#youngsiders

[young-sunny]

Might be slow for a little while

I'm rebuilding my personal blog and working on my homework.  If I take too long, Sides, just text me kay?  *smooches for all*

[young-sunny]

Anyone heard from Sides? I know she was up earlier...

[its-a-thankless-job-blog]

You young-Siders and young-sunny

((a threesome? Alright, let’s give it a shot…))

Name: Incision

Gender: Mech

General Appearance: Red plating, blue highlights with red optics. Racecar alt-mode like the twins.

Personality: Always eager for a chance to show off his skills, he always rushes headfirst into things impulsively, usually with his chainsaw deployed Ratchet’s idea. He gets extremely defensive when it comes to his creators, and won’t hesitate to rip any offenders a new one. Actually, he’s not very friendly towards others at all since his creators always taught him to trust no one. Generally, he’s extremely bratty and throws tantrums when he doesn’t get his way.

Special Talents: He often uses his speed and small stature to his advantage whenever he can and enjoys using his beloved chainsaw. He can also sing Bohemian Rhapsody backwards, which he often likes showing off so there is that.

Who they like better: It depends on who indulges him more on any given day.

Who they take after more: Ratchet, if only because he wants to be a medic when he’s older.

Personal Headcanon: He likes singing, and actually first learned how from Ratchet. Although Ratchet doesn’t usually like to sing out in public, Incision encourages him to sing when they’re working on a patient together.

He also has a collection of various spare parts in his room from operations on his own ‘patients’. Ratchet thinks it to be a waste, not using all available resources, but Sunny and Sides seem to approve.

Faceclaim: 

[spinning-the-classics]

➨+⁇ ((Youngsiders))

"Come on kiddo, ya were a lil young for this anyway, probably made some of 'em feel awkward. Let's get a snack and we'll forget all about it!"

[young-sunny]

[young-sunny]

Sunstreaker was curled up. His frame had been repaired enough that it didn't hurt too much, but he wished it did. Sideswipe still hadn't come to see him, and he wasn't sure if it was because he was angry at him or he was in danger. He deserved this, he knew. Left forgotten in a spare berth in his adopted creators' home, repaired and fed but otherwise left to his own devices. He was sure if he expressed his loneliness, Starscream would sit with him and talk to him. But as amazing as Starscream was, he wasn't Sideswipe. Sunstreaker had been a terrible brother, and every day was another reminder that he didn't deserve his twin, not in the least. He'd let him get lost, let him live without him, let him get his spark broken, let him get an injury that deleted most of his recent memory files... A sob shook his frame and he curled tighter, pulling a weld on his side. He would stay alive so that Sideswipe would stay alive, but that was all the effort he would put into his own maintenance. Sideswipe deserved much better than him.

[spinning-the-classics]

Corset. (Young-sides) ((how humorous will Bs reaction be?))

Blaster blinked and covered his optics. "UH...baby, ya sure ya're in the right place?" 

[young-sunny]

In Recovery

Sunstreaker is online.  He's currently in recovery and under intense silent threat by Skywarp to lay down and not wreck his delicate repairs.  He's inclined to obey, for the most part, but his spark aches.  He's scared for his twin, who the Seekers still haven't brought in to see him, and he knows it can only mean something happened to him.

Sides...