Surviving the Silence

Where sound becomes sanctuary and silence remembers everything. One bot's archive of melody, ghosts, and change. Independent Transformers OC || Please read Doc in pinned post. 18+ Only || Multiship/-verse || OC & Canon friendly 25 Years Old || Mutuals Only

[nevermute]

ᵀʳᵃⁿˢᵐⁱˢˢⁱᵒⁿ ᴸᵒᵍ: ᴮᵉᵃᵗˡⁱⁿᵉ

𝔸 𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥, 𝕤𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖

Please read this card.

Mun/muse is 25+

[sp00ky-diner-girl]

psa;;

{{ if i follow you, that is a direct message that i enjoy your character, i like how you portray them, and that i want to role play with you. please don’t think that i’m just following you to gain a mutual. i am following you because i want my muse to interact with your muse, because i have decided that it would be interesting to see. and if you follow me, i’ll take that as you wanting to do the same. }}

[nevermute]

What’s one rumor about your OC that everyone believes, but isn’t true?

I’ll go first.

Rumor:

Beatline is incapable of measuring distance normally, he uses what is called “Song Length Metrics”

Truth:

He very much knows how to measure klicks. He just chooses not to because it’s more entertaining to say “about two ballads away.”

[coetusmachina-a]

Pookieship ended with @nevermute

Taking applications for new Pookie. Must be friends with me and deal with my bullhonkie for at least 2 years before fully being able to claim the Pookieship title.

[nevermute]

Can’t get rid of me that easily. Nice try though, pookie!

[coetusmachina-a]

Does this mean,,,, YOU are ending the pookieship?

YOu are looking for a new pookie with a 2 year retention period or whatever it is?

Oh how the turns tabled and the betrayed is once again betrayed

[nevermute]

If that’s the case then I’m dumb for thinking I could ever replace you with anyone.

🌺

[coetusmachina-a]

Pookieship ended with @nevermute

Taking applications for new Pookie. Must be friends with me and deal with my bullhonkie for at least 2 years before fully being able to claim the Pookieship title.

[nevermute]

Can’t get rid of me that easily. Nice try though, pookie!

[coetusmachina-a]

Uno is such a friendship killer.

Pookie betrays me.

All for the cards and the promise of points!

OH WOE!! Woe is MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

[nevermute]

Get good scrub

[coetusmachina-a]

DO YOU SEE THIS CHAT??

DO YOU SEE?

NO REMORSE! NO PITY! NO LOVE!

[nevermute]

>:3

[coetusmachina-a]

Uno is such a friendship killer.

Pookie betrays me.

All for the cards and the promise of points!

OH WOE!! Woe is MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

[nevermute]

Get good scrub

[nevermute]

How do you feel about humans?

“Humans… they’re messy, loud, and breakable. They know how to live between the beats. I didn’t get it at first, why they danced like the world wasn’t burning. Why they laughed like grief wasn’t waiting backstage. But the Wigglepit taught me how. That place was more than a club. It was a pulse. A promise. A place where no one cared what you were, only how you moved or what you sounded like.”

“When it fell, I thought maybe I’d stop feeling or go back to static. I kept some things I found in the wreckage, not because I’m sentimental, because I need to remember what peace sounded like. What joy looked like. Humans gave me that, listener.”

[nevermute]

"How do you feel about the war?"

"I amplify what I used to destroy and fight alongside those I silenced. Every time I speak, I rebel against my own design. The war's not just about territory or ideology. It is about who gets to be heard. I won't be silent ever again."

[the-write-ideas]

Ask my character "How do you feel about ______?" Can be an idea, person(s), place, or thing, and they'll have to answer honestly.

Ⓦ

[nevermute]

Broadcast Beatline

Transmission incoming.

“Ayo, it's Beatline,live from the middle of a skirmish I definitely did not start!”

“Y’all throw punches, I throw BANGERS. Let’s see who breaks first; your morale or my subwoofers.”

“Drop a track that goes hard enough to make a Decepticon miss their shot.”

“Best one gets added to the ‘Beats to Bleed Out To’ playlist.”

