#badspeeder

[getabompaway-blog]

Tour

«Hey, boss? I don't want to bother you, but I just woke up and discovered I don't know where to go get breakfast. Am I gonna get a tour, or a map, or...?»

[verdigrisprowl]

Tagged by: @badspeeder

Rules - Tag 20 followers you would like to get to know better

Nickname:  Puff Gender:  :U????? Star Sign:  Sagittarius Height: 5′6” Sexuality:  Ace/aro Hogwarts House:  Ravenclaw Favorite Animals:   Snakes. Snaeks. Sneks. Noodles. Good wiggly bois. Average Hours Of Sleep:  I've JUST about got myself on 8 hours ±1 hour Dogs or Cats:  Uhhhhh snakes. Dogs? Number of Blankets:  3-ish, more if they're too light Where I Am From:  Texas Dream Trip: Maybe Japan. Disneyland Tokyo? TFNation would be pretty rad too When I Created This Account:  First post was Aug 9, 2015 but the blog was a few days old by then. Why I Created This Account: Combiner Wars pissed me off so bad I immediately dedicated my life to writing a blatantly autistic Prowl who wasn't vilified for seeing the world differently than other people. Also a dozen other reasons Followers:  869 (aka Tarantulas's 2nd favorite number wink wink nudge nudge amirite)

tagging: @theladyofvos @metalallcrgy @boomtanknotboombox @slenderwave @fiirstaiid that's it 5 names are all you get

[cellophanemisery]

       x. ||  @badspeeder​ liked for a starter

     “T...Teacher?”

     A voice seemed to speak out of nowhere, but it came from somewhere, of course. Shock, happiness, maybe a bit of wary disbelief, but...

     It’s been too long. Much too long.

     There was a coughing and sputtering of machinery, a sickly sound that Mirage had grown used to --- and then the spy was visible. Transparent, but visible enough so one could see his wide, bright optics and face-splitting smile.

       “Oh---I’m not dreaming, am I? Is that really, really you---?”

[thatonesakudere]

starter for @badspeeder

Dark, heavy clouds hung over the junkyard making the colour of the sky above undistinguishable from the gravel underneath her feet. Weird as it may have been, such type of weather was her favourite, the danger of rain successfully scaring people from staying outside. Wrapped into abundance of clothing (she wasn’t the best with cold), the scrawny looking girl walked around the junkyard, stopping every so often to pick up any garbage trinket that caught her eye.

Her mildly cheerful attitude did not last long however; over the years she had developed a sort of ‘sixth sense’. If there was anyone around, shivers going down her spine would let her know. Feeling the level of paranoia increasing already, Mephys nervously chewed on her hair - it was a bad habit, certainly an welcomed one as a quiet, irritated grumble drew from her mess of a hair.

“ ₛₜₒₚ dₒᵢₙg ₜₕₐₜ ₛₕᵢₜ.”

“I’m sorry..” she mumbled out an apology. “I j-j-just- I think someone is near---”

[badspeeder]

"It was great having you for dinner."

[crossbust]

Another art trade piece for another friend {{ @badspeeder }}

I hope its alright and spoopy enough!?

[aranea-mechanica]

@badspeeder - cannipal confidantes

«Knock knock, hyeheh. What’re your current coordinates, Blurr my dear?»

[decepticoncoward]

A ping. A note that reads 'Heard it was your activation date. I would send you a gift, but the best gift of all was me letting you live. So, enjoy your activation date, mech. Signed; Captain Blurr.'

Huh. This was… Well, this was strange. How was it that two of the bots who came closest to killing him were the ones sending him spark day wishes?

He sent a ping back, a note that read ‘Tarn’s gift was better.’