#redinrevolt

[cybertr0nian]

Spyder stalks up to Rodimus and then holds out a pair of twin minicons. "Okay. You're funeral. They recently got caught having set up a full factory baking floor in our cargo hold. We're trying to clean it up after they used it to make cookies. Which they sold. For actual credits. Also they're grounded. Do NOT let them near any screens and be careful of your snack storage." Spyder informs Rodimus before handing over the twins. He turns to go, then turns back around and gestures at Weaver and then Web in turn. "The one with both of his arms is Weaver, he's deaf and speaks Cybertronian sign language. Web is missing an arm and threw his latest prosthetic into a wood chipper as a prank. I gotta make him a new one. I'll be back for them in about two hours." and then Spyder quickly runs off while the twins give Rodimus two identical and rather wicked grins.

Rodimus stood there awkwardly as the two minicons were placed into his arms "Wha-" so....so much information, what did they mean they got caught having a factory?! What do you mean they sold them for credits??? HOW SMART WERE THEY??? oohhh...this was a bad idea.

They're....grounded? Well something told them keeping them grounded and in one place was going to be difficult....he really messed up.

He watched as they turned to leave, opening his mouth to tell them not to go but nothing came out....and by the time they were done explaining they were gone " Oh....this is bad...." he murmured as he slowly looked down at the minicons.

" Ah so....grounded huh? That sucks...."

Please behave, please behave, pleaaaaase behave.

[bngbby]

@red-in-revolt ( redstrike ) ♡

IT ALMOST FEELS LIKE HOME. it is the closest thing to being at ease he could feel anymore. if he closed his optics, he could almost imagine he was back there. familiar frames bustling about him, fields mingling && bouncing off each other.  the dark room with colorful spotlights circling the dance floor. fake fog making everything look hazy like a dream. the music pumping from the speaker was all wrong though. he could understand it, but it remained as foreign to him as this planet. 

knockout opens his optics with a huff, leaning dramatically against his table. lifting his glass, draining half of it before he's even realized. his gaze sweeps across the dance floor, && as if to further break the illusion he realizes the dj is unfamiliar to him. not that he expected to see her there in the first place... her taste in music was much better than this.

it'd have to do though, he realizes as he spots a frame he does recognize. mingling among the crowd was the only other mech he probably wasn't disgusted to share a paint color with. an easy smile settles onto his faceplate as he decides to down the rest of his drink. leaving it behind at his table. quickly merging into the crowd. careful steps easily moving him closer into his desired direction. optics locked onto his target the whole while. 

❝ oh darling, ❞ he calls out, finally appearing by redstrike's side. knockout leans in close, forgetting any idea of personal space.  ❝ i'm feeling restless, care to dance with me? ❞

[origin-protocol]

"I'm naturally funny because my life is a joke." -from Codeblue to whoever you think would fit best

Prompts from a chaotic muse pinterest board.

His statement caught the attention of a tall, lanky mech— a motorcycle painted in shades of blue and black—who erupted in a bark of laughter; he had been leaning casually against a nearby wall, the vapors curling from his cy-garette creating a hazy halo around him.

With a sly grin, he gave Codeblue a thorough once-over, his bright blue, mismatched optics glinting with amusement. He lifted the cy-garette to his lips, taking a long, deliberate drag, the tip glowing brightly. After savoring the rich, acrid taste, he exhaled slowly, allowing the thick, fragrant vapors to escape through his ventilation system, swirling into the air around him.

"You 'n me both, mech."

[seacrestseacon]

A large order of cupcakes has been left for the squaddies to find. Each one is decorated with candy hearts and a note card has been left in the shape of a snake. Inside the card it reads, "To the hard working Seacons with all my love. -R"

Yeah, that box will not be found by the squaddies. The moment it is sniffed out, a certain fishy fragger is hoisting it and trying to sneak it back to his quarters.

The logic? Squaddies aren't out visiting or being visited by Redstrike. He does all that. Therefore, the crew mention was just to be polite and he's hoarding the lot.

The outcome? Intercepted thanks to a ping to the crew from Echo because he wants what is in the box.

It is eventually shared, once Shellshock stops sitting on Seacrest to ensure everyone gets one (1) cupcake.

[stinglikeame]

red-in-revolt replied to your post:

"Okay but like, how were they wrong?" -Redstrike

They weren't! That's what makes it worse!

[transformiing]

@red-in-revolt

“How curious. Would you consider yourself divine then, Redstrike-san?”

[ask-smokescreen]

@red-in-revolt

"Oh. Nothing you couldn't handle Smokey."

Ohhh, yeah? Now I'm curious what kinda challenge we're talking! 'Cause I can handle a lot, you know that, right?

[photobombingcryptid]

@red-in-revolt liked for a starter!

::Codeblue. ::

Blaze comms the other and clears his throat.

:: How would you feel if I borrowed Gary and painted him. For fun. ::

He sounds a little drunk. A little high.