Oi, get oop ya lazeh-aft

Skyflash is a Seeker currently stationed on Earth. While her official classification is that of a scout, she helps the scientific Seeker, "Lockout," and his lab partner, "Virus," work on space/ground bridges. ((Independent OC RP blog - I do my best to type up a Scottish accent; don't like, don't follow. NOTE: This OC looks very much like a mech and does her best to pass as one.))

[hotter-than-jack]

OFFICIAL HIATUS NOTICE and random headcanon

There’s a long-winded rant behind my reasonings, but the two short explanations are that I A) lost my muse and B) don’t like being ignored/bumped to lowest priority by most of the blogs I interact [there’s a special few that I don’t, but I can’t right now because of reason A]

So both Vince and Skyflash are on official indefinite hiatus. My queue will continue to spit out some of the stuff I put in it.

I am currently on TFA Cliffjumper and will remain using him, also indefinitely. *shrugs* I like being able to count on people to reply to me in a reliable manner or at least let me know why they need to take more time.

*waves to the nice people who followed while the Mun was away* I just hit 100 followers. o3o Will do a mass greet in a moment.

Also, one of Cliffjumper’s followers reblogged a Prometheus Black(Meltdown) picture. Since TFA is 50 years [more like 45 now] in the future, it makes sense that Prometheus’ dad was a kid. I highly doubt it’s Jack, Raf, or Miko. Gotta be Vince. Which does lend some reasons why Prometheus hates machines so much.

[scottishseeker-blog]

Reblogging from alt.

[justamessanger]

{ooc}

ANOTHER BIRD. RAN INTO. THE FRAGGING. WINDOW AGAIN.

Just.. Can you not see there is A SOLID OBJECT there?! YES I KNOW THE SPIDERS ARE TASTY. BUT RAMMING YOURSELF INTO THE WINDOW IS NOT THE ANSWER BIRD.

GO HOME. YOU ARE DRUNK.

[scottishseeker-blog]

((Easy solution: make some cutouts of predator birds and stick them over the window. Problem solved if you don't want to close the blinds.

And the reason they collide is because they see the sky reflected.))

[hotcoldandcrazy]

scottishseeker said: ((the doodle?))

Which one?

[scottishseeker-blog]

((“Hey I’m just saying unless you give me a solid idea I’ll keep doodling stupid shit It’s all your fault. No pressure.”

The recent uninspired doodle?))

[hotcoldandcrazy]

Oh, the ‘get the fuck out of my apartment’ one?

See, I have this silly headcanon that Human!Blitz lives with me. Because of this many ridiculous scenarios ensue. That doodle particularly showcases that Blitzwing  has recently developed a liking for cigarettes, but a) he doesn’t know any better and b) he’s an asshole so he smokes inside. The smoke makes me sick so I’m yelling at him and like the passive-aggressive shit he is he jabs about my height. 

In short, I’m crazy and I imagine a dysfunctional fictional humanized robot prancing around my apartment hanging out with me and pretending we’re friends while picking on me constantly.

:|  

[scottishseeker-blog]

(( |D 'Scuse me while I die laughing. I never imagined that with my muses because they either don't care about me, actively hate me, or, in Vince's case, wouldn't leave me alone.))

[hotcoldandcrazy]

scottishseeker said: ((the doodle?))

Which one?

[scottishseeker-blog]

(("Hey I’m just saying unless you give me a solid idea I’ll keep doodling stupid shit It’s all your fault. No pressure."

The recent uninspired doodle?))

[shockwave-prime-deactivated2015]

Shockwave on Sexual Sunday

[scottishseeker-blog]

#Those boxes hold science #not pizza

((Yes. GladOS killed them all as a present. Are you happy?))

[welcometo-themadhouse-deactivat]

Even if it may seem I only rp with a few certain people

[justamessanger]

I am always open to rp with anyone else. Don’t be afraid to come ask me, or just jump into one of my open posts.

