#patternedwings

[mightymegatron]

(x)

... I see you are attempting to give Smokescreen a run for his money when it comes to ill-fitting nicknames, Redstrike.

[wily-red-and-galeforce-gold]

"Must you really do this..?"

“No, but I’m gonna?”

[sweet-talkin-gladiator]

☂ : Spread some love: mention someone you’ve met that has influenced you or your writing in a positive way, and explain how.

Munday Stuff

☂ : Spread some love: mention someone you’ve met that has influenced you or your writing in a positive way, and explain how.

Since the last post was kinda rough, I’ll spread love to a bunch of people.

@theheraldofunicron: The mun is always there for me when I need them, and they always cheer me on when I’m feeling like a failure, they’re my best real life friend and I love them so much.

@x-de-con-struct-ed-x: Humors me and my dumb shenanigans far too much. Mags was one of the first people I actually followed, and the second person I built up the courage to talk to. Recently I found our first ever thread and it made me so happy to see it again.

@starsabered: ANOTHER mun that humors me far too much, and puts up with my dumb ideas. But their writing is seriously so good, and I’ve been trying my damnedest to incorporate some of their tricks into my own writing. Also their art is just absolutely wonderful, also their commissions are open 👀.

@ifthearmorfits: Opo is just the sweetest, I enjoy interacting with them and all of their muses so much, it makes my day when I see their posts grace my dash.

@coldbloodedcopter: I always manage to forget to respond to our thread, but we have the longest going thread, and I always enjoy reading the responses. Even though I know next to nothing about Vortex, seeing his shenanigans always brighten my day.

@photobombingcryptid: Meme is the funniest oc that I have ever seen and he’s one of the only characters that has made me actually laugh in real life. The mun’s art is INCREDIBLE, and even though we don’t rp too much seeing the havoc Meme brings to the dash is the best.

@heligooddeals: We’ve only recently started interacting after a long time of me just blankly staring and trying to figure out HOW to approach you. But I really enjoy your writing, and I’m excited to see where our threads lead. 

There are many other mutuals I failed to mention, but that would make this list extremely long. But just know, that if I interact with you, even in the slightest, it means I enjoy /your/ writing, it means I enjoy /you/ as a person. 

It also means I’m stealing writing techniques from you 👀 . 

Even though I consider myself a TERRIBLE writer, I can see that writing with everyone is making me better. I still default back to some of the same sentences over and over, I’m doing my best and you all are teaching me something new, intentionally or not.

Thank you. Thank you for humoring me, thank you for filling my dash with wonderful writing, and thank you for being so kind c:

[red-in-revolt]

[Freyr]

Redstrike meeting Redstrike for the first time be like:

[dubious-signs]

Redstrike for @patternedwings

[princeofdarkmount]

‘however, no matter what road you end up taking, remember to protect the people that are precious to you.’

“…sounds like someone’s speaking from experience.” 

[hislittlelegacy]

The moment the space bridge fired up and whirred with life was the moment Quickshaft plastered himself to the window, cooing in awe and staring at the swirling wall of colors with wonder. He was vaguely aware of his creators sitting off to the side of him on the couch, talking and snickering amongst themselves about whatever it was he was doing that was so funny to them, and had stopped paying attention to them long ago. They never gave him a direct answer about what was so funny so the space bridge held the majority of his attention and would have it for as long as it whirled with life.

He lost his mind though when Crossfire finally went through the portal, plunging the family into the sea of swirling green, white, and blue colors which elicited delighted squeals from the sparkling. Odessyx was a colorful world, full of many colorful mecha, but the rip in space and time was the brightest thing Quickshaft had ever seen before and it blew him away.

Then, as quickly as his visual feeds had been filled with color, Quickshaft was plunged into darkness and he felt lost in the pitch blackness of space until a blue arch crept into his view at the bottom of the window. His optics were immediately drawn to it and he watched as it climbed further up the window, filling it in while it pushed out the void of the universe. It took him a few moments, but as he thought about it he realized what this was and trilled in delight. “EARTH!” He shouted excitedly and his creators giggled.

“Yes.” His carrier confirmed his thoughts and gently tugged Quickshaft over to him, snuggling the youngling in the crook of his arm. “We’re finally here.”

He had been led to believe that Earth was a happy place; a good planet and a good home. But as he sat in his play corner, half listening to his creators argue in the hallway while he idly played with his toys, Quickshaft began to wonder if he had been lied.

Earth seemed like such a good place though. A little quiet, maybe, but full of things like mud and ice, and tons of other things he had yet to discover. How and why a hailing ping from some mech calling himself Optimus Prime could upset his creators so badly to make them argue was beyond him but it never the less sucked. Earth was supposed to be a fun place, not... this.

Being locked in a cuddle because he had misbehaved or rolled under one of his creator’s pedes sucked, but being locked in his carrier’s room because he had to hide from Optimus Prime was the worst. Every little thing he did got him looked at by his carrier and every single time his carrier glanced at him Quickshaft felt like something was wrong, even though his carrier never said anything to him. It made him feel like his was suffocating and when he couldn’t take the tension anymore he cried out.

Naturally this summoned his carrier to him, which only added to the frustration, but Quickshaft couldn’t properly express that because managing words and emotions at the same time was impossible for the youngling. Whatever he had said though (or... didn’t say; he wasn’t sure and couldn’t really remember) prompted his carrier to leave the room in search of a remedy. Quickshaft wasn’t content with being left in the room, however, and got up to give pursuit, ignoring the gentle warnings of Crossfire to stay put.

A strange, bass toned voice brought the youngling’s meager chase to an abrupt end though and Quickshaft stood out in the hallway, frozen with fear but still too curious for his own good as he listened in to pinpoint where the voice was coming from. Before he could find it though the door to the office-living space opened and his sire stepped out with a red and blue mech who stood just a few feet shorter than her. Both of them stopped and looked at him in shock, and while he stared back at them he felt two large hands grab him by the sides and scoop him up off the floor. Crossfire murmured an apology while he cradled Quickshaft in the crook of his avatar’s arm, then hurriedly carried the youngling back into his carrier’s room before either his sire or the mech she was with could comment. Quickshaft didn’t even get the chance to look back on them either as the door to his carrier’s room slammed shut then locked into place, sealing him in with the avatar that gently set him down before disappearing.

“I hate this.” He complained softly and glared at the floor, wishing everything would just be over already.

[weaimtomaim]

🌻 a worried text

Texting Starters

[Text:O] Redstrike. I’ve been informed you’ve changed locations recently.[Text:O] What is your status?