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A Semi-Selective Independent RP & Ask blog for Starburst, a Predacon OC based on Transformers Prime written by Color!
☾ Start Date: 1/26/2025 ☽
Information regarding Open Starters, Prompt tag, Wishlists & Exclusives/Mains are listed under the Read More!
[ second artwork for another of the results from this is now completed!
I cannot tell you how difficult it was to narrow down who I talk to or write with most often and then further narrow it down to 1 muse per person and even then ten was a lot I am tired DONT TAKE IT PERSONALLY IF YOU WEREN'T INCLUDED
if your guy is here you can reblog this, otherwise please don't, thank you
"Cherry turnover... glazed in honey..." She's drooling. Her tail is wagging. Primus, even to get a glimpse--
send 🔥 + a spicy question for my muse.
this could be a question about their kinks, about fantasies, about preferences etc.
cont // @dragvnsovl
Starburst gives a twitch as her belly is rubbed, bottom jaw shuddering.
"Two servos- more to bite!" She warbles playfully, leaning her long neck forward and giving a gentle 'chomp' onto Rodimus's arm. She's not using her teeth. She's just clamping down. Purring.
"Rub my belly-plating." Starburst is laying on her back, purring and staring expectantly.
"I promise I won't bite you." She says, with intent to bite.
There's a sound of some... munching and crunching, and Starburst is left idly chewing with a fist full of foliage held within her maw. She seems aloof, to put it bluntly, but is enjoying eating the weeds.
Top three bots, paired with a sexual act you'd like to experience with them!
... Well, Starburst was trying to get some rest today. She had been fully content to sunbathe in a grassy field, feeling the comfort of flowers upon her plating. Then this scraplet had to go and ask such an intrusive question- one that immediately got her internal fans running on high.
"What a question," She chittered defensively, in an attempt to keep herself from wheezing at the immediate thoughts that ran through her processor. "But you didn't inflict magic on me, so I'm gonna give you my top four, okay?"
The beast is sopping wet. Not like that, though. she gives her plating a shake- sending a spray of water off her wings. It's left her finish quite shiny, though.
"I see all of those cool videos of humans sitting underneath waterfalls to gain strength and focus-- meditation, I think. However, I only got water in my joints. I am actually less focused now."
💞 + "What's your favorite part of my body?" 💞 + "Want to play never-have-I-ever?"
In the spirit of Sexual Sunday, feel free to send 💞 + any dirty questions you may have for them on anon, and they HAVE to answer honestly!
"I thought I might've evaded this question before by saying 'All of you', but I think I have to answer..." Starburst gave Knock Out an up-and-down look with raised optic ridges, whirring thoughtfully.
"I think it's gotta be your curves. You're nicely shaped. Good for sinking my teeth into." She flashes a toothy grin accompanied by a wagging tail, which falls perfectly in line with her answer to the next question.
"I've never played that game," The Predacon bounced upon her talons, clearly not knowing what she was about to get herself into. "I'll play- it gives me an excuse to spend more time with you."
In the spirit of Sexual Sunday, feel free to send 💞 + any dirty questions you may have for them on anon, and they HAVE to answer honestly!
"I try not to dwell on it but... sometimes if I'm sleeping alone, my thoughts start spinning. I think about the other Predacons." Her warble is a dreary tone, eardials hanging low as she anxiously traces circles into the ground.
"I just... wonder if I was really the best choice. The only one to live, out of them all. What were they like? They were bigger, and better than me. But I lived. I wonder if Primus has a sense of humor showing, there... or perhaps pity."
Knock Out doesn't interrupt while she arranges herself, letting his optics linger as he watches the careful folding of her wings, the hesitation in her claws, the way her tail curls tentatively along his leg as if requesting permission rather than assuming it. When she finally settles in and that deep, resonant purr vibrates through her plating and into his chassis, the corner of his mouth lifts. One arm shifts over one of her limbs in a motion that draws her closer instead of correcting the distance. "Mind?" he echoes softly.
Her nervous apology earns a quiet huff of amusement. "You're a Predacon," he soothes, optics briefly flicking to her folded wings and long frame nestled through the pillows and blankets. "Excess limbs are part of the appeal."
When she nudges her snout against his faceplating, he tilts his helm slightly to meet the gesture, unbothered by the closeness. If anything, he seems to settle into it, letting the steady rumble of her purr become part of the evening's background alongside the projector and distant tide.
At the offer to silence herself, his optical ridge lifts almost immediately. "Absolutely not," he replies, smooth and certain. His gaze shifts briefly back to the screen where Moulin Rouge bursts into color and music, but his attention returns to her just as quickly. "I expect commentary. You went to great lengths for this. I don't want to be deprived of your voice."
