Touch me and die.

My designation is Sunstreaker. Use it, or lose your glossa. Other then that, there is not much to tell you. I'm of Kaonian descent. I don't particularly like any of you. I paint. I fight, however I'm not a neanderthal. I do, actually, like to read and... They're all dead. Don't mention them, or you'll lose your fraggin' glossa. Skywarp is gone, Sideswipe is gone, now shut your fraggin' mouth. ((Open RP/ASK blog for a Prime Verse Sunstreaker. Mun does rp with almost everything, but she does have her rules. Mun is 18+ and will not smut with minors. MA!: Open to any

[citymech]

"... You know... I wasn't sure a red face plate could look good on anyone. Surprisingly, it looks really good on you, whoever you are."

Tracks isn’t sure what to do with the compliment before snorting a little, shaking his helm. “Thank you… I guess. What do you want?”

[goldengladiatorsunstreaker]

Sunny often said what others would not. He was watching what he was saying though, not wishing to brutally hurt the other and make him despise him. What he’d said would either be enough to make a difference, or it wouldn’t. He would eventually lose pity for the mech though, should he not take the chance to help himself after obviously receiving various advice from other’s before.

“As much as it hurts, you may have to. Those who won’t help themselves cannot be helped by others.” He says softly. A bone deep sigh leaves him, and he shakes his helm as he leans back. “Sometimes it is easiest to spill our darkest pains to a stranger than to someone we know. With a stranger, you don’t have that sort of knowledge of what they’ll think, and they won’t know you enough to judge you upon it. I don’t mind that you have spilled. I certainly didn’t expect it, but i don’t mind it.”

He slips his hand back to tap at his own cheek, and hums quietly. “A mask is a powerful thing. If you believe in it enough, you become it.” He says cryptically.

[citymech]

“I understand,” Tracks muttered, giving a nod to the golden mech before him. “I love Blaster with all my spark and the thought of losing him hurts so much … But, I have already decided I would not continue to try. Well, I did, but was convinced to continue to try. I am not sure what happens now, but …. I hope it becomes something good.”

Tracks didn’t really know what he was to believe. Gently dabbing at his optics, he managed to not spill coolant again, leaning against the chair to sip at his energon once more. “As a new friend, you still should not be exposed to my own personal affairs. I apologize, Sunstreaker, but I do appreciate you listening.” 

[goldengladiatorsunstreaker]

He didn’t say much more as he listened, though did nod slightly. “I can hope for the best.” The chances of it being for the best isn’t likely though, at least not in his mind. But he would hope for the other’s sake.

Leaning back in his own seat, Sunstreaker offered a quiet shrug. “It’s alright. I don’t mind listening if you ever need to speak. Sometimes you need a different voice to speak out amongst the masses. Your apology is accepted, but not necessary.”

[erydumaenhir]

#PostitForward

Post it for people struggling with depression

Post it for depressed people who had to drop out of school

Post it for them whether they got to school or not

Post it for depressed people who hurt so badly they can’t get out of bed sometimes

Post it for them for the days they have to do it anyway, and have to deal with people who don’t understand what’s wrong

Post it for every depressed person who has ever heard “just stop feeling sad”

Post it for everyone who’s ever heard ‘just get over it” or “do something you love doing”

Post it for depressed people who have to balance medication costs with life costs

Post it for depressed people who don’t have the spoons to handle their own needs every day and have to go about their day without showering because it was too much effort and they showered yesterday anyway

Post it for everyone who’s ever heard that if they would just get out and exercise, just eat right, or try this one thing, that they wouldn’t be depressed

Post it for people who can’t get the toxic people out of their lives because they depend on their financial support

Post it for depressed people who have lost loved ones to depression

Post it for non-depressed peope who have lost loved ones to depression

Post it for depressed people who have lost loved ones because of their own depression and them giving up on them

Post it for anyone who feels alone in a room full of people

Post it for people who just can’t ask for help because they have always been the one to help people. Post it for them so they can find each other. So they can help each other. Post it for them. 

