, he vaguely wondered what poor soul had the misfortune of catching his brothers’ jokes— Oh dear Primus.]

[Deadend quickly snapped his gaze away from the blue flight frame before he could be caught staring, his face heating under the mask. Was that actually Dreadwing? He was here? Why was Dreadwing here? Was he watching Deadend? Probably not, he was probably just watching the race. Yea, definitely.]

[dreadwing-official]

Dreadwing was awkwardly sitting between two smaller mechs, he felt a bit out of place here, he hadn't gone to a sports event since Skyquake gladiator events, much less cheered. But Deadend wanted him to cheer, for him to be the loudest in the crowd, other people were cheering too, so he might as well swallow his already dwindling pride and do it for him, he wanted to be a good boy after all.

[deadend-officiall]

[There were several times while the racers still milled about that Deadend tried to sneak another glance at Dreadwing before the race started but before he could work up the courage to actually do something about it the final buzzer silenced the surrounding chatter. It was time to get into the line up. Deadend sighed as he made his way over to the starting line. There were twenty races per round, only the top five from each round would progress into the next race, starting positions were determined by the one’s time in the qualifier races. For this group, Deadend had earned the third starting position. He transformed and took his spot, he could feel his spark thundering in his chest as the announcers called out each of the racers and as the cheers shook the stadium, the rush of energon through his lines almost drowning out all other noise, nevertheless, he strained his audials, trying to listen for a specific voice]

[dreadwing-official]

When the cheers started, Dreadwing cheered louder, calling out for Deadend to notice him. He didn't care if the others were annoyed by him, he didn't care about what the announcers were saying, he only cared about Deadend.

[deadend-officiall]

[As the shot sounded for the race to begin it was impossible to hear almost anything as all the racers’ engines roared to life and spectators erupted in shouts and cheers for whichever racer they hopped to win. Deadend couldn’t make out one voice from another but maybe he raced a bit faster and showed off a bit, which could mean nothing…]

[dreadwing-official]

Dreadwing eagerly watched, keeping his optics on Deadend, he never cared about racing, but he hoped that Deadend would win. Nevertheless, he kept cheering.

[deadend-officiall]

[Deadend heard the crowd cheer as he transformed and slid across the finish line. His breathing was heavy as he stared at the names flashing on the scoreboard]

[ 1ST PLACE: DEADEND]

[He finally snapped out of whatever daze he had been in as Wildrider and Dragstrip ran up behind him and hugged him. Wilds grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him about, yelling something about how he’d never seen Dead race like that, Deadend smiled but his gaze was flitting around the flurry of movement in the stands before he was pulled off to be given his medal.]

[he stood awkwardly on the first place podium, holding the flowers in one hand and waving to the crowd. Was Dreadwing still there? Did he see how hard Deadend had raced? Was he watching now? Deadend tried to ignore the small flutter of hope that he might]

[dreadwing-official]

Dreadwing watched as the race was finished, letting out a final cheer as Deadend won. He almost eargerly followed the crowd to the podium having to squeeze past others, hoping Deadend would see him, even if it was just a glance.

[deadend-officiall]

[As the crowd began to dissipate, Deadend hopped down from the podium and began to try and make his way through the crowd when he bumped into someone]

Oh, sorry— Dreadwing!

[dreadwing-official]

Dreadwing gave him a small, almost anxious smile, holding nicely wrapped basket in his servos. "Hello..." His voice sounded incredibly hoarse.

[deadend-officiall]

Hey, uh,

[Deadend glanced off, much less confident than he had been after the party yesterday]

Did— did you like the race? I saw you in the stands, I mean, uh, not that I was like watching you or anything cause that would be weird but, uh—

[dreadwing-official]

"I did, and I did what you asked." He looked away, blushing a little.

"And... I got you something." He held out the basket of sweet treats.

[deadend-officiall]

Oh, shit! Copper snacks!

[He excitedly reached to grab one before seeming to remember his manners]

I— uh— I mean, um, th- thanks.

Did— did, uh, did you see that I won? Did I do good?

[dreadwing-official]

He just smiled. "Of course I did, you did amazingly." He cooed, though his voice was too coarse to actually coo. He handed Deadend the basket. "Sooo... do you wanna go somewhere, maybe away from other bots?"

[deadend-officiall]

[Deadend smiled awkwardly]

Uh, y- yea, sure, follow me.