[nevermute]

Snippet

The rec room was suspiciously spotless. Too spotless. Beatline’s single optic darted over the holoclock, any minute now. He crouched behind the energon dispenser, barely restraining giggles as he monitored the trap he’d lovingly installed under Blaster’s favorite seat.

A glitter capsule. Pressurized for maximum spread. Set to blow the second he touched cushion.

Except…

Footsteps echoed. And Blaster did not walk in with his usual swagger. He limped. Dragging one pede and muttering something about Jazz swiping his energon.

Then whump.

He dropped into the chair like a tired boulder.

BOOM.

Glitter EXPLODED. Holographic musical notes spiraled into the air, accompanied by a trumpet fanfare and a neon sign that blinked: “GLAMBOOM!”

Silence.

Blaster, now blinking sparkly green from head to shin, turned slowly toward the energon machine.

From behind it, Beatline let out a choked squeak and slowly peeked his helm out, one optic scrunched like a kid caught mid-cookie heist.

“…Okay but imagine how perfect that would’ve been if you’d walked in on two functioning legs.”

He started giggling. Hard.

“You kinda sparkle like a holiday album cover now, I’m not even sorry.”

[nevermute]

Prompt: Caught on Camera

Beatline set the rec room’s camera to snap a photo the moment someone stepped into the room and were showered with glitter. Harmless. Fun. A gift for a friend.

Instead, your character walked in. Covered in sparkle. Flash. The pic auto-uploaded to the team feed.

Cut to Beatline, watching the live stream: “…I am in so much trouble.” He tries to hide behind his datapad, his one optic peeking over the edge, absolutely shaking with laughter.

[nevermute]

[nevermute]

[nevermute]

[Entry #086]

9b now operates on semi-autonomous loyalty tether. It follows Beatline into the field, scans for safe zones, loops comfort samples during panic episodes (result loop: 12 second clip from “Home Mix”.

[End Log]

[nevermute]

ＴＡＰＥ　＃０１１Ｅ－０８　—　“Ｄｉｓｓｏｎａｎｃｅ　Ｌｏｏｐ　／　Ｆａｍｉｌｉａｒ　Ｆｒｅｑｕｅｎｃｉｅｓ”　　Ｆｉｌｅ　ｗａｓ　ｓｉｍｐｌｙ　ｔｉｔｌｅｄ：　“／ｆｏｒＨＩＭ／”　Ｆｏｒｍａｔ：　Ｓｉｇｎａｌ－ｃｏｄｅｄ　ｄｉａｌｏｇｕｅ．　Ｌａｎｇｕａｇｅ：　Ｐｅｒｃｕｓｓｉｏｎ．　Ｄｅｌａｙ．　Ｐｕｌｓｅ．

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[Ｓｔａｒｔ　ｔｏｎｅ：　４３Ｈｚ ｓｕｂｌａｙｅｒ　ａｃｔｉｖａｔｉｏｎ]

Ｂｅａｔｌｉｎｅ　ｓｅｎｄｓ　ｔｈｅ　ｏｐｅｎｉｎｇ　ｐａｔｔｅｒｎ　ｓｌｏｗ，　ｄｅｌｉｂｅｒａｔｅ．　Ａ　ｈｅｓｉｔａｎｔ　ｒｈｙｔｈｍ　ａｇａｉｎｓｔ　ｃａｒｒｉｅｒ　ｓｔａｔｉｃ：　▃　▃　▃　—　▄　▃　—　“Ｄｏ　ｙｏｕ　ｈｅａｒ　ｔｈｉｓ　ｏｒ　ｊｕｓｔ　ｒｅｃｏｒｄ　ｉｔ？”

Ｓｏｕｎｄｗａｖｅ　ａｎｓｗｅｒｓ　ｉｎ　ｆｉｌｔｅｒｅｄ　ｄｅｌａｙ—ｒｅｐｅａｔｓ　Ｂｅａｔｌｉｎｅ’ｓ　ｒｈｙｔｈｍ，　ａｄｄｓ　ｍｏｄｕｌａｔｉｏｎ．　▃　▃　▃　—　▄　▃　—　▄　"Ｉ　ｈｅａｒ　ｍｏｒｅ　ｔｈａｎ　ｙｏｕ　ｉｎｔｅｎｄ．"

