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indie roleplay blog for Hot Rod from Transformers G1 | mun is over 30 and has no plans to babysit anyone | mun is also too lazy to make a real blog and will be remaining dash only

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uh... bah weep granah weep nini bong?

hey, hi, call me Elsa. this is an independent roleplay blog for Hot Rod/Rodimus Prime from Transformers. kind of continuity soup, but mostly based on the G1 cartoon and movie. posts will be slow and will run the gamut from a couple sentences to a few paragraphs. I will not be constructing an actual blog because I am lazy <3

I'll be Hot Rod or Rodimus Prime depending on the thread. I'll probably default to Hot Rod unless context means Rodimus would make more sense, or we've discussed it in advance.

anyway, memes are great. random asks are great. if you find yourself asking yourself 'am I sure I can interact with this Hot Rod?' then just assume the answer is yes.

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How Tags Work:

Any tags (in parentheses) are OOC commentary from me, the mun

Any tags on a post tagged as OOC, parentheses or no, are OOC commentary from me, the mun (a lot of OOC posts will be JUST tags, honestly)

Any tags on posts otherwise not tagged as OOC, not in parentheses, are nebulously IC commentary from the peanut gallery that is Hot Rod

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[alpha113nredshirteradicon]

"Here, let me help you preen." (*insert shameless excuse to pet Allen's wings here*)

Allen chirped, a similar sound to a cat-atcivation sound. Hot Rod wanted to preen his wings? Did he know how?

"I was gonna say that I don't imagine you'd have much experience in the matter because there aren't a lot of seekers on the Autobot team, but I imagine there are a couple. Have you preened wings before?" not that he'd mind being Hot Rod's first.

"I suppose if not, it would be a fun skill to learn, and then you could preen the fliers on your side. So long as they don't go questioning where you got the skill~"

Allen takes a seat and flicks his wings. "I trust your touch, Roddy. You do have the touch, after all" he laughed at his own silly joke.

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He lets out a hearty laugh at the falcon comment. So true. Decepticons were known to be pointy, Autobots? Not so much.

Hadn't Hot Rod called him a pointy mech once? Or one of his team members? Allen was a very pointy, pokey mech. They wouldn't be wrong for nicknaming him something along the lines of that.

Allen's attention was drawn by Hot Rod's wiggling digits in his peripheral vision. He smiled and grabbed Hot Rod's hand and kissed it, then released it. He was humming happily to himself for doing that deed.

"You might actually have to use some tools. I'm sure there are some larger seams you can fit your digits into, but for finer work. I dunno, ya got a knife or something?" a box cutter of sorts? A knife couldn't be any sharper than Starscream's freshly filed digits. And sometimes super fine, sharp digits felt good, if one didn't dig in and prick and pull metal. He's experienced that from some of his clone brothers. The ones who were new to preening. That never really felt great.

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Hot Rod huffs out a quiet laugh, followed by an amused, "Sap," as Allen kisses his hand. Even so, he presses a quick kiss to the side of Allen's helm before leaning out of range again.

A knife he can do. He pulls one from his subspace. It's just a standard issue combat knife; he's had and either lost or broken at least half a dozen before this one just in the time he's been on Earth. He flips the blade open before holding that out beside Allen's face for a second, in much the same way he'd brandished his hand, just to verify that it does, in fact, fit the criteria of 'a knife.'

"Like this?" he asks, pressing the tip of the blade to the seam he'd been tracing a moment ago and dragging the blade along it. Most likely not with enough pressure to really be effective. He is poking his boyfriend--his boyfriend's WING, specifically--with a combat knife. Sue him if he's a little overly cautious about it at first.

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LET THE FISH WHO THINKS HE KNOWS NO FEAR LOOK WELL UPON MY FACE

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Ask:

"Multiple years of my life, practically a joke!" ~ Starscream | @digitaloptiics

Crash the hell out sentence starters | Still accepting

Hot Rod's face scrunches slightly, his expression an odd mix of confusion, skepticism, and something verging on discomfort. It's a 'oh Primus I am not the right mech to be having this conversation' sort of discomfort. Where's Optimus when you need him?

"If that's how you wanna look at it, hey, that's your choice," he replies, shrugging one shoulder. "But, I mean. You're only here," he gestures to the space between them loosely with one hand, as if the gesture could encompass all of the... everything that had taken place, "because of the slag you learned and did during 'multiple years of your life.'" There's a beat. "And because you wanna kill Megatron." He offers a slightly more flippant shrug. "'sides, no one's laughing."