[Deadend grabbed Dreadwing by the hand and pulled him away through the crowd and towards a back door hidden slightly out of the way, Deadend opened the door and pulled him through it, it was a service room of some kind, underneath the bleachers that were up top]

Uh, it’s quiet here. I usually come here after a race because the noises and lights make me feel sick.

[dreadwing-official]

(Roleplay between Dreadwing and @deadend-officiall only!)

Dreadwing seems to be doing a lot of things outside of his comfort zone lately, first the party, then calling Deadend, and now going wo watch a race. He had gotten on time, and had gotten a seat close to the racetrack, hoping he could spot Deadend before the race.

[deadend-officiall]

[Deadend stands to the edge of the crowd of racers. Everything is a swarm of movement around him. He had his battle mask on, trying to filter out some of the flashing lights, not much he could do about the loud noise though. It’d be fine it would all filter out when the racing started, nothing sounded over the roar of the engines and the rush of the air passing by. He could hear Wildrider and Dragstrip idly chatting over comms as he himself studied the race track. He was snapped out of his thoughts as he heard Wildrider snicker at something and call his name]

[“Hey, Dead, on your 4, third row, ninth seat to the left.”]

[Deadend rolled his eyes, his brothers had a habit of making fun of people in the crowd before a race. As he turned to look, he vaguely wondered what poor soul had the misfortune of catching his brothers’ jokes— Oh dear Primus.]

[Deadend quickly snapped his gaze away from the blue flight frame before he could be caught staring, his face heating under the mask. Was that actually Dreadwing? He was here? Why was Dreadwing here? Was he watching Deadend? Probably not, he was probably just watching the race. Yea, definitely.]

[dreadwing-official]

Dreadwing was awkwardly sitting between two smaller mechs, he felt a bit out of place here, he hadn't gone to a sports event since Skyquake gladiator events, much less cheered. But Deadend wanted him to cheer, for him to be the loudest in the crowd, other people were cheering too, so he might as well swallow his already dwindling pride and do it for him, he wanted to be a good boy after all.

[deadend-officiall]

[There were several times while the racers still milled about that Deadend tried to sneak another glance at Dreadwing before the race started but before he could work up the courage to actually do something about it the final buzzer silenced the surrounding chatter. It was time to get into the line up. Deadend sighed as he made his way over to the starting line. There were twenty races per round, only the top five from each round would progress into the next race, starting positions were determined by the one’s time in the qualifier races. For this group, Deadend had earned the third starting position. He transformed and took his spot, he could feel his spark thundering in his chest as the announcers called out each of the racers and as the cheers shook the stadium, the rush of energon through his lines almost drowning out all other noise, nevertheless, he strained his audials, trying to listen for a specific voice]

[dreadwing-official]

When the cheers started, Dreadwing cheered louder, calling out for Deadend to notice him. He didn't care if the others were annoyed by him, he didn't care about what the announcers were saying, he only cared about Deadend.

[deadend-officiall]

[As the shot sounded for the race to begin it was impossible to hear almost anything as all the racers’ engines roared to life and spectators erupted in shouts and cheers for whichever racer they hopped to win. Deadend couldn’t make out one voice from another but maybe he raced a bit faster and showed off a bit, which could mean nothing…]

[dreadwing-official]

Dreadwing eagerly watched, keeping his optics on Deadend, he never cared about racing, but he hoped that Deadend would win. Nevertheless, he kept cheering.

[deadend-officiall]

[Deadend heard the crowd cheer as he transformed and slid across the finish line. His breathing was heavy as he stared at the names flashing on the scoreboard]

[ 1ST PLACE: DEADEND]

[He finally snapped out of whatever daze he had been in as Wildrider and Dragstrip ran up behind him and hugged him. Wilds grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him about, yelling something about how he’d never seen Dead race like that, Deadend smiled but his gaze was flitting around the flurry of movement in the stands before he was pulled off to be given his medal.]

[he stood awkwardly on the first place podium, holding the flowers in one hand and waving to the crowd. Was Dreadwing still there? Did he see how hard Deadend had raced? Was he watching now? Deadend tried to ignore the small flutter of hope that he might]

[dreadwing-official]

Dreadwing watched as the race was finished, letting out a final cheer as Deadend won. He almost eargerly followed the crowd to the podium having to squeeze past others, hoping Deadend would see him, even if it was just a glance.