Post it forward. Everyone deserves to be happy, and nobody deserves to be told to get over a medical problem. 

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goldengladiatorsunstreaker replied to your post:// I stole Brotherhood off my brother, thanks for…

((From someone who has seen all of the original FMA, and most of the new Brotherhood, i can 100% guarantee that your heart is going to break multiple times, and you are likely to cry if you get attached to characters. :)

//I’m already attached!

Roy is my Bae.  Hughs is adorable and Armstrong is hilarious.

I’ve only watched one episode

[goldengladiatorsunstreaker]

(( >) I’m not going to spoil it for you. I just hope you’re ready for the pain~

[goldengladiatorsunstreaker]

((So mun may or may not have rebroke her middle finger again.

Replies are gonna be sparse tonight. :( last couple nights i was playing a game. Now it hurts to even do that ;w;))

[citymech]

"... You know... I wasn't sure a red face plate could look good on anyone. Surprisingly, it looks really good on you, whoever you are."

Tracks isn’t sure what to do with the compliment before snorting a little, shaking his helm. “Thank you… I guess. What do you want?”

[goldengladiatorsunstreaker]

Sunstreaker was surprisingly used to becoming an outlet for others words. Be it his own brothers, before it happened, or other crew. He never did blab about it- the mech hardly spoke to people to hardly ever want to gossip.

Sunny keeps his hold with one hand, and makes use of his height to reach across and dab along the other’s optics with silk cloth he subspaces. “Sometimes what we want the most is never meant to be. Sometimes we have to pick up and move on, or we’ll get lost in a bog of agony and never crawl forth from it again. No one but you can make the choice.” He says softly, shaking his helm at the last bit. “It’s alright. I was there not long ago, and i know your pain. I still am one, even if no one sees it. Everyone needs someone to let it out too.”

[citymech]

Giving a small sigh, Tracks allowed Sunny to dab at his faceplates, shuttering his optics as he did so. The noble didn’t like being this broken, to be this hurt, but right now he was unable to fix any of it. What Sunny said hurt, and Tracks wasn’t sure if he was right or not … But he was the first mech to have said it.

“I know …. But I cannot bear to be without him. Even taking a step back just to be his friend, and nothing more …” Tracks curled up on his chair, shaking his helm for a moment before allowing a bitter chuckle to escape him. “Look at me. An emotional wreck as if I were only just sparked … And spilling everything to a mech I only just met. I am sorry, Sunstreaker. You should not have to see m this way.”

[goldengladiatorsunstreaker]

Sunny often said what others would not. He was watching what he was saying though, not wishing to brutally hurt the other and make him despise him. What he’d said would either be enough to make a difference, or it wouldn’t. He would eventually lose pity for the mech though, should he not take the chance to help himself after obviously receiving various advice from other’s before.

“As much as it hurts, you may have to. Those who won’t help themselves cannot be helped by others.” He says softly. A bone deep sigh leaves him, and he shakes his helm as he leans back. “Sometimes it is easiest to spill our darkest pains to a stranger than to someone we know. With a stranger, you don’t have that sort of knowledge of what they’ll think, and they won’t know you enough to judge you upon it. I don’t mind that you have spilled. I certainly didn’t expect it, but i don’t mind it.”

He slips his hand back to tap at his own cheek, and hums quietly. “A mask is a powerful thing. If you believe in it enough, you become it.” He says cryptically.

[citymech]

"... You know... I wasn't sure a red face plate could look good on anyone. Surprisingly, it looks really good on you, whoever you are."

Tracks isn’t sure what to do with the compliment before snorting a little, shaking his helm. “Thank you… I guess. What do you want?”

[goldengladiatorsunstreaker]

He keeps up that silent support and affection, and quietly nods. He sighs though as he listens. It seems the other was set in his ways, despite if it was good for him or not.

“Only you can make yourself happy.” He says softly. “It is your choice if you continue to try for Blaster. I’ve said my part- that’s all i can offer outside of companionship. Eventually, you will get too tired of hurting, and you will decide what to do there.” He offers him a gentle pat, but doesn’t pull away regardless. He is not angry, nor disappointed. Simply quiet.

