#a-sky-in-space

[autobotexile-blog]

Vosnian Masquerade-Night 1

Tagging the other members in my group: @fallendecepticonheir @thankorblamemelater @a-sky-in-space @autobotsaboteur

Star Chaser glanced about bustling room full of bots. Even though the war was over and their world was slowly returning to normal, Star still felt out of place among the vast group of Cybertronians. Skirting to the side of the room she took her place by the wall and watched the festivities from a distance...

[bulkforbrains-blog]

📋 (Sorry in advance if I'm not supposed to be doing this)

“The humans ‘captcha’ box’s are not meant to, um, “discriminate” against bots and it’s totally fine to check ‘em. Complainin’ to the human authorities isn’t necessary, so, uh. Don’t do that.”

[cybertronsiren]

“Oh, I am so sorry! I didn’t break it, did I?” he asked as he quickly pulled himself off the ground to check on the seeker he’d bumped into

[ring-rang-rong-blog]

💝 💓 *hides*

Send some hearts to tell my muse how yours feels about them.💝: Looks up to them as a role model. 💓: Is intimidated by them, but wants to be friends with them.

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[a-sky-in-space-blog]

Crashed (Open starter)

  “Why can’t I just get fuel I need to survive without the threat of dying!?” The seeker groaned as he dragged himself forward. He had a large gash in his left thigh and a deep cut in his right wing. He was amazed that he even got away from the mech that attacked him. Though Skywarp had the size advantage and the advantage of flight, the autobot was the one with a better weapon.......and a damned good throwing arm. He had expected the other to come and finish the job by now, but maybe he went to get backup. Or he forgot about him. Or, maybe, he thought that leaving him to shrivel up and die starving in the middle of nowhere would make him easier to take back. Or-

  Sky’s paranoid thoughts were interrupted as he turned his attention to a figure in the distance. Could it be Someone who would help him? Though his logic sensors and self-preservation programming told him no, he was desperate and didn’t want to die alone, so he called out. “H-hey! You over there! P-please help! I-I’m injured!”