[rpdepartment]

SHIPPING QUESTIONS FOR THE MUN - NSFW EDITION!

[ SFW version here! ]

what’s the best thing about writing smut for you?

what’s the worst thing about writing smut for you?

do you have a pet peeve when it comes to anything regarding smut?

do you write smut only with your muse’s partners, or are you okay with one night stands?

do you prefer for things to get in details, or do you prefer to “fade to black”?

are there some kinks you tend to give to most of your muses?

did you ever play a quickie?

did you ever write a particularly kinky thread?

did you ever write something fetish-related?

did you ever write a threesome?

did you ever write boring sex?

did you ever write about public sex?

would you rather write smut only with mutuals, or are you open for everyone?

do you prefer to write dominant or submissive muses?

would you consider your muse dominant or submissive?

did you ever write about your muse masturbating?

is there a particular NSFW scenario you wanted to play, but couldn’t yet?

what’s something that immediately turns you off from writing smut with someone?

is there any kink/fetish you will likely never play? 

have you ever been pushed to write smut?

did you ever play a hatefuck?

do you prefer a “no plot, just sex” kind of thread when it comes to NSFW?

is there any “unconventional” kink you play, or you would like to?

do you have a favorite memory when it comes to rping smut?

do you have a least favorite memory when it comes to rping smut?

do you think it’s better to focus NSFW threads only during certain days, like sunday?

what’s the first NSFW thread you played?

is your muse someone who like to initiate? are they a tease? would they rather wait for their partner?

how would your muse react to someone teasing them?

is your muse a virgin?

how does your muse handle bad sex?

random!!!

[cakeinpants]

Commission for @alpha113nredshirteradicon

Thank you for commissioning!

Inspiration for the pose taken from this artwork by @ditzy-drawz

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Ask:

💋 (gotta show the dubiously legal spouse some affection) | @universal-huntsman

everyone sending ‘💋’ in my inbox gets a kiss from my muse. | Still accepting

It seems a little backwards, considering usually it's Sweepy springing himself upon Rodimus, while the Prime just sort of gamely going along with it.

But Rodimus is definitely behind on recharge, he's midway through five vaguely diplomatic tasks that he's been playing Hot Potato with Magnus over, and Sweepy is the least demanding part of his day so far. His expression actually brightens a bit when he spots Sweepy.

He cups Sweepy's face, leans down, and kisses him, more than just a peck but nothing too extreme.

Aaand, then he's on the move again, offering a distracted, "Hi. Okay, bye," as he goes. Break time's over, duty calls again.

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Ask:

roddy deffo seems to like allen's spike, but what about him? what's he packing down there? does this count as a lore-based question? | Anonymous

lore and or muse-related questions in your inbox! | Still accepting

anything can count as a lore-based question, if you're willing to throw the dictionary hard enough

and Roddy's spike is basically right smack in the middle of the 'perfectly average size for his frame' range. (however I will, once more, remind you all: wook at him. he's widdle.)

it's mostly the same color gray as his hands and face, with dark pink ridges along the top and bottom. not, like, violent pokey ridges. they're mostly flat, kinda overlapping like the scales on a snake's belly. he comes ribbed for your pleasure.

[alpha113nredshirteradicon]

Allen's spike was throbbing, and his valve was leaking. He was touching the bot his spark pined for. He had the beautiful Autobot's valve in his grasp. It tickled him to know that he got this little Autobot to fall in love with him. And he was just butterflies because he loved Hot Rod with all his spark.

So, the speedster wanted to speed things along? He wanted his spike so bad? There was the size difference he had to worry about. If Roddy was ready enough, Allen's spike could slip right inside. Maybe he'd give his little mech a test.

He smirked as his two digits that were rubbing Hot Rod's exterior node slipped deeper between his folds and pierced into Hot Rod's valve. They made the plunge. Oh, Hot Rod was definitely wet enough for him. He purred to know it.

The Eradicon pumped his digits in and out of him, slowly but deeply. He just wanted to make Hot Rod squirm into his touch. He wouldn't torture his love for very long, though, because he was too eager to fit that valve onto his spike.

He pludged his digits in deep once more, watching his lover melt into him, before slowly removing them. He took a glance at his wet digits and rubbed them together. They were oil slick. He then rubbed the fluids on his spike, wetting himself more with a moan.

Allen lifted Hot Rod from under his arms, encouraging him to move into a sitting manner as Allen hovered the mech's valve over his firm spike. He then slowly set the mech's valve over his spike. The head of his spike slowly pushed its way into Hot Rod's valve.