THIS INCLUDES ALL OF MY BLOGS.

[scottishseeker-blog]

((I keep saying it, but I'm willing to RP with anyone as long as you don't demand smut from me. Let that happen once and it's still haunting me.))

[toki-no-eiyuu]

Did anyone ever notice how the elf Sandy just dropped on the floor is still trying to lick eggnog from the cup??

[scottishseeker-blog]

((Just saw the movie, and I didn't notice that. o3o ))

[scottishseeker-blog]

((*sighs* No motivation for the character again. I'll try hopping over to Vince and hope I can get more involved.))

[metaltothepedal-deactivated2014]

((Just got the news my sister got engaged.

LIFE HAPPENED.))

[scottishseeker-blog]

((Congrats, Dash!))

[scottishseeker-blog]

“Breakpoint,” she replied, lip-components thin. Primus knew she was not fond of the mech her mate had been assigned to repair. Flicking her wings back, Skyflash glanced pointedly as his torso patch. “Are yeh even sappoosed ta be opp ‘n aroond?” Interrogators. Them and scientists chilled her circuits; one excelled in ferreting out secrets, the other in installing secret inventions.

[the-breakingpoint-blog]

At the comment, the interrogator glanced down as well, huffing. “Most likely not,” he answered, his shoulder dipping slightly in a vague shrug. He didn’t care much for his injuries, it took the time it took but if he just stayed put he was sure his processor would deactivate before he could heal. “I won’t tell Lockout if you won’t,” he chuckled, a digit moved over his lips in a shushing movement before he just grinned. “So where did you just come from, flier?”

[scottishseeker-blog]

‘Likely not’. Wings flicked as she ex-vented, reminding herself that this mech really wasn’t her responsibility…but then again, Lockout was sure to fuss if this meant more work for him…it would be worth it. Lazy fragger didn’t do nearly enough around the base. Suddenly remembering the high-grade she was carrying, the Seeker held out a cube. “Yeh int’rested in a li’l wager? Yeh win, Ay dinna tell ‘im. Yeh looose, an’ Ay goo straight ta Lockoot.”

[the-breakingpoint-blog]

“A wager, hm?” he said, clearly interested. After all, his team as being the patient was very, very dull. Surely something with the femme - which still amused him how unfemme she looked - seeker could keep him occupied for a while. “I don’t really care much about Lockout, but what can you propose, dear seeker?” he smiled.

[scottishseeker-blog]

What the frag did it matter the wager, so long as she got to drink yet another mech under the table? One thing she would not wager, however, was anything involving his berth or hers. Skyflash had standards to uphold, after all. Faint ones that she tended to break, but still. They existed. And grounders were so far off her radar, especially this bizarre mech with the obnoxious yellow stripes. "What're yeh oofferin'?" Not like he had much, being confined as a recuperating patient.

[scottishseeker-blog]

((Bored so I'm working on a Secret Santa fic.

http://piratepad.net/8ZxxfokWPM ))

[scottishseeker-blog]

After waiting awhile, Skyflash ex-vented and packed up the cubes and headed back to base. Maybe she could interest one of the off-duty ‘Cons in a little drinking game. Wasn’t safe out here, anyways.

[the-breakingpoint-blog]

While he might be bored, scavenging over the neutral comm. lines wasn’t something Breakpoint wasted his time with. There simply was no reason to when he couldn’t go out and mess around, both because he was still in recovery and because he didn’t want the truth of his rumored death to be revealed. Where would the fun be in that? So the interrogator didn’t know about the flier’s little trip until he spotted her in the hallway walking from the entrance of the little outpost. He had been heading for the wash racks himself, not because he was dirty but because he had nothing better to do. The recovery process was slow and even now he got a few warnings from his system at the movement. “Skyflash,” he greeted with a smirk to the seeker and a mocking lazy salute.