[deadend-officiall]

[As the crowd began to dissipate, Deadend hopped down from the podium and began to try and make his way through the crowd when he bumped into someone]

Oh, sorry— Dreadwing!

[dreadwing-official]

Dreadwing gave him a small, almost anxious smile, holding nicely wrapped basket in his servos. "Hello..." His voice sounded incredibly hoarse.

[deadend-officiall]

Hey, uh,

[Deadend glanced off, much less confident than he had been after the party yesterday]

Did— did you like the race? I saw you in the stands, I mean, uh, not that I was like watching you or anything cause that would be weird but, uh—

[dreadwing-official]

"I did, and I did what you asked." He looked away, blushing a little.

"And... I got you something." He held out the basket of sweet treats.

[deadend-officiall]

Oh, shit! Copper snacks!

[He excitedly reached to grab one before seeming to remember his manners]

I— uh— I mean, um, th- thanks.

Did— did, uh, did you see that I won? Did I do good?

[deadend-officiall]

Motormaster says you aren’t ment to be loved.

What..?

Did I do something wrong..?

Is it because of the race..?

But I got first place..!

…

Is it because of Dreadwing..?

[His voice was wavering, he sounded like he might cry]

[dreadwing-official]

(Roleplay between Dreadwing and @deadend-officiall only!)

Dreadwing seems to be doing a lot of things outside of his comfort zone lately, first the party, then calling Deadend, and now going wo watch a race. He had gotten on time, and had gotten a seat close to the racetrack, hoping he could spot Deadend before the race.

[deadend-officiall]

[Deadend stands to the edge of the crowd of racers. Everything is a swarm of movement around him. He had his battle mask on, trying to filter out some of the flashing lights, not much he could do about the loud noise though. It’d be fine it would all filter out when the racing started, nothing sounded over the roar of the engines and the rush of the air passing by. He could hear Wildrider and Dragstrip idly chatting over comms as he himself studied the race track. He was snapped out of his thoughts as he heard Wildrider snicker at something and call his name]

[“Hey, Dead, on your 4, third row, ninth seat to the left.”]

[Deadend rolled his eyes, his brothers had a habit of making fun of people in the crowd before a race. As he turned to look, he vaguely wondered what poor soul had the misfortune of catching his brothers’ jokes— Oh dear Primus.]

[Deadend quickly snapped his gaze away from the blue flight frame before he could be caught staring, his face heating under the mask. Was that actually Dreadwing? He was here? Why was Dreadwing here? Was he watching Deadend? Probably not, he was probably just watching the race. Yea, definitely.]

[dreadwing-official]

Dreadwing was awkwardly sitting between two smaller mechs, he felt a bit out of place here, he hadn't gone to a sports event since Skyquake gladiator events, much less cheered. But Deadend wanted him to cheer, for him to be the loudest in the crowd, other people were cheering too, so he might as well swallow his already dwindling pride and do it for him, he wanted to be a good boy after all.

[deadend-officiall]

[There were several times while the racers still milled about that Deadend tried to sneak another glance at Dreadwing before the race started but before he could work up the courage to actually do something about it the final buzzer silenced the surrounding chatter. It was time to get into the line up. Deadend sighed as he made his way over to the starting line. There were twenty races per round, only the top five from each round would progress into the next race, starting positions were determined by the one’s time in the qualifier races. For this group, Deadend had earned the third starting position. He transformed and took his spot, he could feel his spark thundering in his chest as the announcers called out each of the racers and as the cheers shook the stadium, the rush of energon through his lines almost drowning out all other noise, nevertheless, he strained his audials, trying to listen for a specific voice]

[dreadwing-official]

When the cheers started, Dreadwing cheered louder, calling out for Deadend to notice him. He didn't care if the others were annoyed by him, he didn't care about what the announcers were saying, he only cared about Deadend.

[deadend-officiall]

[As the shot sounded for the race to begin it was impossible to hear almost anything as all the racers’ engines roared to life and spectators erupted in shouts and cheers for whichever racer they hopped to win. Deadend couldn’t make out one voice from another but maybe he raced a bit faster and showed off a bit, which could mean nothing…]

[dreadwing-official]

Dreadwing eagerly watched, keeping his optics on Deadend, he never cared about racing, but he hoped that Deadend would win. Nevertheless, he kept cheering.

