FILLING IN THE BLANKS.

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AMNESIA.   im probably going to put this sod on semi-hiatus for now,  ‘cos my activity is pretty much that atm.   but !! this also counts as a starter call so feel free to like this,  since i cant really go without threads

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RUNG.

The pat to Rung’s back was gentle, but still enough to push him forward a couple inches while they walked. He just smiled, though, remembering that odd, thoroughly eventful trip to Hedonia.

“I feel as if that was an unprecedented event that’s highly unlikely to happen again. Maybe a spritzer or two, I can imagine, but still.” A chuckle. “No brawns for me, no. Primus forbid, I’ve no idea what would happen then. I don’t even know what kind of drunk I’d be…”

            ❛  who knows?  maybe he’ll finally move away from weak energon spritzers,  and be daring enough to have a normal one. ❜  an amused snort.  ❛  though,  there’s only one way to find out what kind of drunk you’d be       actually,  two. just picture the same situation i’m imagining,  except someone decides to swap your drink with nightmare fuel.  trust me;  that’s not even a rare occurrence.  ❜

                 he speaks with a casualness hardly suited to the situation,  broad pedes creating audible clacks against the hallway’s floor with each step he takes.  nightmare fuel was hardly a joke,  if the long term effects left on one’s innards stood for much;  and yet few seemed to care.  as long as something got you overcharged,  skids supposed a good majority of autobots and decepticons alike would consume it.

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SPIDER LADY.

        “I don’t care, just leave me be already. This ship is big enough for you to be literally anywhere else.” This was her one escape, she didn’t need this mech robbing her of her personal space.

            ❛ and i WOULD, but going back is a no-go, and you’re sort of       ❜ he made a vague gesture of his servo to the limited room between them. one of them would have to comply, it certainly wasn’t going to be him.

[nudgegun-blog]

AMNESIA. cchrist almighty this theme is a mess i need to fix that eventually, but LIKE this for a teeny starter tomorrow

[nudgegun-blog]

❛ i don’t know what i did to make you lot so INTERESTED in me, but i can spot a connection a mile away. the last time i danced this dance some piece of scum has just destroyed my memories. i woke up with a blowtorch in my hand and NOTHING in my head, and all your friends were all over me. so you’ll forgive me if i put two and two together     

                         AND MAKE FIST! ❜

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ORGANIC.

“Oh, yeah? What, uh, usually happens?”

            ❛ USUALLY the explosion is more controlled. . . and ultra magnus DOESN’T find out that waverider’s been dragging people to play again. we, uh, might want to hightail out of here before he arrives, by the way. . . ❜

[brittsmemes]

put a 💋 in my ask if your muse wants to kiss mine

[wordsnquotes]

I try, I do. I try and try.

Richard Siken,“Saying Your Names”  (via dulyappointed)

[nudgegun-blog]

✒︎ ✒︎

ENTIRELY POINTLESS SKIDS FACTS!

1. he actually really likes it when people touch his chassis, both in friendly and romantic gestures. it’s considered an embarrassing secret to him, however, with only getaway and his ex-amica endura knowing.

2. he’s found out the hard way that he has TERRIBLE impulse control.

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✒︎

ENTIRELY POINTLESS SKIDS FACTS!

skids is actually ambidextrous, and can use both hands as efficiently as the other. despite this, he tends to use his left more than his right.

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RIPTIDE.

♆⚓ ||⎡❝not likely.❞ riptide leaned back in his seat and drowned a good half of his own drink. he set it down with a sigh and a heavy CLANK on the table. 

              ❝‘s always gonna wander into something i don’t. BUT––but–––geez, i sound like i’m complaining–––sometimes i’ll make connections LATER. y’know–––like delayed epiphanies. so i don’t really mind.❞⎦

              as someone who was constantly learning, skids was hardly in the position to get where riptide was coming from. SYMPATHIZE, yes, but not to the level that most could. his optics focused on the engex swirling in his glass, leaving a ruddy film as it lapped against the rim.

            ❛ yeah, but you shouldn’t have to feel left out of a conversation, and i should be doing more to accommodate your      well      ❜ a vague gesture was made with his servo, ❛ you? yeah, let’s just go with you. ❜

[timecase-blog]

                the first rule of interstellar travel        NEVER stand next to                 a quantum generator when it’s about to flout the laws of physics.

                             IND. brainstorm, as portrayed by HOUND.

[virus-anomaly]

Send me “✒︎” for a random, dumb, pointless fact about my muse.

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RUNG.

“A little bit of both, actually,” Rung replied, a slight shrug to his shoulder. He kept up with Skids’ casual stride easily enough, having learned long ago how to match pace with larger bots. Strangely enough, he always seemed to have the energy and then some, a little spring in his step even.

“A smaller frame like mine metabolizes differently, so I wouldn’t be surprised if one drink did impair my systems. But no, I’m not very fond of it in the first place either, I…” A thoughtful pause. “Hmm, I think Magnus might be the only other bot on this ship who doesn’t drink, actually…”

             as a theoretician, it was generally in his nature to observe. ideas held no solidity without what one took away from life; the two always went hand in hand. in this case, rung seemed comfortable with himself and his surroundings, if the way he walked gave anything away. which was GOOD      skids didn’t want to feel as if he was pressuring the other into spending time with him outside of the therapy room.

             dermas curled into a grin. ❛ hedonia, remember? magnus was completely overcharged, no thanks to whirl. i’m pretty sure i’ve seen him with a weak energon spritzer, too. though, i don’t picture him downing brawns anytime soon     , ❜ he patted rung’s back in a jovial manner, ❛ or you, for that matter. ❜

[ring-rang-rong-blog]

((@nudgegun - that one time when skids did actually take rung’s model of the lost light and nyoom it around (with a glass of high grade in the other servo)

[nudgegun-blog]

[ that was what i got my inspiration from, actually! you have to love possibly-tipsy skids and his antics (he’s probably trying to recreate the titanic with the poor ship) ]

[nudgegun-blog]

It's an advertising brochure for a vacation destination. It says, "Visit scenic Grindcore! Let your cares melt away."

LET’S FUCK UP SKIDS, MEME EDITION.

            ❛ … ❜

              talk about pressing salt into wounds. a servo promptly scrunches up the brochure  before tossing it away, and skids finds himself wondering the meaning behind the slogan. whether it was a jab about grindcore itself, or there was a deeper meaning; skids was not entirely sure. he tries to push away the nagging GUILT, and heads off in search of rung.

              his next session would have to be earlier than anticipated.

[nudgegun-blog]

Imagine all the people you might have once loved or cared about who are gone now. Those people only lived on in your memories. Now you've forgotten them. And you're the one who pulled the trigger to delete them.

LET’S FUCK UP SKIDS, MEME EDITION.

              time to put on your brave face, skids.

            ❛ it       it was PROTOCOL. a very stupid protocol executed by an equally stupid past me. none of them -if they ever existed- deserved that fate, but it’s too late to fix things. if i remember them, then great; if i don’t… we can only hope their memory lives on in someone better. ❜