#triggerhappyjerk

[cosmicrepairs-a]

+ triggerhappyjerk

“Soooooo, THIS is the infamous robot boyfriend Des has been telling me about.”

[steelandslobber]

Round two...

triggerhappyjerk

Retuning to the farmhouse where her last confrontation with the Autobots too place Klav was slow to approach, she had spent more then here fair share of time recovering from the bullet wounds inflicted from the green mech known as Crosshairs.  Night had fallen and she was lurking in the shadows trying to decide if a nigh attack would be worth it or just handle scouting until daylight. The second option seemed best, laying down she watched as the mechs interacted with one another and their human counterparts, though one in particular besides Crosshair caught her optic. The Prime was back on Earth his red and blue paintjob a dead giveaway amongst his crew, Master would be thrilled to know. She sent a short comm to his personal line informing him of her discovery. 

The sun was barely rising when she made her move, Crosshair’s was up with Drift doing something looked like a dance or balance tranining. Sliding up behind the mech she was a blurr as she swiped her left ped armored claws leaving four deep gouges in Crosshair’s calfplate.  Darting between the stunned Drift’s leg struts she bolted for the field hoping to gain some distance before the mechs caught onto what has just happened.....

[tailblinking]

Crosshairs may not be the most patient mech under normal circumstances, but when it came to situations like this, one would be amazed at how long he'd bide his time. He'd been waiting for the perfect moment to retaliate, to get back at Jitter for nabbing his goggles, and it appeared that the time was now. The smaller bot was in his sight and as soon as the moment struck, he pulled back on the trigger and released a volley of multi color paintballs.

A rain of color pelts the skittish scout, the colorful spray bursting into a rainbow upon a silver canvas. Jitter rightfully springs a yard into the air like a startled rabbit, pedes kicking out midair. He hits the ground running then, diving for cover lest the volley continues.

It's only when he's behind a crate that he collects himself and sees the color decorating him- and for a sparkbeat he thinks he's bleeding. He's not though, and with a quick realization of that, his annoyance and temper flares.

"W-w-whats's the big idea!?"

[securethevips-blog-blog]

⎡ triggerhappyjerk​ ⎦

【❀】⎡❝you. turn into a car. i need a ride.❞⎦ 

[tailblinking]

[if this isn't too late] Caste, Humans, High grade, Friends

Headcanon Prompt Meme (doing first two only)

Caste: Jitter was created close enough the separation of Velocitron form Cybertron that he didn’t experience much of the in-place function/caste system. What he did witness was so short lived that it did not make a lasting impression in comparision to the chaos that followed the Space Bridge destruction, that he doesn’t dwell on it. He is more familar with the castes and ranks of other species than his own, and views them in varying degrees.

Humans: They’re fragile! But funny and creative! Jitter likes that they have a need for speed, but wishes they were a bit bigger and had an exoskeleton. Then he wouldn’t have to worry as much while drag racing and such.

[stylish-cmo]

triggerhappyjerk replied to your post “how do you say 'get the fuck out of the way' in chinese?”

"Ugh... I'm to sober to try mimickin' that shit."

"You'd think you'd learn it when you went to China..."