[deadend-officiall]

[Deadend heard the crowd cheer as he transformed and slid across the finish line. His breathing was heavy as he stared at the names flashing on the scoreboard]

[ 1ST PLACE: DEADEND]

[He finally snapped out of whatever daze he had been in as Wildrider and Dragstrip ran up behind him and hugged him. Wilds grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him about, yelling something about how he’d never seen Dead race like that, Deadend smiled but his gaze was flitting around the flurry of movement in the stands before he was pulled off to be given his medal.]

[he stood awkwardly on the first place podium, holding the flowers in one hand and waving to the crowd. Was Dreadwing still there? Did he see how hard Deadend had raced? Was he watching now? Deadend tried to ignore the small flutter of hope that he might]

[dreadwing-official]

Dreadwing watched as the race was finished, letting out a final cheer as Deadend won. He almost eargerly followed the crowd to the podium having to squeeze past others, hoping Deadend would see him, even if it was just a glance.

[deadend-officiall]

[As the crowd began to dissipate, Deadend hopped down from the podium and began to try and make his way through the crowd when he bumped into someone]

Oh, sorry— Dreadwing!

[dreadwing-official]

Dreadwing gave him a small, almost anxious smile, holding nicely wrapped basket in his servos. "Hello..." His voice sounded incredibly hoarse.

[deadend-officiall]

Hey, uh,

[Deadend glanced off, much less confident than he had been after the party yesterday]

Did— did you like the race? I saw you in the stands, I mean, uh, not that I was like watching you or anything cause that would be weird but, uh—

[dreadwing-official]

(Roleplay between Dreadwing and @deadend-officiall only!)

Dreadwing seems to be doing a lot of things outside of his comfort zone lately, first the party, then calling Deadend, and now going wo watch a race. He had gotten on time, and had gotten a seat close to the racetrack, hoping he could spot Deadend before the race.

[deadend-officiall]

[Deadend stands to the edge of the crowd of racers. Everything is a swarm of movement around him. He had his battle mask on, trying to filter out some of the flashing lights, not much he could do about the loud noise though. It’d be fine it would all filter out when the racing started, nothing sounded over the roar of the engines and the rush of the air passing by. He could hear Wildrider and Dragstrip idly chatting over comms as he himself studied the race track. He was snapped out of his thoughts as he heard Wildrider snicker at something and call his name]

[“Hey, Dead, on your 4, third row, ninth seat to the left.”]

[Deadend rolled his eyes, his brothers had a habit of making fun of people in the crowd before a race. As he turned to look, he vaguely wondered what poor soul had the misfortune of catching his brothers’ jokes— Oh dear Primus.]

[Deadend quickly snapped his gaze away from the blue flight frame before he could be caught staring, his face heating under the mask. Was that actually Dreadwing? He was here? Why was Dreadwing here? Was he watching Deadend? Probably not, he was probably just watching the race. Yea, definitely.]

[dreadwing-official]

Dreadwing was awkwardly sitting between two smaller mechs, he felt a bit out of place here, he hadn't gone to a sports event since Skyquake gladiator events, much less cheered. But Deadend wanted him to cheer, for him to be the loudest in the crowd, other people were cheering too, so he might as well swallow his already dwindling pride and do it for him, he wanted to be a good boy after all.

[deadend-officiall]

[There were several times while the racers still milled about that Deadend tried to sneak another glance at Dreadwing before the race started but before he could work up the courage to actually do something about it the final buzzer silenced the surrounding chatter. It was time to get into the line up. Deadend sighed as he made his way over to the starting line. There were twenty races per round, only the top five from each round would progress into the next race, starting positions were determined by the one’s time in the qualifier races. For this group, Deadend had earned the third starting position. He transformed and took his spot, he could feel his spark thundering in his chest as the announcers called out each of the racers and as the cheers shook the stadium, the rush of energon through his lines almost drowning out all other noise, nevertheless, he strained his audials, trying to listen for a specific voice]

[dreadwing-official]

When the cheers started, Dreadwing cheered louder, calling out for Deadend to notice him. He didn't care if the others were annoyed by him, he didn't care about what the announcers were saying, he only cared about Deadend.

[deadend-officiall]

[As the shot sounded for the race to begin it was impossible to hear almost anything as all the racers’ engines roared to life and spectators erupted in shouts and cheers for whichever racer they hopped to win. Deadend couldn’t make out one voice from another but maybe he raced a bit faster and showed off a bit, which could mean nothing…]

[dreadwing-official]

Dreadwing eagerly watched, keeping his optics on Deadend, he never cared about racing, but he hoped that Deadend would win. Nevertheless, he kept cheering.