The Eradicon moaned loudly with a gasp. His frame shivering and his spike nearly busting already just from the sheer excitement, but he refrained.

Slowly, slowly, he finally fit Hot Rod's tight valve over his spike completely, feeling the slight air suction pop as his head entered the valve, and then he felt himself ease the rest of the way in.

Once he was fully inside Hot Rod, he peered at his lover's face. His own face plate was burning, and his fans were on high. His intake was open loosely with the look of ecstasy on his face. He could drool in the moment. He was ready to rock the speedster's world.

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Oh, okay, ask and ye shall receive, apparently. Allen's digits sink into Hot Rod's valve, and for a second he has to stop himself from squeezing his thighs together, trapping Allen's servo there. His servos tighten around Allen's waist, digits pressing into the seams between plating. He sighs out a breathy, not entirely intentional, "Yeeesss, thank you," as Allen's digits sink in deeper.

While Hot Rod will not admit to whining, that's really the only way to describe the noise he makes when Allen pulls his digits out. However--

A quiet, startled noise follows, caught somewhere between a gasp and a digital chirp, when Allen lifts him, and his spoiler wings hike up higher. It only takes a second to catch up to what Allen's after, though, and Hot Rod hitches his legs up long enough that he can straddle Allen's lap, knees on either side of Allen's hips.

His spoiler is beginning to dip back to its usual placement--only to hike right back up as the head of Allen's spike presses to his valve, and his next ex-vent shudders as it comes out. He surges forward with renewed urgency, cupping Allen's face in both hands and kissing him, rushed and messy. His vents open wider and his fans speed up a couple of notches.

The kiss parts every so often with a gasp or a moan as Allen steadily lowers Hot Rod onto his spike, but only for a moment each time, as Hot Rod is always quick to lean back in, insistent and needy, nipping lightly at Allen's lip every so often.

It seems to take forever, but then the head of Allen's spike meets Hot Rod's ceiling node, and the kiss breaks as he makes a little punched out gasping noise, save for a strand of oral solvent stretching between their mouths for a second before it snaps. Hot Rod is sitting on Allen's lap at this point, Allen's spike fully sheathed, and Hot Rod shifts carefully, grinding down against Allen's lap almost experimentally.

His calipers squeeze, and Allen's spike presses against what feels like every internal node Hot Rod has, and a quiet, "oooh fuck," slips out. He shudders, the tips of his spoiler hiking up high and taut again, trembling slightly. His engine revs without him even meaning to and his fans roar, and he clutches at Allen's shoulders because he's pretty sure every strut in his frame might spontaneously turn into molten slag if he doesn't have something to hold onto, and he can't let that happen or he would miss the best part.

"I'm not gonna break, Al," he points out after a moment, equal parts challenge and reassurance. He grinds down against Allen's lap again, as if to drive his point among other things home.

[skepsys]

agh…. i love em….  😔

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"Slag no, if a Decepticon points a gun at you, fight back! Only exception would be one of the other Vehicons, or like, Megatron or something. If you point a gun back at him, his fusion cannon will..." he looks off into the distance with a blank look on his face. No. He wouldn't let it come to that. He didn't want his Megatron anywhere near someone who was once a Prime. Primes seemed to trigger Megatron's wrath.

If Hot Rod was anything like Smokescreen, though, he knew he'd be safe... fairly. Of course, he'd give slag to the commanders, but Hot Rod probably knew how to get himself out of a situation like that.

But none of that was going to happen! This was going to be a fun and safe field trip! He was going to show Hot Rod the future! His present. Maybe they could park somewhere and watch some vehicles drive by and point out the cool-looking ones. Maybe he could find some race and get Hot Rod involved. He'd love to see him win! A drive-in theater date sounded nice... he hadn't thought it all out at the moment. He figured they'd enjoy as they went.

He smiles, finally, thinking of the adventure that awaits, and he looks down into the speedster's blue optics. He plants a long kiss on Hot Rod's forehelm and then pulls out his remote bridge.

"You ready?"

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"Pretty sure if we run into Megatron, that means several other things have already gone wrong," Hot Rod observes wryly, because poking fun at the idea is more fun than contemplating what might happen if he was actually staring down Megatron's fusion cannon. And it was more fun than pointing out that Allen had spaced out twice now in the conversation.

Should they have put a bit more planning into the field trip? Probably. But even when Hot Rod had been Prime, planning hadn't exactly been one of his stronger skills. He'd been more of a 'think on his feet, make changes on the fly, look at Magnus and ask what's on the docket' sort of Prime.

It would be fiiiiiine. It would probably just be a brief field trip, just for this first attempt.