Ｂｅａｔｌｉｎｅ’ｓ　ｎｅｘｔ　ｐａｔｔｅｒｎ　ｓｐｅｅｄｓ　ｕｐ．　Ｕｎｅｖｅｎ．　Ｌｉｋｅ　ｂｒｅａｔｈｌｅｓｓ　ｔａｐｐｉｎｇ　ｉｎ　ｔｈｅ　ｄａｒｋ：　▃　▃　▃　▃　▃　▃　▃　“Ｓｔｉｌｌ　ｌｉｓｔｅｎｉｎｇ，　ｔｈｅｎ．　Ｅｖｅｎ　ｎｏｗ．”

Ｓｏｕｎｄｗａｖｅ　ａｎｓｗｅｒｓ　ｗｉｔｈ　ｐｒｅｃｉｓｉｏｎ　ａｎｄ　ａ　ｐａｕｓｅ　ｂｅｔｗｅｅｎ　ｂｅａｔｓ．　▄　—　▄　—　▄　—　"Ｙｏｕ　ａｒｅ　ｎｏｉｓｅ　Ｉ　ｎｅｖｅｒ　ｆｉｌｔｅｒｅｄ．"

Ｆｏｒ　ａ　ｍｏｍｅｎｔ，　ｓｉｌｅｎｃｅ．　Ｔｈｅｎ　Ｂｅａｔｌｉｎｅ’ｓ　ｐｕｌｓｅ　ｓｌｏｗｓ—ｃｏｍｐｒｅｓｓｅｓ．

▃　▃　▃　—　—　▃　▃　▃　“Ｉ　ｄｒｅａｍｅｄ　ｙｏｕ　ｔａｕｇｈｔ　ｍｅ　ｓｏｎｇ．　Ｎｏｔ　ｓｕｒｖｅｉｌｌａｎｃｅ．”

Ａｎｄ　Ｓｏｕｎｄｗａｖｅ，　ｗｉｔｈｏｕｔ　ｍｏｄｕｌａｔｉｏｎ　ｎｏｗ，　ｔａｐｓ　ｂａｃｋ　ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ　ｓｍａｌｌ　ａｎｄ　ｏｆｆ－ｒｈｙｔｈｍ　ｆｏｒ　ｔｈｅ　ｆｉｒｓｔ　ｔｉｍｅ．　—　▃　—　▃　—　"Ｔｈａｔ　ｗａｓ　ｎｅｖｅｒ　ｐｒｏｇｒａｍｍｉｎｇ．　Ｔｈａｔ　ｗａｓ　ｃｈｏｉｃｅ．"

Ｂｅａｔｌｉｎｅ　ｗａｉｔｓ．　Ｓｅｎｄｓ　ｎｏｔｈｉｎｇ．　Ｔｈｅｎ　ｇｅｎｔｌｙ：　▃　—　▃　—　▄　▃　“Ｔｈｅｎ　ｗｈｙ　ｄｉｄｎ’ｔ　ｙｏｕ　ｓｔｏｐ　ｍｅ？”

Ｎｏ　ｒｅｐｌｙ．　Ｏｎｌｙ　ｔｈｅ　ｓｍａｌｌｅｓｔ　ｈａｒｍｏｎｉｃ　ｄｉｓｔｏｒｔｉｏｎ．

Ｔｈｅｎ，　ｊｕｓｔ　ｂｅｆｏｒｅ　ｔｈｅ　ｆｒｅｑｕｅｎｃｙ　ｄｒｏｐｓ：　Ａ　ｐｕｌｓｅ　ｓｏ　ｌｏｗ　ｉｔ　ｔｒｅｍｂｌｅｓ　ｂｅｎｅａｔｈ　ｌａｎｇｕａｇｅ．　▃　▃　▃　—　—　—　“Ｂｅｃａｕｓｅ　Ｉ　ｗａｎｔｅｄ　ｔｏ　ｓｅｅ　ｗｈｏ　ｙｏｕ＇ｄ　ｂｅｃｏｍｅ．"

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