BURNT RUBBER.

[imburninrubber]

tortured .

unforgiving blows had scrambled the circuits of the young scout as his seemingly minuscule frame lay crumpled upon the floor panels of the nemesis. energon pooled around his entire outline, seeming to be a shadow creeping upon the floor. still seeping wounds spilled his precious life force upon the unyielding floor. the soft trickling was a minor annoyance that was not even peeking into his thoughts, there were far more pressing matters weighing upon bumblebee’s mind.

blurry vision wasn’t very cooperative as a failed attempt to lift his helm was rendered useless. a slight lift was diminished as a sizable ped rammed against it, slamming and pinning it to the floor once more. a wince disgraced his visage, and a limpness was given to his whole body as consciousness slipped away before his own optics. 

“useless scout.” megatron snarled as he turned his back upon the mess he had made upon the once clean floor of the torture chamber. faintly, the sound of heavy footfalls tickled his eardrums ever so lightly. it was hard to hold onto the sound and distinguish reality from the abyss he was fighting so desperately to refrain from falling in. soon they ebbed away completely, giving the scout a flicker of relief as he now knew he was alone.

escape was on the forefront of his mind, one thing being held onto as he focused on keeping himself as aware as one who was so beaten and bruised could be. the taste of his own energon was strong as he continued to lose precious fluids. folded in a pathetic heap upon the unwelcoming floor, any pursuit toward up righting himself was proven useless. he had to escape, and soon, before the wounds turned from severe, to lethal..

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Cats and BBB! :3

[spaacemusings]

                                                war is a slippery slope.

                                                  what would you do?                                                          becomes                                                     what will you do?                                                          becomes                                              my god, what have you done?

                                                    you meant so well.

[cherriiko-a-deactivated20260601]

            Say ‘Ahhhhh’ !!

Independent ,  PRIVATE ,  &&. Selective   ( KNOCK OUT )

/  written by Nin  `  art credit  /

[cfmusings-blog]

if by my life or my death i can protect you

                             i will

[imburninrubber]

Love Meme ;; "Just admit it: you're in love with me!"

Stopping in his tracks as he was about to go out the door, his spark leapt into his throat. Of course Knock Out was right, he was definitely in love with him. He knew he shouldn’t be, they were on opposing sides. But sometimes, the best feelings can be found in the most unfortunate ways. Bumblebee should’ve known that a friendship with someone he found so visually pleasing would end up with deep feelings.

Turning around to face the other mech, there was a look upon his face that normally would never be present on the brave Autobot scout’s visage. It was a sheepish look, one backed by nervous feelings, a sensation that he rarely experienced. It wasn’t like him to have feelings such as these, and he hadn’t the slightest clue how to deal with them.

“I..” His beeps were soft and careful, “do. You’re right..” He was ashamed of the fight they had just had and that it was what ultimately brought forth his true feelings. “I am in love with you, but I’m not sure what’s going to happen if we continue what we’re doing..” He took one last look as he slowly turned around, and despite what his processor was telling him, his spark hoped that Knock Out would try and stop him from leaving.

[imburninrubber]

valorsparked:

               in && out of conscious did youth fall , chassis pressed against the berth below. wires , tubes && an energon drip were attached in several points of smokescreen’s body– machines keeping up with his physical health. no longer was smokescreen frozen , no longer did energon drip from several wounds inflicted by immoral claws. shaky vents left smokescreen as optics flicked online , vision blurry , bodice shaking lightly. exhaustion held his frame in place , digits grasping the berth as steady as he could. closing his optics , the youngling rested for a few clicks before the presence of another caused his optics to flicker on once more. before him did the blurry form of the scout , same age as he ( around , bee was still a tad bit younger ).

          ❝  –bumblebee?  ❞  timidly , smokescreen attempted to lift himself , though merely managed to collapse lightly back against the berth. exventing softly , shakily , smokescreen tried to force his optics to focus upon his new friend.   //  @imburninrubber

Troubled thoughts crowded the young one’s processor. One of his closest friends, dare he even say he considered him family, had been mercilessly injured. The amount of stress that came with the injuries to the other mech was bountiful, as were the wounds inflicted upon the other’s usually pristine frame. 

Sat beside the unconscious praxian whom he called his friend, he patiently waited for any sign of consciousness or life at all (besides the things shown on monitors). A patient eye had been trained on the other for hours, but at times his cerulean optics wandered about the room. For the most part, his vision was blankly unfocused at his friend, and at this current moment his gaze was directed downward at the floor.

