#sunstreakers-oblation

[sashayingvaguelydownwards-blog]

Hey, Screechy.

« 🎻 » ||  “Don’t call me that.”

[thunderflcwer-moved]

“Real smooth, tripping over air," of course, no one [human] was there to see Bri trip. Outside of a brightly colored sports car parked on the side of the road.

@sunstreakers-oblation

              Annoyance written all over the brunette’s face, she sat up on              her knees to pick up her fallen groceries. She had heard that               nasty remark and she wasn’t going to let it go unnoticed. No              way. “Wow. Real smooth, helping a fallen lady up off the-” Bri              paused, her eyes met with nobody around. Except some car.

        “Are you kiddin’ me?” She muttered. She had an idea         but,... she wasn’t sure if this were the case. Surely,...

[autobot-scout-riella]

[gentle pain starters] “Shut up. I'll be fine, I'm kinda sick of you poking and prodding me, so just... just focus on yourself..”

Gentle Pain Starters

“Oh, what, you’re telling someone else not to focus on you? That’s new.” Riella rolled her optics, winced, and shifted into a more comfortable crouch. “Out of the two of us, only one has the mass to get us out of this, and it’s sure as hell not me, so in this case, I think I’m gonna poke and prod until I’m sure you’re not dying.”

[autobot-scout-riella]

✔ Is it better to be in the right or do the right thing?

Is it Better to…

“It’s better to do the right thing. It hurts more, because when people think you’re wrong they take it out on you. But you have to do the right thing.”

[autobot-scout-riella]

♢: a push from behind (because we all know and love Sunny's attitude)

send a symbol to give my muse…

“Watch it!” Riella made no pretense of hiding her annoyance, pivoting on a heel, pulling herself up to her full (insignificant) height, and glaring at the responsible party. “Do you mind?”

In theory, she knew that was probably going to get her in trouble again. In practice, she couldn’t care less.

[autobot-scout-riella]

slurred words

Send “slurred words” to hear my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk.

“Sunstreaker? You’re gonna make me talk about--fine. Fine. Mech’s an arrogant, vain, borderline-narcissistic aft who thinks he’s Primus’ gift to the army, an’ the worst part is he’s half right. Primus-damned frontliners. Can’t live with ‘em, and we’d be scrapped without ‘em. And on top of that Command likes ‘em, or at least tolerates enough to--frag it, I need another drink.”

“...Mech’s pretty, though, I’ll give him that. I mean, priorities, and that yellow’s practically asking to get shot in the chest, but it’s not bad looking or anything.”

[protectobotmedic]

Tick Tock

Send “Tick Tock” for a random thought without context that my character has during a day.

I wonder what I’d look like in another color. 

… Nahhhh I couldn’t change colors.

[imperatoria]

"Prowl..?"

“Yes, Sunstreaker? Did you need something?”