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Who is okay with me flirting with their character(s)?
Sooooo… I might have a bit of a “thing” for minibots… >______>
...Don't try it.
Date a robot who has boxy, angular components to their chassis that do not hide who they are.
Respect Your RP Partners
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Something I’ve noticed in the RP community is that we expect our RP partners to be writing machines. We expect them to churn out a reply almost immediately after we post ours, be on when we are, always send us memes, et cetera. Here’s the thing: our RP partners are not machines. They are human beings who need to be respected for more than their ability to write. Other than the usual “your RP partners may not feel like replying at the moment,” here are some things to respect them for, and remember when you’re RPing:
Respect that your RP partner may be in school.
Respect that your RP partner may be employed.
Respect that your RP partner may have at least one physical illness.
Respect that your RP partner may have at least one mental illness.
Respect that your RP partner may have friends outside of tumblr.
Respect that your RP partner may have a family outside of tumblr.
Respect that your RP partner may be a parent.
Respect that your RP partner may have hobbies outside of tumblr.
Respect that your RP partner may have religious obligations.
Respect that your RP partner may not always have internet, or computer access.
Respect that your RP partner may be going through a difficult life situation.
Respect that your RP partner does not have to disclose everything happening in their personal life to you.
Too often, it’s easy to say “no one RPs with me” or “no one ships with me” or “no one sends me anything” without considering any of the above, or even more circumstances your RP partner(s) may be dealing with. Too often, it’s easy to say one of those things, and not consider how the other person feels when reading it. Someone dealing with at least one of these circumstances can feel guilty for not replying right away, sending something, et cetera, or feel like they have to once they see their partner is unhappy.
I know I do when I see things like that on my dash.
When you start feeling guilty for not doing something that is part of your hobby, or feeling like you have to do something that is supposed to be fun, it stops being fun. It feels like a job. I know when I feel obligated to do a reply for a person, I drag my feet. I do not feel excited about the RP as much anymore. Even if they say, “Sure, I’ll wait,” I see them post elsewhere that no one sends them things, or no one RPs with them. The guilt turns on. I feel like I have to reply. It’s a passive-aggressive tactic that a person may not even be aware that they’re doing. No matter what, though, it needs to stop.
All in all, we need to show more kindness and patience towards our RP partners. The best relationships I have on this website are the ones where we treat each other with not only that, but with mutual respect. We also communicate regularly, and tell each other if we need to hold onto replies. I feel relieved knowing I can go to my RP partners, and tell them to hold onto my replies because I’m not feeling well, and I don’t know when I will be. It is an amazing feeling. We need more of that on this website, and less expecting one another to be robots.
We are all human. Never forget that.
Prime Timing
Decepticons? Sane? “Hah. As if.”
Optimus said, “Its true, however. Look… do you mind patching me up or at least lending some bandages? I’m leaking pretty bad…” in fact, the world was spinning.
“I don’t have anything. I lost my first aid kit when I got ambushed.” he explains.
Optimus nestles against the wall, pressing his hand against the wound. “Scrap… Mine got blasted, I’m pretty sure…” He reaches into his subspace, trying to find anything to work.
“You… might need to go get help.”
Deegan thinks for a moment. “How could I get help from anyone? The Decepticons just ambushed you, and you’re the leader of the opposite faction. The Autobots are Primus-knows-where, and with my faction symbol being red, they’d probably mistake me for a ‘Con in this universe and kill me! ”
Prime Timing
Decepticons? Sane? “Hah. As if.”
Optimus said, “Its true, however. Look… do you mind patching me up or at least lending some bandages? I’m leaking pretty bad…” in fact, the world was spinning.
"I don't have anything. I lost my first aid kit when I got ambushed." he explains.
Prime Timing
Decepticons? Sane? "Hah. As if."
Prime Timing
@deeganrcporting
Well, this was a pickle.
Optimus had been headed to Kaon to pick up his son Brightember when the ambush came. They looked to be Decepticons, but there were a few Wreckers too. He fought them off, but now was hiding in a cave, his side blasted. He muttered, “Scrap…”
He then spotted a monster truck. With an Autobot symbol…? He grunts and fires a flare.
Deegan hadn’t been looking for anything, but had gotten caught up in the ambush as well. Coming out of his own hiding spot, he saw Optimus hiding in a cave. “Prime…?”
