#ask-smokescreen

[autobotmedic]

[ 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

now I have to tag all of you: @atlas-ordained @stellarcuriosity @wcrkerbee @saviorclaimed @cantbuffthis @convenientkeystorage @anotherhumanpet @bubblegum-n-warpaint @suckmybearings @ask-smokescreen

[helicrazy]

@ask-smokescreen continued from [x]

"The more graphic the better, in my opinion. And no, Primus. Watching a creature tear someone apart is far more exciting than wanting to get fragged by one."

"If you're willing to take that chance with me, then sure. Because what's the worst thing that could happen? You getting scared out of your armor?"

[stellarcuriosity]

M!A: You are a marketable plushie

"Smokescreen, you're talking silly again."

[suckmybearings]

@ask-smokescreen said —

"Hey, Wheeljack, do you have any clue how this mistletoe stuff can be removed? I was trying to get my own off with the phase shifter, and that didn't work, but I was thinking maybe I could remove someone else's?"

Admittedly, Wheeljack had not been keeping a look out of his surroundings. He'd been a lil' distracted, frantically trying to break into his own damn starcruiser—

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"FRAG!"

The explosion of his vocals echoed off the the military hangar's walls, almost drowning out the young mech's question.

Spark jolting in its enclosure, Wheeljack swiftly turned around and watched, optics widening, as Smokescreen approached him from across the hangar.

The sight of the other mech's own holographic mistletoe was enough to feel like a Harbinger of Unicron was comin' straight for him.

"Goddamnit, kid!" he barked, attempting to back away; however, the second that his ped landed a single step backward, something reacted.

As if he'd activated a trigger plate in the flooring, he felt something envelop his entire frame—an uncomfortably foreign sensation of being pushed from behind, as well as pulled toward Smokescreen.

The compulsion had been too off-putting, too instantaneous that the ivory-white Lancia had been 'ushered' across the distance before he could properly react. Now they were only an arm's length from one another.

From beneath his helmcrest, a single bright blue optic glared angrily up at Smokescreen.

".. You enjoy bein' this dumb? Or is it just somethin' you got no control over?"

[the-scrappy-stinger]

@ask-smokescreen replied to your post “wha”:

Ooooh, casino...

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Smokey name this Surskit for me!!!

[kaoniitegladiator]

You are not having his eyebrows.

[lemonspens]

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[relentlesshorizon]

@ask-smokescreen replied:

"Ppfff! Well, sure, I'd love to, if you're down!" though, he will try to grab Cirrus' mistletoe with the phase shifter on, trying to see if he would have any luck removing someone else's mistletoe.

Cirrus watches as Smokescreen grabs at the mistletoe, curious if the results will be any different—though he does not really expect them to be. And sure enough... the green and white sprig reforms within moments after dissolving through Smokescreen's servo.

"Ah... there it is." He blinks at Smokescreen, then, just for fun, tests if he can lean away. A mysterious force manifests within as soon as he does, grasping his whole frame and stopping the movement.

"Woah. That feels weird. Like a new kinda weird. The magnetism thing." It's neat, honestly. He's glad he doesn't actually mind being close to Smokescreen. "You wanna try? See if you can move."