[citymech]

It was always easy to open up to a Sunstreker, no matter who he was. Even though he had never spoken to this one, here he was spilling all of his problems out like it was word vomit. He figured it was because he missed his own Sunny so very much, it didn’t matter.

“I know, I know …. I just want it to work with him. I love him so very much, and he does with me. I just wish the bonding could work. If I do not have him … I do not have anyone else. My human is … Well, I cannot bond to a human.” The noble shook his helm, looking up to Sunny with wet optics. “I apologize; I am a wreck …”

[goldengladiatorsunstreaker]

Sunstreaker was surprisingly used to becoming an outlet for others words. Be it his own brothers, before it happened, or other crew. He never did blab about it- the mech hardly spoke to people to hardly ever want to gossip.

Sunny keeps his hold with one hand, and makes use of his height to reach across and dab along the other’s optics with silk cloth he subspaces. “Sometimes what we want the most is never meant to be. Sometimes we have to pick up and move on, or we’ll get lost in a bog of agony and never crawl forth from it again. No one but you can make the choice.” He says softly, shaking his helm at the last bit. “It’s alright. I was there not long ago, and i know your pain. I still am one, even if no one sees it. Everyone needs someone to let it out too.”

[citymech]

"... You know... I wasn't sure a red face plate could look good on anyone. Surprisingly, it looks really good on you, whoever you are."

Tracks isn’t sure what to do with the compliment before snorting a little, shaking his helm. “Thank you… I guess. What do you want?”

[goldengladiatorsunstreaker]

Sunstreaker sighs as the other very nearly bursts into tears. He strokes his fingers along the backs of his servo and quietly thrums. “… Tracks,” he says softly, “It takes two to tango. I don’t know the whole situation, but if someone doesn’t want to do something they generally don’t go along with it.” He sighs again, and brings his other servo around to up Track’s own.

“You don’t have to excommunicate him. It’s hard… But you’d just have to move on. Think of him outside of relationships and bonds. If it’s the same one that I am thinking of… he has many pining for the same thing you desire. It is your choice, however. You are your own mech.” In time, he’d hope the mech would get tired of the pain and then… and then get himself out and into something more healthy for him. But he keeps that silent, hoping the other can see that in his face and undertone.

[citymech]

“I know, it does, Sunstraker … But Blaster wants this too. He is afraid as I am, but for different reasons.” Tracks sighed as he wiped at his optics a little more, squeezing the golden mech’s servo at the affection and comfort it gave. It was helpful, and the noble wanted more of it. “I have always had him in my life, always … And he wants and needs me there as well. I am so very tired of being hurt, I just wish to be happy with him.

“If Soundwave would just cooperate ….” Tracks frowned, looking down at his lap for a moment, shaking his helm. “But he will not. We tried, he gave up. I am willing to do almost anything to make him happy, to work for what I desire … But I refuse to bend over backward to him. I refuse to see him as above. We have talked, tried to work things out, but nothing ever comes to fruition.”

[goldengladiatorsunstreaker]

He keeps up that silent support and affection, and quietly nods. He sighs though as he listens. It seems the other was set in his ways, despite if it was good for him or not.

“Only you can make yourself happy.” He says softly. “It is your choice if you continue to try for Blaster. I’ve said my part- that’s all i can offer outside of companionship. Eventually, you will get too tired of hurting, and you will decide what to do there.” He offers him a gentle pat, but doesn’t pull away regardless. He is not angry, nor disappointed. Simply quiet.

[sashayingvaguelydownwards-blog]

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my soundwave is the same way omg //

//ah yes but can he

make his way downtown

[goldengladiatorsunstreaker]

“Seekers.” SNORTS.

[askmethething]

Your muse has just found out my muse is pregnant. How does your muse respond?

[citymech]

"... You know... I wasn't sure a red face plate could look good on anyone. Surprisingly, it looks really good on you, whoever you are."

Tracks isn’t sure what to do with the compliment before snorting a little, shaking his helm. “Thank you… I guess. What do you want?”