Optimus waves, and wobbles over. “Please tell me you know first aid…”
He steps back. “Prime, what-…why do you look like that?”
Optimus said, “One if the Cons got lucky and blasted me in the side.” He sits down.
He continues to stare, “No, you… your paint job. Why so Decepticon? Wait–”
Uh. Oh.
Optimus quicklynpulls him into the cave. “In here! Once those attackers realize you’re from an alternate universe, they might come back!
He yelps at the sudden contact and tries to pull away. “What do you mean!? Let go of me!”
Optimus let’s go. “You’re not on your home universe. Things are different here. Those who attacked us are rogues… and some don’t care for ‘outsiders’.”
He pauses. He was an outsider. He didn't know what this universe was... until now.
"So... Decepticons?" he asks, trying not to appear visibly shaken.
Whoever stole my engraving laser, please return it. That laser cost me 20,000 shanix.
“Expensive laser you have-I mean had.”
Things get expensive when you’re buying them at an illegal market.
…Why are you buying things from an illegal market? That is a terrible idea, trust me.
Engraving lasers large enough for Cybertronian use are rare. Sometimes illegal markets are the only way to get them.
Why do you need one?
I’m a tattoo artist. I use them in my trade.
Hm. That makes sense.
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@deeganrcporting
Well, this was a pickle.
Optimus had been headed to Kaon to pick up his son Brightember when the ambush came. They looked to be Decepticons, but there were a few Wreckers too. He fought them off, but now was hiding in a cave, his side blasted. He muttered, “Scrap…”
He then spotted a monster truck. With an Autobot symbol…? He grunts and fires a flare.
Deegan hadn’t been looking for anything, but had gotten caught up in the ambush as well. Coming out of his own hiding spot, he saw Optimus hiding in a cave. “Prime…?”
Optimus waves, and wobbles over. “Please tell me you know first aid…”
He steps back. “Prime, what-…why do you look like that?”
Optimus said, “One if the Cons got lucky and blasted me in the side.” He sits down.
He continues to stare, “No, you… your paint job. Why so Decepticon? Wait–”
Uh. Oh.
Optimus quicklynpulls him into the cave. “In here! Once those attackers realize you’re from an alternate universe, they might come back!
He yelps at the sudden contact and tries to pull away. "What do you mean!? Let go of me!"
I aim to be lionhearted, but my hands still s h a k e and my voice isn’t quite loud enough.
Whoever stole my engraving laser, please return it. That laser cost me 20,000 shanix.
“Expensive laser you have-I mean had.”
Things get expensive when you’re buying them at an illegal market.
…Why are you buying things from an illegal market? That is a terrible idea, trust me.
Engraving lasers large enough for Cybertronian use are rare. Sometimes illegal markets are the only way to get them.
Why do you need one?
@redalertalerts
A crackling like thunder and a slam against the wall echoes through the halls next to Red’s hab. Two bots laugh, one growls. More crackling is audible, and a scream is heard, before the night returns to silence once more.
Red Alert immediately tensed, he reached into his habspace and pulled out his gun, loading it and aiming it wildly around the room, his optics darting furiously to catch sight of the intruders, “Who’s there?! Reveal y-yourselves!”
A cough and a bang comes from outside. A hoarse voice mumbles, “Damn them to the Pits…”
Red Alert tensed further, and felt his spark begin to pound fear throughout his frame. He gripped his gun tighter, “Who are you?! Damn who to the pits?!”
“Who-where are you, mech? I almost just got murdered!” he almost shouts.
“Murdered?! By who?! Who are you?! Reveal yourself!”
"I can't feel my legs! You just come out here!"
Whoever stole my engraving laser, please return it. That laser cost me 20,000 shanix.
“Expensive laser you have-I mean had.”
Things get expensive when you’re buying them at an illegal market.
...Why are you buying things from an illegal market? That is a terrible idea, trust me.
Whoever stole my engraving laser, please return it. That laser cost me 20,000 shanix.
"Expensive laser you have-I mean had."
Reblog if you don’t mind Slice-of-Life threads that don’t necessarily go anywhere.
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✕ there is so much development to be made from people just… being together. there’s no need for a whole huge big plot for muses to make memories. just conversation and doing mundane things together is enough sometimes.