[scottishseeker-blog]

“Breakpoint,” she replied, lip-components thin. Primus knew she was not fond of the mech her mate had been assigned to repair. Flicking her wings back, Skyflash glanced pointedly as his torso patch. “Are yeh even sappoosed ta be opp ‘n aroond?” Interrogators. Them and scientists chilled her circuits; one excelled in ferreting out secrets, the other in installing secret inventions.

[the-breakingpoint-blog]

At the comment, the interrogator glanced down as well, huffing. “Most likely not,” he answered, his shoulder dipping slightly in a vague shrug. He didn’t care much for his injuries, it took the time it took but if he just stayed put he was sure his processor would deactivate before he could heal. “I won’t tell Lockout if you won’t,” he chuckled, a digit moved over his lips in a shushing movement before he just grinned. “So where did you just come from, flier?”

[scottishseeker-blog]

'Likely not'. Wings flicked as she ex-vented, reminding herself that this mech really wasn't her responsibility...but then again, Lockout was sure to fuss if this meant more work for him...it would be worth it. Lazy fragger didn't do nearly enough around the base. Suddenly remembering the high-grade she was carrying, the Seeker held out a cube. "Yeh int'rested in a li'l wager? Yeh win, Ay dinna tell 'im. Yeh looose, an' Ay goo straight ta Lockoot."

[scottishseeker-blog]

After waiting awhile, Skyflash ex-vented and packed up the cubes and headed back to base. Maybe she could interest one of the off-duty ‘Cons in a little drinking game. Wasn’t safe out here, anyways.

[the-breakingpoint-blog]

While he might be bored, scavenging over the neutral comm. lines wasn’t something Breakpoint wasted his time with. There simply was no reason to when he couldn’t go out and mess around, both because he was still in recovery and because he didn’t want the truth of his rumored death to be revealed. Where would the fun be in that? So the interrogator didn’t know about the flier’s little trip until he spotted her in the hallway walking from the entrance of the little outpost. He had been heading for the wash racks himself, not because he was dirty but because he had nothing better to do. The recovery process was slow and even now he got a few warnings from his system at the movement. “Skyflash,” he greeted with a smirk to the seeker and a mocking lazy salute.

[scottishseeker-blog]

"Breakpoint," she replied, lip-components thin. Primus knew she was not fond of the mech her mate had been assigned to repair. Flicking her wings back, Skyflash glanced pointedly as his torso patch. "Are yeh even sappoosed ta be opp 'n aroond?" Interrogators. Them and scientists chilled her circuits; one excelled in ferreting out secrets, the other in installing secret inventions.

[scottishseeker-blog]

((And now I find out that the Kre-O Starscream I ordered is being withheld because it's "for Christmas". e3e I paid for that entirely with my money, I'm the one who found it, and I've been reminding my parents of it [used their eBay account to bid]...but apparently it doesn't count as mine. I just knew they were going to try and pass it off as something they'd bought me.))

[scottishseeker-blog]

((Okay, so...no one's interested?))

[scottishseeker-blog]

After waiting awhile, Skyflash ex-vented and packed up the cubes and headed back to base. Maybe she could interest one of the off-duty 'Cons in a little drinking game. Wasn't safe out here, anyways.

[scottishseeker-blog]

Drink With Me - Open RP

Safely back in her quarters, Skyflash stowed the 'speak to the universe'-grade Astrotrain had given her in her special hiding spot. Subspacing high-grade always tended to dull the flavor, in her experience. But what to do about the rather potent Energon crystals she'd found on her way back to the base? They had the perfect refraction index for high-grade.

A couple megacycles later, she'd collected and processed several dozen cubes of lovely high-grade. Flying them out to some deserted set of coordinates, she broadcasted a neutral invitation over the open communications line. The natural rock formations made for perfect table and seats.

It had been so long since the femme had been in a proper drinking contest. The botched one with Lockout notwithstanding, as he'd cheated.