#autobotscout

[mightymegatron]

Bee is gonna knock on the door of the old man Megatron. He dares.

The door opens and Megs has gone all out this time. Rent metal replicates his fatal wound, fluorescent paint mimicking his own violet energon a bit too well. The rest of his frame has been darkened. He grins down at Bee, the perfect image of a terrorcon.

He offers the scout candy without saying another word.

[matrixbearer]

💙 Father-Son (Even though that's basically already their relationship)

Send a 💙 and the type of pre-established relationship you’re interested in.

Absolutely and always! We should discuss further details and backstories for them. I absolutely love these two in every way.

[ meme reference ]

[matrixbearer]

☠ I read your rps and I'm always like "they're so good i want to rp with them" and them I'm like "oh wait im terrible"

If you find me to be INTIMIDATING in any way, anonymously send ☠  along with the reasons why.

Oh boy, you have NO idea how thirsty I am for Bumblebee interactions. Optimus’ favorite yellow SON. Never think you’re terrible, or not enough to rp with anyone—including me. Just dive in and hope for the best! If someone rejects you for petty reasons, trust me, you didn’t want them anyway. I’m not going to turn away from you. I’ll be thrilled to interact, Bee!

「 meme reference 」

[alacritysparked]

*sees alternates about to get into a dance contest*

bring it

[cybertrons-virus]

autobotscout started following you

Viral smiled brightly waving gently. "Hello, please call me Viral."

[moralchaos]

Autobotscout Found Chaos!

@autobotscout

The yellow and black mech in front of him looked really familiar but he couldn't put a name to him. The black seeker looked at the other with curiosity, but kept himself on guard just in case, “Apologies, who are you?” he asked, his wings flicking lightly as he held them up.

[therisingdarkness]

Soul

Organic ground and sky and paved road beneath squealing wheels, faith and confidence and foolishness--brimstone and mortar and energon slickened digits, determination and laughter, of all things, and a voice too soft to be heard.

[the-scrappy-stinger]

"Hey what's up me!" Bee walked up to his alternate, wearing a tactician cloak which took him a week to make. "Happy Halloween!"

Happy Halloween, me! Well, maybe it is for you so far. Look! 

(Bee opens a window to pouring rain and a howling wind blowing through all of Detroit. The roads are already a few inches deep in water, and the yard has become a small lake.)