Well, I thought it was funny.

I'm Rotorstorm. I'm kind of a big deal. But you probably already knew that, didn't you? You've got Questions? I've got answers, obviously! You have something for me? Is it as cool as me? [IDW Rotorstorm Blog with New Crystal City]

[keizama-deactivated20200710]

Happy birthday Yuu san <3

[titanicdrone]

Fearstorm is torn between anger and deeep discomfort. He’s a very well-made drone in that he is blindly and mindlessly obedient to Megatron, and though he idolizes his leader, he really doesn’t want to think about his valve, or even think about thinking about his valve. He shudders. 

"You care too much about that stuff, slag-for-brains," Fearstorm replies with another explosive snort. “You don’t win wars with valves. You win them by tearing your enemies to pieces," he declares, completely failing to mention anything like strategy, reliable supply lines, force of numbers and other such obviously trivial matters related to war.

"And it doesn’t matter how well you drive if you get snapped in half in the middle of it," Fearstorm replied with a scoff.

[strategician]

"You can win wars with valves and you can start wars with valves. They're incredibly powerful things but, hey, that's not for me to point out I guess. What works for me might not work for you. And, hey, you need a whole lot more than just brute strength to win a war. I mean it helps, sure, but it's zippo without a good strategy behind it. See, that's where I come in. Coupling large amounts of brute strength and strategy are my favorite things to do, honestly." Rotorstorm can't help be interested in Fearstorm. Some of it is just a morbid curiosity, what's it even like to be a drone? How much personality goes into it? 

Some of it--a very large portion of it, mostly--is just being awed that he's looking at a war from the outside. "Look, sure, you're right. It doesn't really matter if you end up dead. But what does matter, I think, is how much fight you put into it before you go. That's how it works, right? People get remembered for slag they did even if they died. And then the whole 'hero' thing happens and it's weird but, hey, that's life I guess." 

[strategician]

Blades?

…which one? If it’s the little cutie one with the orange, no way. I like my mech’s a little more seasoned. 

Now, if it’s that stud of a chopper from down in Kaon? Oh. Oh. Oh, what a babe. What a—I’m getting all electrified just thinking about it. It’s the red and his face and his optics and oh. There’s dreamy and then there’s Blades. Mm, I’ll take one plate of that, if you don’t mind. And a side of totally bomb spike, thanks. 

Fuck. 

[strategician]

Trailbreaker?

Oh, would I definitely. I would have him on his back, on his knees, with his leg over my shoulder, upside down. We’d have grinning sex, laughing sex, frags with tears, frag while singing. I’d get it from the back, from the side, from the front. Hell, he can ride it for all I care. 

I guess what I’m trying to say here is that I’d gladly do that. 

[strategician]

titanicdrone replied to your post: Fearstorm?

Fearstorm gives what he -thinks- is a derisive snort, but is in fact a rather loud sound that is much more reminiscent of a tire blow-out.

Whatever, your loss. I am dynamite in berth. 

[titanicdrone]

"Even if you were a Decepticon and not some Autobot scum, you’re too small," Fearstorm says, shaking his head. Whether he means too small for his own tastes, or too small, physically, or some mixture of the two is uncertain. 

[strategician]

"Autobot scum, as if I have not heard that insult an infinite number of times. You guys need to get snappy, get fresh and creative with it. Like this, watch. Listen, Megatron, you're nothing but a vacuous vacuum valve, seriously. I can hear the echo from between your legs every time you walk." Rotorstorm laughs raucously, shrugging. "Or, you know, at least that's what I'd start with in the event I got to lay some verbal smack down on the mech." 

"As for being small, it's not the size of the craft, it's how you pilot it." 

[strategician]

titanicdrone replied to your post: Fearstorm?

Fearstorm gives what he -thinks- is a derisive snort, but is in fact a rather loud sound that is much more reminiscent of a tire blow-out.

Whatever, your loss. I am dynamite in berth. 

[strategician]

...

[strategician]

Fearstorm?

Eeeeehhhh. Look, there’s enough bravado on my part that I wouldn’t have to deal with someone else adding their own to the mix. But with that said, I’ve always been a sucker for a mech that’s all brawn. Ooh, so hunky! 

So, yeah, I’d hit it. 

[strategician]

shoddypaintwork replied to your post: Ambulon

“If this is an elaborate build up to a pun involving your love of ‘leggy’ mechs, I swear to primus…”

Why swear to Primus when you can swear to me, handsome~? 

[strategician]

Bumblebee!

Awh! Awh. Awh, look at you, look at Bumblebee! Yeah, fuck! 

[strategician]

Hardshell o-)

…oh no no. no no, yes. Oh no, no. Yes, wait no. 

…fuck. 

[strategician]

Knock Out?

As long as a gag is involved, sure why not!

[strategician]

First Aid!

I would be on my back faster than you can say "bizarre medical anomalies." I would climb that like a skyscraper. He can get it. Fuck....I like medics and scientists. Shut up, okay?

[strategician]

Pharma

I would not rich touch that with a ten foot pole. I'm crazy enough, I don't need him getting involved. Flee! Seriously, run far, far away.

[rogue-lord]

Hmhmhm…deal.

[strategician]

Thank you, pookie. And one last thing. 

[rogue-lord]

Anytime, dear. Now, go on….

[strategician]

Mommy sends kisses~ 

[rogue-lord]

…Cute, hmph.

[strategician]

Toodles, Pookie. See you soon.

[rogue-lord]

Hmhmhm…deal.

[strategician]

Thank you, pookie. And one last thing. 

[rogue-lord]

Anytime, dear. Now, go on….

[strategician]

Mommy sends kisses~ 

[strategician]

Tailgate.

...okay, I know a public medium is not the best place for a deep discussion about my hatred for the gilded politics of the golden age so I'll answer your question. Fuck.