Where there's smoke, there's fire

Independent Inferno rp blog.

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how drunk can you get my muse? send me “have you ever”s and for every one my muse has done, they’ll take a drink.

[allmywordsandstuff]

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Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

[imagineyourfavoriterobot]

Imagine your favorite robot seeing a Fire Dance or Fire Eating performance. How they react is up to you.

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=owo= *alwaysandforever*

Always and forever.

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Leave  =owo= if you want to ship our muses.

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“….yer jus’ so pretty…”  His sirens made a sharp ‘blip!’ as he realized what he’d just let slip.  “I-I mean….!  U-Uh…oh d’ya hear tha’?  Uhh….I think Red’s callin fer me…”  

Oh, he was so going to try and escape.  Escape and go find a hole large enough to hide in for a few and let everything blow over.

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His optics widen in surprise, but then the saboteur is back to smirking again. “Oh my Primus, yes. An’ I think it’s urgent, so off ya go; wouldn’t wanna keep ya.”

He starts walking away from Inferno, seemingly done with the conversation, until he half-turns to call over his shoulder. “An’ so are you, ya hunk~! See ya!”

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As he tried to round the corner, those words hit him.  His lights and sirens lit up the hall like a rave, and he wondered how many drinks he’d need before he could let go of this massive wave of embarrassment that had run him over.

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“I…..guess….?  Though, I really don’t have much ta offer other than my profession.  ….’M not tha’ good at anythin’ else.”  

At this point he could hardly even look at Jazz, afraid his lights would flash again.  Primus, the mech was pretty…  N-not that Red wasn’t pretty….!  Now his optics were firmly set on staring at the floor. 

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“Dude, if I was taller, I’d smack ya upside the helm – though I could do it with a paddle now an’ get it over with. That’s all I gotta say.”

There’s nothing but humor in his tone and a smile on his faceplate, which the saboteur is keeping from morphing into another good-natured laugh. Jazz moves closer and leans forward, his optics searching for Inferno’s. “Wha’? Rust got yer vocals or somethin’?”

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“....yer jus’ so pretty...”  His sirens made a sharp ‘blip!’ as he realized what he’d just let slip.  “I-I mean....!  U-Uh...oh d’ya hear tha’?  Uhh....I think Red’s callin fer me...”  

Oh, he was so going to try and escape.  Escape and go find a hole large enough to hide in for a few and let everything blow over.

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“I know but…!  Jazz, I’mma big mech tha’ likes ta occasionally let mahself be set on fire– who in their righ’ mind- no offense, would wanna grind their gears ta tha?”

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“Stop bein’ so hard-headed! I know ‘setting yourself on fire’ is yer staple thing, but peeps can look past that! There’s more to ya than jus’ your profession, an’ I bet Red Alert saw that. You get me, ‘Ferno?”

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“I.....guess....?  Though, I really don’t have much ta offer other than my profession.  ....’M not tha’ good at anythin’ else.”  

At this point he could hardly even look at Jazz, afraid his lights would flash again.  Primus, the mech was pretty...  N-not that Red wasn’t pretty....!  Now his optics were firmly set on staring at the floor. 

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“My…..self esteem?  Wh- wait what d’ya mean the other way ‘round?  Tha’ jus’ doesn’t seem right, Jazz.  But, I’ve never really thought ‘bout it.” 

He reached to rub the back of his helm, frowning slightly as he tried to take in this new information.  He was just used to being the background mech, the one people only called on if they needed something.  This…this was way different.  

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He rolls his optics behind his visor. “Awright ‘Ferno, then jus’ think: ya say basically everybody’s outta yer league. Have ya ever considered that someone might’ve had looked at you an’ thought that very same thing? That’s what I mean when I say ‘the other way round’.”

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“I know but...!  Jazz, I’mma big mech tha’ likes ta occasionally let mahself be set on fire-- who in their righ’ mind- no offense, would wanna grind their gears ta tha?”

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His mouth droops open slightly before it’s snapped shut.  “No no- Ok fine but–  Yer waaaaaaay outta mah league, mech.  You, an Red, an’ damn near everybody….!”  

[sassonwheels-archive-deactivate]

“Man, I’m gonna have ya workin’ on that self-esteem. I can’t jus’ have you thinkin’ everybody’s outta your league – have ya ever thought it might also be the other way ‘round?”

He crosses his arms, looks up at the taller mech with a small smirk. “I mean… some things are a two-way street y’know?”

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“My.....self esteem?  Wh- wait what d’ya mean the other way ‘round?  Tha’ jus’ doesn’t seem right, Jazz.  But, I’ve never really thought ‘bout it.” 

He reached to rub the back of his helm, frowning slightly as he tried to take in this new information.  He was just used to being the background mech, the one people only called on if they needed something.  This...this was way different.  

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“Wha- bu-”  He’d wave his arms around if it wouldn’t make him look like a giant doofus.  “Because….!  Because you’re–!”  He moves his arms in a curvy motion.  

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Jazz can’t help but laugh. “Don’t be silly, Inferno; as if my physique had anythin’ to do with this. Slim mechs ain’t the only ones that make my engine rev, my friend, so for Primus’ sake just take the compliment.”

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His mouth droops open slightly before it’s snapped shut.  “No no- Ok fine but--  Yer waaaaaaay outta mah league, mech.  You, an Red, an’ damn near everybody....!”  

[first--responder]

Well tha’s one thin’ we have in common then…  Neither a’ us appreciate any a’ this.  

Outwardly, he only nodded his head, making his expression as neutral as possible.  “It’s no problem.  Jus’ doin’ mah job.” 

[brittlesilverlord-blog]

♛ —;; “Mhm, bring me the simplified version when you have it, although I’d like it ASAP so I can get on with other pressing matters, hopefully you understand.” 

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Oh he had the simplified version.  He had every version of any rule on his person at all times.  But...

Normally his inner voice would chide him about being an aft and his overpowering urge to do good would straighten him out, but this time...this time he was very willing to let his occasional nastiness slide.  It just made his plating burn to call a Con- especially Megatron ‘sir.’   

“I’ll get it done.” 

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thespecopsbot said: “What? Nobody ever tell ya you’re a good-lookin’ red hunk? Gee, Red…”

“…..did someone put ya up ta this…?  Yanno ya won’t hurt mah feelins if they did.”

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“Whaaaaat? Now you’re hurtin’ mine! Why would ya think someone put me up t’ this? Give yaself some credit, man.”

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“Wha- bu-”  He’d wave his arms around if it wouldn’t make him look like a giant doofus.  “Because....!  Because you’re--!”  He moves his arms in a curvy motion.  

[commanderrogers]

“uh oh” i whispered as i began to ship it

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thespecopsbot said: “What? Nobody ever tell ya you’re a good-lookin’ red hunk? Gee, Red…”

“.....did someone put ya up ta this...?  Yanno ya won’t hurt mah feelins if they did.”

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¿ *revs engine*

He looked over his shoulder, almost positive that Jazz couldn’t possibly--  His ladder wings twitched and his lights flashed, betraying his delight, even though he was head over heels confused.