A slight hint of movement twinged in the corner of his vision, and he noticed blinking optics and digits clasping onto the edges of the berth as Smokescreen returned to this world. A flutter of excitement, followed by a sweet sense of relief tickled his spark as his friend’s optics settled upon him. A weak and strangled call of his own name made him smile.

“Smokescreen, you’re awake!” He reached out and touched his shoulder gingerly. “How are you feeling?”

[imburninrubber]

‘ you are not a failure. please believe that. ’

Head held between his hands as he sat on the berth, he lightly scoffed in disbelief. He wasn’t a failure? Of course he was. He had been fighting this same old war for ages and still wasn’t able to become a warrior like he always wished to be. Surely his extensive combat experience would ensure that he was able to become one, but yet it was all no use. Even rookie Smokescreen had been in the Elite Guard academy and graduated, which was something Bumblebee had never even gotten the chance to partake in himself- no matter how much he desired it. He had to face it, he would never be the warrior he wanted so desperately to be.

“How can you say that when I couldn’t even hold my own against those Decepticons? You had to back me up.”

[imburninrubber]

There was so much blood. I’ve never seen so much.”

The long tale brought forth from the newcomer was one full of destruction and agony. Of course, it wasn’t like the young scout had never seen things like that before. It was just intriguing, yet depressing, to hear tales of encounters with enemies during the ongoing war. Bumblebee even had his own war stories to tell, but the one that was just shared with him by the newcomer was particularly full of carnage.

“How did you manage to survive all of that?” Bumblebee chirped at his new acquaintance. Curiosity surely got the best of him in this case.

[imburninrubber]

“ i’m so sorry. i should have been there sooner. ”

The young scout lay upon the cold, unforgiving ground, obviously injured. He wrapped his arm around his abdomen, cradling the seeping wound gently. Being outnumbered had proven to be a bigger challenge than he expected. Looking up at Smokescreen, he was glad to see a friendly face staring back at him, concern written over his features. He felt as if his insides had been scrambled and poured out of his abdomen. 

“No,” he grimaced as he spoke to the other, “I should have waited for you.”

[mechababi]

Here, have sparklings Bumblebee and Smokescreen looking at you through your screen. 

[valorsparked-a]

@imburninrubber && @radioactivibee

[valorsparked-a]

           ——–       it can be HARD , it can be so hard.

[imburninrubber]

munday

[imburninrubber]

bad fanfic, as told by ven

Smokescreen catches Bumblebee and Knock Out doing the dirty.

 and it’s like a bad car accident that you can’t look away from

but it’s like, damn it, they are cars!

[imburninrubber]

‘rough touch’

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19. Your muse grabs my muse’s wrists.  

The crimson medic’s servos upon his wrists tugged at his spark. Bumblebee knew that Knock Out wanted so badly for him to stay, but it was getting too risky for them to be seeing each other like this. Bumblebee hesitated, the grip on his wrists making him feel all too sad and anguished. He didn’t want to go, in fact, it was the last thing that he would ever want. But the risk was becoming too high.

“Knock Out.. I have to go. It’s not what I want, but I have to. I’ll try to see you again, okay?” Bumblebee pulled his hands away from the medic’s grip. “Optimus knows. He’s figured us out, and I fear that the Dark lord himself may be onto us. We can’t do this anymore. I promise, I’ll try to see you again one day, even if it is many eons from now. I’m so sorry.” The yellow praxian stepped back, his heart shattering. Hesitating, he waited to start to leave, hoping that Knock Out would say something that would make him stay. He had to.

[imburninrubber]

powerplaying: as told by ven

you pushed him, and you beat him up, and then you went home

[imburninrubber]

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25. Your muse pins mine onto the ground.

The odds weren’t in Bumblebee’s favor as his shoulders and back hit the ground. Smokescreen was larger and had used his heavier body weight to tip the yellow praxian backwards and onto the floor. Optimus had sent the two young praxians to spar to burn off some pent up energy and keep their skills sharp while the team lay low. Smokescreen was larger sized and used this to his advantage to throw the other to the ground. 

This wasn’t the end of the battle, though. Bumblebee, being used to fighting larger Decepticons for most of his days, had learned that size really doesn’t matter all that much in the long run. Pressing his peds flat and upright on the floor, he launched his frame off of the floor, sending Smokescreen flying off of him and backwards. Landing with his peds upon the floor and standing completely upright, he lurched forward at his pretend foe.