#taintedrouge

[wounded-sparrow-blog]

RECoNNECT

It’d been a while since the two last met, their shared moment leaving Star completely enamored and having fallen in love again with Knock Out. He vented softly and he rubbed his neck, just remembering all the shared moments they had made his spark ping in need. He wasn’t sure when he should contact that sports car and if he’d want to meet up with him again. He always had his doubts...

He swallowed thickly and let out a heavy exvent before he moved to crawl out of his berth, pulling his blanket with him and wrapping it up in a small roll and holding it in his arms. He crept out the door and down the halls, being mindful of his pedes on the floor.

As soon as he was clear from the halls, he went to the bridge, looked for the datapad and he soon found it sitting on Ratchet’s workbench. He moved to sit down on the floor, clicking at it to find the messages and picked the frequency he had hidden from everyone.

[Knock Out?] He wrote, [Can we see each other?]  And he sent it. He was a little nervous, but he hoped he would reply with a yes. He didn’t want to sound all clingy and make him sick of him. He hoped he wouldn’t think of him like that...

[more-than-old-friends-blog]

taintedrouge replied to your post: taintedrouge started following you

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FIGHT ME

YOU LITTLE FRAGGER

[more-than-old-friends-blog]

taintedrouge started following you

[more-than-old-friends-blog]

{{ So can I keep your little stow away? I'm quite fond of him.}}

“Little stow awa-”

“Starscream? Who is this?”

[fragmentaryskies-blog]

"You're okay, it was just a bad dream." [RIGHT BACK AT YA.]

[ HUEHUEHUE ]

Waking up to a nightmare was always a shock. At first it took him a moment of fleeting panic to realize he wasn’t in the dream world anymore. Wasn’t where he thought he was just moments ago. Maybe he’d be in a blind panic as he tried to get away from the other.

But the reassuring voice of the crimson grounder would startle him, making him pause in his feeble attempt to escape before breaking down into a sobbing mess. It was always hard on him to wake up alone from these dreams, always leaving him paralyzed in fear or shock. Often moving to self harm to try and see if he really was awake after being killed in the nightmare.

But the touch of the one he adored, he felt protected. At least here, Ebony wouldn’t be able to get him. He still didn’t understand why Ebony tore at him every night and made him bleed.

No matter, he had Knock Out, and he felt as safe as he ever would with him. He made his world a lot brighter when he woke up. Eventually, when he was calmed down, he might have fallen back asleep and purring lightly with a few hiccups.

Yeah, Knock Out made his nightmares a bit more bearable.

[shatterscreen]

"Shame for you~ But I make them look way better~"

It's not hard to make the look work, though. If you could pull off a normally appalling paintjob, I would be impressed.

[shatterscreen]

"Red optics suit you."

I know they do. And that's why I have red optics whenever I get the chance.

I still need my filters back.

[fragmentaryskies-blog]

Ѧ a lost frequency

It had been so long since he last even cast a glimpse at the damaged datapad he had dropped on numerous occasions, he had even forgotten he had that... thing. But what good was it if it was broken, or appeared broken? Knowing him, he didn't want it, but he had a sudden curiosity as to if he could fix it. So he dragged the battered datapad to his lap and started to move and rewire, seeing if he could get it online and any frequency should be able to pick it up, regardless of him in a fortress with no possible way to get through the barrier.

So he'd sneak out of his room and go to the main room, no one was around at this hour, so he was safe. Scooting under the console, he plugged it in and used the mainframe as a wifi, and started to see if he could find a random signal and initiate conversation.

Too bad he couldn't read or write, but the fascinating thing was that it was a speech-to-text application on the device, so he could easily just speak and let it carry wherever it could. But what should he say? He didn't know what to say, but he decided to start out with a simple greeting, no matter how stupid it sounded.

|Come in f-frequency? Come in, hello?|

He was sure he sounded ridiculous. He felt about ready to just set it down and return to his room with no hope in contacting anyone out there. But he'd wait, he'd be patient, staring intently at the screen, waiting for a response.

If there was one.