Thoughts wandering, his talons trace a slow, idle line along the edge of a folded wing as he studies the soft glow of the necklace around her neck. "Tell me something," he says after a moment, voice curious rather than teasing. "What made you decide I was worth all this trouble?"
Knock Out shifts slightly deeper into the pillows, comfortable with her curled around him now. "And while we're being honest," he continues, glancing down at her with thoughtful interest, "what part of tonight were you most worried about?"
She was doing her absolute best not to just melt at the compliments coming her way, only allowing her bottom jaw to quiver slightly. He liked being tangled up with her many talons and tail and wings. He liked that she was a Predacon. He wanted to hear her talk. Be cool, Starburst.
"Have you seen this movie before?" She slipped in the question before she had a moment to respond to his own queries, and her tail gave a gentle brush against his plating. She was angling the sharpened edges as to not scuff or scratch his finish, too. The sensation was similar to light digits running along his leg. She hoped it wasn't too forward.
"Um," She had to think about these questions carefully, though. Bashful shades of blue bubbled up into the crystal of the necklace, matching her over-all flustered nerves that seemed to harmonize in her EM field. She was used to coiling it inward, but with the current state of things, she let herself try and be more comfortable. Knock Out seemed like he might enjoy it if she was that-- comfortable.
"I don't think you need to be told how pretty that you are," She started, letting her optics pull from the projector and look him up and down- if she caught his gaze, she'd snap it away. "You're confident, and very clever. You've got a kindness hidden under it all, too. I could've just given you a box of treats and some flowers, but I think you deserve more than that."
A smidge of adjusting her servos and front pede placements allowed talons to briefly trace along the necklace- a silent acknowledgement that the gift had also influenced her desire for this date. But she didn't need to state that again. Nerves manifested as dissonant hues peppering throughout the stone.
"...I have a tendency to be too much, or say the wrong thing and stick my pede in my mouth. I'm trying really hard to not do that now. I don't want to screw that up. Words are hard for me." She looked to the screen now, trying to look very invested in the movie. The bright lights reflected in her optics, which were once more aggressively avoiding contact. "I don't know how Predacons court. That part of my history is lost to me, so I'm trying to do things my own way. If it doesn't work for you, that's okay too-- even if tonight is the only good night we get, and we're better as friends..."
She trailed off, letting the tiniest hiss of air escape through gritted teeth, finally allowing herself a chance to look over with furrowed optic ridges.
"I'll just be honored to have your company, however you'll let me." She blinks and turns her helm shyly. "I hope that... um.. is a good answer."
@stellarcuriosity
Sometimes, when Ratchet looks at her, he still sees the scared little Predacon that was brought to him. Perfectly normal of a parent who has watched their baby grow, he thinks.
Today, however, he realizes it isn't just him. She is actually small again, and he is soon kneeling to be closer to her.
"Starburst?"
Well, she was trying to figure out better means of communication before she brought this up to her dad, but it seems that he had found her first.
Jumping up from her spot on the floor while she had been exploring, the tiny Predacon spins on a pede, approaching Ratchet with her head ducked low. Her optic were wide and focused.
"Rarrrcher." She managed- saying 'Dad' was hard, but mixing growls and chirps was easy enough. She leaned close to bump her snout against her Dad, purring. Her field fizzles outward- smaller than she was as an adult, but definitely more practiced than it had been when he had first discovered her as a tiny specimen. 'Hi. Okay.' It seems to say.
Patting the baby. She has escaped St Patricks day, but he's still giving her a clover air freshener.
She was briefly roused by her slumber due to a familiar scent accompanied by a foreign one. The air-freshener earned a small bout of sniffing... which, of course, resulted in a sneeze that sprayed petals and blades of grass about. She does try her best to get the air-freshener hung around the tip of her horn, if she can manage with her stubby little talons.
The unminstakable click-clacking of claws against the floor drew her attention. She did not expect to find someone quite so small.
The urge to scoop the adorable little Predicon was one that had to be tightly restrained. Instead, she kneels, helm canting as her optics absorb the anomaly before her.
"Hello pretty one. How in Primus' name did you get so tiny?"
Oh dear, the pretty bot has to see her being all baby... with a lack of proper ability to communicate, too.
Front pedes gave a light tap-tapping upon the floor as she stared up at Naja with a bit of an embarrassed expression. She clicked and chittered, trying to best try to explain. The word 'Magic' was a hard one to portray- with syllables that her under-developed vocal processor found difficult to manage.
"M'rrrgrrck." This would have to do.
Because she is a smart and clever beast (even though she has been temporarily magic'd into a baby, she still remembers the human holiday!), Starburst has evaded the great pinching by finding a flower field to go roll around in- hoping to get clovers stuck within her plating.
... Of course, being in a nice and sunny field, surrounded by soft grass and cozy clovers, she has dozed off. But she's got a few ferns tucked between metal segments.
