#open rp!

[x-kris-dreemurr-x]

[remember-who-you-ar3]

good god that was a nightmare.

He was rubbing his head, still cranky from his sleep as he stared at the screen. He felt squeamish.

[bumblebee-official]

Bee was sitting on the floor of his room, holding his sparkling by the servos to keep them balanced as they stood. They had their pedes transformed into jets, though they didn't seem functional yet.

They were still too young to transform, so it was likely they wouldn't be able to fly or hover either.

" C'mon, Arien, " Bee mumbled, smiling lightly.

He was incredibly tired, but Arien had gotten up from recharge just kliks ago, so they were wide awake.

" I believe in you, try to activate the jets. "

Did Arien understand him? No, no they did not. That wouldn't stop Bee though, he liked talking.

[timidblues]

* I'm cranky.

...

* I need someone to Blow My Back Out like. Now.

[0f-blessed-death]

Open Starter

(She throws up so that’s mentioned briefly)

It had been a few weeks since what happened between Makaria and Thanatos. Things seemed to be going well for the most part.

That is until today. She’d woken up sometime after Thanatos left for work feeling unnaturally nauseous. Her stomach churned as she got up, quickly rushing to the restroom where she emptied her stomach into the toilet.

Lovely. This was totally how she expected to start her day. She coughed a few more times, flushing the toilet before standing up to retrieve her phone where she began to text you.

‘Hey, I know this is weird but can you pick me up a pregnancy test..?’

She then sent the message, groaning quietly to herself before laying in bed.

(Tags: @the-god-of-death @th3blind-prophet11 @themessangergod @alcoholiccultist ) anyone is free to join however ‼️

[shikaku-the-nara]

“I’ve been left unsupervised and I have successfully made soup. It’s beautiful”

[siriusthenurseryattendantexe]

Hauntings of Memories Past

[Sirius had been feeling… distant the last few days. Not in the physical sense, but with how withdrawn he became during some days. How he almost seemed to dissociate or space out when not engaged for a certain period of time.]

[He got lost in thought often, forgetting what was said to him, or spacing out mid sentence and forgetting what he’d been saying.]

[It never got worse nor did it get better. But it was consistent enough it began to become a worrisome thing.]

~~

[Here the blue bot currently sat, on the bed he’d been given at Titans home. It might as well be his own with how long he’s been intruding.]

[They were curled on their bed, leaned against the wall their furniture was pressed against, tail tucked tightly around their legs; their expression was the default smile of his. His blank eyes staring ahead at nothing with an almost tired look to them.]

[He recalled that day. Despite what he showed to everybody, it affected him horribly. He can sometimes still feel the exposed air on his insides… he still gets phantom pains in the once empty eye socket. They still recall every single bit of agony, still feel it as if it were actively happening to him every time he thought about it or remembered.]

[The fear of never being found. He had been terrified Static wouldn’t care… that she’d shrug and go back to Mal and Solaris. He was terrified Morgan wouldn’t have cared at all… he’d never been too close to the man, yet how he’d cried when they reunited…]

[Sirius couldn’t decipher all the thoughts in their mind, the torture he’d endured made it difficult to decipher anything lately. Sometimes he was back in that decrepit room, strapped to that table. Sometimes he went as far back as that home… those damned tubes.]

[They stared soundlessly, their rusted internals quietly whirring as their mind recalled and recalled memories not meant for the weak. Memories he could still feel like a hot blade on his skin… that patchworked smile seared into his mind.]

Relevant blogs that may benefit from this rp; @static-x3 @titan-star @malwaresilly(?) (I can’t think of anybody else rn)