"Ready," Hot Rod confirms, smiling up at Allen. For the moment, he makes no efforts to actually separate himself from Allen. "Do I need to do anything, or do you just hit a button and then poof?"

[rpdepartment]

SHIPPING QUESTIONS FOR THE MUN - NSFW EDITION!

[ SFW version here! ]

what’s the best thing about writing smut for you?

what’s the worst thing about writing smut for you?

do you have a pet peeve when it comes to anything regarding smut?

do you write smut only with your muse’s partners, or are you okay with one night stands?

do you prefer for things to get in details, or do you prefer to “fade to black”?

are there some kinks you tend to give to most of your muses?

did you ever play a quickie?

did you ever write a particularly kinky thread?

did you ever write something fetish-related?

did you ever write a threesome?

did you ever write boring sex?

did you ever write about public sex?

would you rather write smut only with mutuals, or are you open for everyone?

do you prefer to write dominant or submissive muses?

would you consider your muse dominant or submissive?

did you ever write about your muse masturbating?

is there a particular NSFW scenario you wanted to play, but couldn’t yet?

what’s something that immediately turns you off from writing smut with someone?

is there any kink/fetish you will likely never play? 

have you ever been pushed to write smut?

did you ever play a hatefuck?

do you prefer a “no plot, just sex” kind of thread when it comes to NSFW?

is there any “unconventional” kink you play, or you would like to?

do you have a favorite memory when it comes to rping smut?

do you have a least favorite memory when it comes to rping smut?

do you think it’s better to focus NSFW threads only during certain days, like sunday?

what’s the first NSFW thread you played?

is your muse someone who like to initiate? are they a tease? would they rather wait for their partner?

how would your muse react to someone teasing them?

is your muse a virgin?

how does your muse handle bad sex?

random!!!

[alpha113nredshirteradicon]

Allen let loose a small vent like a breeze as he laughed. Hot Rod was petting his helm? Why did he have to be so cute?

His spark felt so big in his chassis as he held Hot Rod. He loved the attention he got back from the speedster. Sometimes, there didn't need to be words. He was just content loving up his sports car, and he was sure Hot Rod felt the same about loving up his jet.

He turned his helm slightly so he could nuzzle his cheek onto the top of Hot Rod's helm and tightened his hug. He could just squeeze the life out of him! They could be one spark! Internally, he smacks himself for thinking something like that. He could never squeeze Hot Rod to death. He would be miserable without the mech. But being one spark didn't sound like a bad idea. Sometimes he wonders what Hot Rod would think about the things he thought in his processor. Of course, none of it was meant to be harmful. He just loved Roddy too much!

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"What's so funny?" Hot Rod challenges playfully, shoving his helm lightly against Allen's cheek as he does. Though, he winds up laughing himself as Allen squeezes him tighter.

He wants to burrow inside Allen's plating and live there, sometimes. Wrap around his spark chamber like a shield and keep it safe. Is that weird? That's probably weird. He can't really bring himself to feel bad about it, though, considering most of the time he's pretty sure Allen would invite him in anyway.

"Love you," he murmurs, for no real reason other than that he likes saying it, and he squeezes one of Allen's hands. One of them could die any day, and yeah, sure, maybe that's morbid, but at least neither of them will have ever left it unsaid.

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Ask:

He's just gonna snake his arms around Roddy and hug him close from behind and place slow, long kisses on the back of his beautiful helm. | @alpha113nredshirteradicon

Hot Rod's spoiler wings shift to make space, before settling once again. He leans back in Allen's hold, one hand curling around one of Allen's wrists, his optics dimming slightly in contentment.

After a moment, he disrupts the kissing to nuzzle his helm up, under Allen's chin. He reaches up and back with his other hand as he does, cupping the back of Allen's helm. When he lets the kissing resume, his hand stays where it is, gently and sort of absent-mindedly petting Allen's helm.

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What kind of tears are you? x

tagged by: @alpha113nredshirteradicon

tagging: @midnight-influence (dealer's choice), @red-in-revolt (dealer's choice), @fate-called (dealer's choice), annnnnnd, uh.... //throws a dart// you over there

|| I guess it's accurate? but it feels like it's a few steps to the left of true. 'cause yeah, Roddy hides emotional pain like a sick cat, but he does so in a particular way. Roddy's "job," so to speak, isn't just to be okay, his job is to be happy. so unless he really trusts that someone won't be freaked out (or if he's just too tired to put on the act), then Roddy's tears aren't silent so much as they get laughed off. a very 'lol sorry I'm being dumb' sort of thing.

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