[deadend-officiall]

[Deadend heard the crowd cheer as he transformed and slid across the finish line. His breathing was heavy as he stared at the names flashing on the scoreboard]

[ 1ST PLACE: DEADEND]

[He finally snapped out of whatever daze he had been in as Wildrider and Dragstrip ran up behind him and hugged him. Wilds grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him about, yelling something about how he’d never seen Dead race like that, Deadend smiled but his gaze was flitting around the flurry of movement in the stands before he was pulled off to be given his medal.]

[he stood awkwardly on the first place podium, holding the flowers in one hand and waving to the crowd. Was Dreadwing still there? Did he see how hard Deadend had raced? Was he watching now? Deadend tried to ignore the small flutter of hope that he might]

[dreadwing-official]

Dreadwing watched as the race was finished, letting out a final cheer as Deadend won. He almost eargerly followed the crowd to the podium having to squeeze past others, hoping Deadend would see him, even if it was just a glance.

[deadend-officiall]

[As the crowd began to dissipate, Deadend hopped down from the podium and began to try and make his way through the crowd when he bumped into someone]

Oh, sorry— Dreadwing!

[dreadwing-official]

(Roleplay between Dreadwing and @deadend-officiall only!)

Dreadwing seems to be doing a lot of things outside of his comfort zone lately, first the party, then calling Deadend, and now going wo watch a race. He had gotten on time, and had gotten a seat close to the racetrack, hoping he could spot Deadend before the race.

[deadend-officiall]

[Deadend stands to the edge of the crowd of racers. Everything is a swarm of movement around him. He had his battle mask on, trying to filter out some of the flashing lights, not much he could do about the loud noise though. It’d be fine it would all filter out when the racing started, nothing sounded over the roar of the engines and the rush of the air passing by. He could hear Wildrider and Dragstrip idly chatting over comms as he himself studied the race track. He was snapped out of his thoughts as he heard Wildrider snicker at something and call his name]

[“Hey, Dead, on your 4, third row, ninth seat to the left.”]

[Deadend rolled his eyes, his brothers had a habit of making fun of people in the crowd before a race. As he turned to look, he vaguely wondered what poor soul had the misfortune of catching his brothers’ jokes— Oh dear Primus.]

[Deadend quickly snapped his gaze away from the blue flight frame before he could be caught staring, his face heating under the mask. Was that actually Dreadwing? He was here? Why was Dreadwing here? Was he watching Deadend? Probably not, he was probably just watching the race. Yea, definitely.]

[dreadwing-official]

Dreadwing was awkwardly sitting between two smaller mechs, he felt a bit out of place here, he hadn't gone to a sports event since Skyquake gladiator events, much less cheered. But Deadend wanted him to cheer, for him to be the loudest in the crowd, other people were cheering too, so he might as well swallow his already dwindling pride and do it for him, he wanted to be a good boy after all.

[deadend-officiall]

[There were several times while the racers still milled about that Deadend tried to sneak another glance at Dreadwing before the race started but before he could work up the courage to actually do something about it the final buzzer silenced the surrounding chatter. It was time to get into the line up. Deadend sighed as he made his way over to the starting line. There were twenty races per round, only the top five from each round would progress into the next race, starting positions were determined by the one’s time in the qualifier races. For this group, Deadend had earned the third starting position. He transformed and took his spot, he could feel his spark thundering in his chest as the announcers called out each of the racers and as the cheers shook the stadium, the rush of energon through his lines almost drowning out all other noise, nevertheless, he strained his audials, trying to listen for a specific voice]

[dreadwing-official]

When the cheers started, Dreadwing cheered louder, calling out for Deadend to notice him. He didn't care if the others were annoyed by him, he didn't care about what the announcers were saying, he only cared about Deadend.

[deadend-officiall]

[As the shot sounded for the race to begin it was impossible to hear almost anything as all the racers’ engines roared to life and spectators erupted in shouts and cheers for whichever racer they hopped to win. Deadend couldn’t make out one voice from another but maybe he raced a bit faster and showed off a bit, which could mean nothing…]

[dreadwing-official]

Dreadwing eagerly watched, keeping his optics on Deadend, he never cared about racing, but he hoped that Deadend would win. Nevertheless, he kept cheering.