[goldengladiatorsunstreaker]

Sunny had his own flair of dramatics when he wished to use them. A little bit of Track’s own wouldn’t scare him off.

He gently holds the servo he is given, aware too tight a squeeze could crumple the digits it holds. His thumb, scarred and warm, rubs over the back of his servo quietly, offering the support the other so needed.

“I know.” He says again, softly sighing. “Bonds are a beautiful thing. They are warm, they are bright, they are life and love and can bring you the ultimate happiness. But they too come with sorrow of their own. I… I do not think you will find that permanent happiness you seem to seek with your Blaster. I sense that it is more than your Sunstreaker who has cost you this sorrow… And i can say… Someone who has caused you this much sorrow, does not deserve the gift that they have soiled, no matter how much you wish to give it to then.”

He sighs softly, and gently lifts the hand. He presses a smooth kiss to the knuckles, more a habit than anything. “It is time you find happiness. It hurts… But for your sake, sometimes you need to break away and start a new. It is what i did. It hurts every day, deep in my spark, but i find it hurts a little less with each passing hour now that my end no longer looms overhead. I suppose this is not what you wish to hear though…” For a mech without words, he could get longwinded. His shy smile is given as a form of apology.

[citymech]

Biting at his lip as he listened to Sunny speak, Tracks couldn’t help but feel even worse. The words that the golden mech were speaking hit home worse than he thought they would, and he wasn’t sure how to deal with it. So far, every mecha that he’s talked to has told him to talk to Blaster, to try and work it out …. But yet, here is Sunny, telling Tracks the exact opposite of what the noble wishes to hear.

Tracks didn’t think he could cry any more than he already had … but the thought of not having Blaster, of not bonding to him hurt more than anything thus far. He was already afraid of this outcome, given the non-cooperative Soundwave, but to hear it actually spoken for the first time …

“I can’t lose him,” Tracks muttered, blinking stinging optics as he tried to stave off his coolant. “It … It w-wasn’t Blaster’s fault, it is all Soundwave’s doing … I cannot lose him, Sunstreaker.” His servo squeezed Sunny’s a little in its need for comfort, his other servo holding the energon cube close to him. “Blaster has been there for me through everything … I r-refuse to just let him go, I can’t … No matter how much this hurts.”

[goldengladiatorsunstreaker]

Sunstreaker sighs as the other very nearly bursts into tears. He strokes his fingers along the backs of his servo and quietly thrums. “... Tracks,” he says softly, “It takes two to tango. I don’t know the whole situation, but if someone doesn’t want to do something they generally don’t go along with it.” He sighs again, and brings his other servo around to up Track’s own.

“You don’t have to excommunicate him. It’s hard... But you’d just have to move on. Think of him outside of relationships and bonds. If it’s the same one that I am thinking of... he has many pining for the same thing you desire. It is your choice, however. You are your own mech.” In time, he’d hope the mech would get tired of the pain and then... and then get himself out and into something more healthy for him. But he keeps that silent, hoping the other can see that in his face and undertone.

[citymech]

"... You know... I wasn't sure a red face plate could look good on anyone. Surprisingly, it looks really good on you, whoever you are."

Tracks isn’t sure what to do with the compliment before snorting a little, shaking his helm. “Thank you… I guess. What do you want?”

[goldengladiatorsunstreaker]

“It is quite good now.” But it could become more, if they tried. He listened softly, and nodded quietly, feeling sympathetic to the other’s cause.

That sympathy only grew as the other seemed to wilt. He shifted and leaned forth, bringing his fingers to touch the other’s servo just lightly. Enough to get his attention, but not enough to make him uncomfortable should the mech dislike such an action. “I know.” He nods softly. “I bet you hear a lot of words from a lot of bots on it. I’m not good with words, but… Trust that i know what you’re feeling. I know.” He offers his palm, a silent support for the other to take should he need it. He might have just met him, but Sunstreaker was a bit sympathetic when it came to others hurting.

“We all do. Sometimes we have to hurt in order to find the one that we were truly meant to find.” He murmurs quietly.

[citymech]

Tracks was a little afraid, momentarily worried he would chase Sunny off with his dramatics. He did always have a flair for them, and it never failed to rear its ugly head at all the wrong times – the noble just badly wanted to be happy, that was all.

At the touch to his servo, Tracks looked up to his guest once more, optics dim and looking to be ready to spill coolant – if Tracks had any more to actually give. He scoffed for a moment before shaking his helm, gently putting his servo within Sunny’s own.

“I know I would not be acting like this, had I not already tasted a bond,” the noble muttered gently. “I never wanted one in my entire life cycle, not once … And then when I bonded with my own Sunstreaker out of desperation not to lose him, I saw what a beautiful thing it is. I crave it so much, to have that voice back within me, that presence that lets me know I am never alone …. I want Blaster to be the mech I should find; I have already hurt enough.”

[goldengladiatorsunstreaker]

Sunny had his own flair of dramatics when he wished to use them. A little bit of Track’s own wouldn’t scare him off.

He gently holds the servo he is given, aware too tight a squeeze could crumple the digits it holds. His thumb, scarred and warm, rubs over the back of his servo quietly, offering the support the other so needed.

“I know.” He says again, softly sighing. “Bonds are a beautiful thing. They are warm, they are bright, they are life and love and can bring you the ultimate happiness. But they too come with sorrow of their own. I... I do not think you will find that permanent happiness you seem to seek with your Blaster. I sense that it is more than your Sunstreaker who has cost you this sorrow... And i can say... Someone who has caused you this much sorrow, does not deserve the gift that they have soiled, no matter how much you wish to give it to then.”

He sighs softly, and gently lifts the hand. He presses a smooth kiss to the knuckles, more a habit than anything. “It is time you find happiness. It hurts... But for your sake, sometimes you need to break away and start a new. It is what i did. It hurts every day, deep in my spark, but i find it hurts a little less with each passing hour now that my end no longer looms overhead. I suppose this is not what you wish to hear though...” For a mech without words, he could get longwinded. His shy smile is given as a form of apology.

[citymech]

"... You know... I wasn't sure a red face plate could look good on anyone. Surprisingly, it looks really good on you, whoever you are."

Tracks isn’t sure what to do with the compliment before snorting a little, shaking his helm. “Thank you… I guess. What do you want?”

[goldengladiatorsunstreaker]

Sunstreaker had never known a Tracks prior to this, so he might not share the same ease, but he does have a smile on his lips all the same.

“I wouldn’t mind it at all either.” He finishes his cube gingerly, and nibbles another goodie. Mm, full tanks. It feels good for once. “I would enjoy the attention as well. It is not often that i get any form of attention.” He really didn’t have anyone to go to. His alternate was often busy, and his verses Bumblebee wasn’t really the kind to give any form of affection. He was… odd, really.

“I enjoy giving attention too. Is there any kind of attention you prefer or would prefer not to have?”

[citymech]

“Provided you can put up with m the way I am now, attention would always be good,” Tracks mused, settling in his seat a little more as he sipped at his half-empty cube. He wasn’t really drinking much as of late, and his tanks were already protesting this much. “I am an emotional and unstable wreck, and I know it. My life has been turned upside-down once more by a force I cannot control, and ….”

He sighed a little, rubbing at his scratched-up faceplates. “I cannot even begin what could happen if I do not find a way to make this all work.” Within moments, the noble had delved back into his depressed little state, having completely bypassed the question asked of him or that his company was new to him. “I just want love.”

[goldengladiatorsunstreaker]

“It is quite good now.” But it could become more, if they tried. He listened softly, and nodded quietly, feeling sympathetic to the other’s cause.

That sympathy only grew as the other seemed to wilt. He shifted and leaned forth, bringing his fingers to touch the other’s servo just lightly. Enough to get his attention, but not enough to make him uncomfortable should the mech dislike such an action. “I know.” He nods softly. “I bet you hear a lot of words from a lot of bots on it. I’m not good with words, but... Trust that i know what you’re feeling. I know.” He offers his palm, a silent support for the other to take should he need it. He might have just met him, but Sunstreaker was a bit sympathetic when it came to others hurting.