[deadend-officiall]

[Deadend heard the crowd cheer as he transformed and slid across the finish line. His breathing was heavy as he stared at the names flashing on the scoreboard]

[ 1ST PLACE: DEADEND]

[He finally snapped out of whatever daze he had been in as Wildrider and Dragstrip ran up behind him and hugged him. Wilds grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him about, yelling something about how he’d never seen Dead race like that, Deadend smiled but his gaze was flitting around the flurry of movement in the stands before he was pulled off to be given his medal.]

[he stood awkwardly on the first place podium, holding the flowers in one hand and waving to the crowd. Was Dreadwing still there? Did he see how hard Deadend had raced? Was he watching now? Deadend tried to ignore the small flutter of hope that he might]

[dreadwing-official]

(Roleplay between Dreadwing and @deadend-officiall only!)

Dreadwing seems to be doing a lot of things outside of his comfort zone lately, first the party, then calling Deadend, and now going wo watch a race. He had gotten on time, and had gotten a seat close to the racetrack, hoping he could spot Deadend before the race.

[deadend-officiall]

[Deadend stands to the edge of the crowd of racers. Everything is a swarm of movement around him. He had his battle mask on, trying to filter out some of the flashing lights, not much he could do about the loud noise though. It’d be fine it would all filter out when the racing started, nothing sounded over the roar of the engines and the rush of the air passing by. He could hear Wildrider and Dragstrip idly chatting over comms as he himself studied the race track. He was snapped out of his thoughts as he heard Wildrider snicker at something and call his name]

[“Hey, Dead, on your 4, third row, ninth seat to the left.”]

[Deadend rolled his eyes, his brothers had a habit of making fun of people in the crowd before a race. As he turned to look, he vaguely wondered what poor soul had the misfortune of catching his brothers’ jokes— Oh dear Primus.]

[Deadend quickly snapped his gaze away from the blue flight frame before he could be caught staring, his face heating under the mask. Was that actually Dreadwing? He was here? Why was Dreadwing here? Was he watching Deadend? Probably not, he was probably just watching the race. Yea, definitely.]

[dreadwing-official]

Dreadwing was awkwardly sitting between two smaller mechs, he felt a bit out of place here, he hadn't gone to a sports event since Skyquake gladiator events, much less cheered. But Deadend wanted him to cheer, for him to be the loudest in the crowd, other people were cheering too, so he might as well swallow his already dwindling pride and do it for him, he wanted to be a good boy after all.

[deadend-officiall]

[There were several times while the racers still milled about that Deadend tried to sneak another glance at Dreadwing before the race started but before he could work up the courage to actually do something about it the final buzzer silenced the surrounding chatter. It was time to get into the line up. Deadend sighed as he made his way over to the starting line. There were twenty races per round, only the top five from each round would progress into the next race, starting positions were determined by the one’s time in the qualifier races. For this group, Deadend had earned the third starting position. He transformed and took his spot, he could feel his spark thundering in his chest as the announcers called out each of the racers and as the cheers shook the stadium, the rush of energon through his lines almost drowning out all other noise, nevertheless, he strained his audials, trying to listen for a specific voice]

[dreadwing-official]

When the cheers started, Dreadwing cheered louder, calling out for Deadend to notice him. He didn't care if the others were annoyed by him, he didn't care about what the announcers were saying, he only cared about Deadend.

[deadend-officiall]

[As the shot sounded for the race to begin it was impossible to hear almost anything as all the racers’ engines roared to life and spectators erupted in shouts and cheers for whichever racer they hopped to win. Deadend couldn’t make out one voice from another but maybe he raced a bit faster and showed off a bit, which could mean nothing…]

[dreadwing-official]

(Roleplay between Dreadwing and @deadend-officiall only!)

Dreadwing seems to be doing a lot of things outside of his comfort zone lately, first the party, then calling Deadend, and now going wo watch a race. He had gotten on time, and had gotten a seat close to the racetrack, hoping he could spot Deadend before the race.

[deadend-officiall]

[Deadend stands to the edge of the crowd of racers. Everything is a swarm of movement around him. He had his battle mask on, trying to filter out some of the flashing lights, not much he could do about the loud noise though. It’d be fine it would all filter out when the racing started, nothing sounded over the roar of the engines and the rush of the air passing by. He could hear Wildrider and Dragstrip idly chatting over comms as he himself studied the race track. He was snapped out of his thoughts as he heard Wildrider snicker at something and call his name]

[“Hey, Dead, on your 4, third row, ninth seat to the left.”]

[Deadend rolled his eyes, his brothers had a habit of making fun of people in the crowd before a race. As he turned to look, he vaguely wondered what poor soul had the misfortune of catching his brothers’ jokes— Oh dear Primus.]

[Deadend quickly snapped his gaze away from the blue flight frame before he could be caught staring, his face heating under the mask. Was that actually Dreadwing? He was here? Why was Dreadwing here? Was he watching Deadend? Probably not, he was probably just watching the race. Yea, definitely.]

[dreadwing-official]

Dreadwing was awkwardly sitting between two smaller mechs, he felt a bit out of place here, he hadn't gone to a sports event since Skyquake gladiator events, much less cheered. But Deadend wanted him to cheer, for him to be the loudest in the crowd, other people were cheering too, so he might as well swallow his already dwindling pride and do it for him, he wanted to be a good boy after all.

[deadend-officiall]

[There were several times while the racers still milled about that Deadend tried to sneak another glance at Dreadwing before the race started but before he could work up the courage to actually do something about it the final buzzer silenced the surrounding chatter. It was time to get into the line up. Deadend sighed as he made his way over to the starting line. There were twenty races per round, only the top five from each round would progress into the next race, starting positions were determined by the one’s time in the qualifier races. For this group, Deadend had earned the third starting position. He transformed and took his spot, he could feel his spark thundering in his chest as the announcers called out each of the racers and as the cheers shook the stadium, the rush of energon through his lines almost drowning out all other noise, nevertheless, he strained his audials, trying to listen for a specific voice]

[deadend-officiall]

Ooc: Hey, Snitch, you forgot to turn on anons yesterday

[starceptor265]

Hey Dead End!!!

Meow will meow 100 times for you!!!

Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow,

Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow,

Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow,

Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow,

Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow,

Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow,

Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow,

Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow,

Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow,

Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow.

[deadend-officiall]

Uh.

Okay.

[starceptor265]

Did you like it🥹🥺

[deadend-officiall]

…sure?

[dreadwing-official]

(Roleplay between Dreadwing and @deadend-officiall only!)

Dreadwing seems to be doing a lot of things outside of his comfort zone lately, first the party, then calling Deadend, and now going wo watch a race. He had gotten on time, and had gotten a seat close to the racetrack, hoping he could spot Deadend before the race.

[deadend-officiall]

[Deadend stands to the edge of the crowd of racers. Everything is a swarm of movement around him. He had his battle mask on, trying to filter out some of the flashing lights, not much he could do about the loud noise though. It’d be fine it would all filter out when the racing started, nothing sounded over the roar of the engines and the rush of the air passing by. He could hear Wildrider and Dragstrip idly chatting over comms as he himself studied the race track. He was snapped out of his thoughts as he heard Wildrider snicker at something and call his name]

[“Hey, Dead, on your 4, third row, ninth seat to the left.”]

[Deadend rolled his eyes, his brothers had a habit of making fun of people in the crowd before a race. As he turned to look, he vaguely wondered what poor soul had the misfortune of catching his brothers’ jokes— Oh dear Primus.]

[Deadend quickly snapped his gaze away from the blue flight frame before he could be caught staring, his face heating under the mask. Was that actually Dreadwing? He was here? Why was Dreadwing here? Was he watching Deadend? Probably not, he was probably just watching the race. Yea, definitely.]

[deadend-officiall]

Ooc: Hey, Snitch, you forgot to turn on anons yesterday

[starceptor265]

Hey Dead End!!!

Meow will meow 100 times for you!!!

Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow,

Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow,

Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow,

Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow,

Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow,

Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow,

Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow,

Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow,

Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow,

Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow.

[deadend-officiall]

Uh.

Okay.

[deadend-officiall]

FUCK DID I ACTUALLY?

— Snitch

Uh, yea.

I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE. /silly

He’s said he won’t answer it for the sake of the mystery, if you want to resend it it was the one about Deadend and the noise

[deadend-officiall]

Ooc: Hey, Snitch, you forgot to turn on anons yesterday

[deadend-officiall]

When I was younger, I used to get sick a lot more than my brothers. They kept medicine in the lab that they would give me whenever I got sick. It was essentially the same as the humans’ Benadryl.

But eventually Shockwave had to move the Benadryl to the top shelf in the lab so I couldn’t reach it.

It was bubble gum flavored and had a really nice texture. So I would just sit there and drink it.