“We all do. Sometimes we have to hurt in order to find the one that we were truly meant to find.” He murmurs quietly.

[deadlyxgentleman-archive-blog]

This is an open invitation to ask my muse whatever you damned well please.

Inbox is always open and I know someone must hold curiosities.

[quettzals]

watching the transformers movies like

[memesfortheroleplayerssoul-a]

The 31st icon/gif in your folder is your muse’s reaction upon finding out they were chosen as a tribute for the Hunger Games

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[goldengladiatorsunstreaker]

[sharpshooterbluestreak]

Ⓦ I heard you and Optimus Prime had a little fun last week. ((agh i'm not good at these but I TRIED :D hope its okay.))

Blue grinned, nodding happily. “Yup! We played a few games and had fun, like we did when I was a sparkling. Miss falling into recharge on his lap when he was working. Would do that to Prowl too. They played the best games with me!” Oblivious Blue is oblivious.

[goldengladiatorsunstreaker]

He rests his chin on his hands and arches his brows. “That’s not the kind of fun I’m mentioning, Bluestreak. I mean the kind that involves one of you mewling in bliss below the other~”

[sharpshooterbluestreak]

Oh. Oh! Dear primus. Blue squeaked, hiding his face in his servos. “No! Primus no! Optimus is family and someone I know is safe and can go to if I need to talk about war stuff or just have some peace and quiet! I would never do-do THAT with him! No!!”

[goldengladiatorsunstreaker]

He laughs lightly and leans back to rub his chest as his spark throbs. Agh, he really needs to get something for that. “I figured as much. I thought it best to hear it from you though, rather than listen to rumor.“

[sharpshooterbluestreak]

Blue kept his face hidden, face flaming in embarrassment. Primus, who came up with this one?? It was ridiculous and would never happen! “Primus. I can’t believe people think that would happen.” He finally pulled his servos away, bumping his shoulder against Sunstreakers. “Thanks. For telling me inmean. I appreciate it. But why I’d your servo on your chassis? Sides being annoying again?”

[goldengladiatorsunstreaker]

“People can think many things.” He chuckles, and gently bumps back. He’s much larger after all- wouldn’t do to piledrive the other into the wall. “I will admit, it seemed a little ridiculous, but i also know that sometimes odd things can be true.” After all, who’d have thought Sunny would bond a Decepticon?

The question has him sighing and shaking his helm. “If only. Sides is dead, Blue. My spark hurts because it’s alone.” And his bondmate’s bond was dying, slowly, so slowly, but painfully too. “Pain is pretty normal. I’ve got my good days and bad. Today is a good day.” He offers him a chipper grin, and flutters his fins. He is technically terminal at this point, but he’s strong willed. He’s got a reason to live, and that reason often clung to his shoulder until he sung her to sleep at night.

[sharpshooterbluestreak]

“True. Look at all the things Sides has done, and even Jazz! The things they’ve done are just hilarious and mind boggling at times.” Blue giggled, swaying a bit as he was bumped. Sunny was larger than Blue, and even a tiny bump sent him swaying.

And then his wings dropped, a whine escaping him before he clung to Sunny. “Oh Primus, I’m so sorry Sunny. I didn’t know. Please don’t go. I don’t want to lose anyone else. I lost my first bondmates, and it’s not like losing your twins but I’m here if you wanna talk or need anything just promise me you won’t go. Please?”

[goldengladiatorsunstreaker]

“Indeed.” He chuckles lightly. A tiny bump did send him swaying, but a heavy bump could have plowed him over.

The sudden cling makes him blink, and he gently pats his back. “I’m losing my bond mate too. The bond grows weaker every day. It’s alright, Blue. I’m not going anywhere. I made a promise to myself to see the day my daughter no longer needs me before i let myself go. Considering she’s only toddling, I’ve got a long while yet.“ He soothes.

[goldengladiatorsunstreaker]

((Off to salem with mama. BBL.