That Sweet Beat

My name is Beatbox and I am residing on New Cybertron with my conjunx endura, and I just opened up a new club! Cool, right? But while I'm not manning that post I'm probably twiddling my thumbs, so feel free to ask me anything! [[ Independent ask/RP blog for Transformers OC, Beatbox. ]] [[M!A: None and Accepting.]]

[drunkenstein]

hey im not good with words so im going to get right to the point, i need some money fast so im opening commissions up for quick simple sketches w simple colors . basically it’ll look like the above but full sized

i will do - humans - nonhumans - robot/mecha (will be +$5 unless the design is p simple) - basically any kind of character u like - more than one character (will be +$5 per extra character) - tasteful nudity -gore -ocs

i wont do - porn

if the design is really complicated i’ll probably charge a lil more based on the level of complexity. please give references!

payment is thru paypal only

contact me on skype @ captainoddessy or my email [email protected] to discuss or if you have questions. thank u !

[koi-dog-bot]

“He’s another guest here, with his brother and friend… I think I told you about them.”

[Snorts, a mushy little grin on his face. Wuh-oh.]

“He’s an utter lugnut but he’s okay… even if he is clumsy and loud.”

[thatsweetbeat]

Oh! That Bother! He’s your boo, right?

[Smirking, Beatbox props his chin on the edge of the berth, folding his arms and watching Juke.]

Has he been taking care of you?

[koi-dog-bot]

[He purrs at the scritches, oh, he’s missed this…] “Same here, Beat. Same here…”

“Bother’s gonna have a fit when he sees me…” [A grimace.]

[thatsweetbeat]

Bother?

[Lifts a brow and keeps scratching!]

[thatsweetbeat]

… I don’t like it.

[Finally, they come to his old room and he sets Juke down on the berth, making sure he’s comfortable before kneeling.]

Does he hide…often?

[koi-dog-bot]

“I don’t keep track of him, maybe I should though.”

[He settles, resting his helm on his paws with a chuff.] “Wish this visit didn’t happen after this accident…”

[thatsweetbeat]

Hey, it’s okay, Juke. I’m just glad that I was able to visit.

[Grins, reaching over and petting him behind his finial.]

I’m happy to see you.

[koi-dog-bot]

[Mutters in reference to the cameras.] “It’s invasive and makes my espionage protocols itch, I don’t like it.”

[He gnaws on a claw.] “Haven’t seen him in a while, he might be out again or just hidin’.”

[thatsweetbeat]

... I don’t like it.

[Finally, they come to his old room and he sets Juke down on the berth, making sure he’s comfortable before kneeling.]

Does he hide...often?

[koi-dog-bot]

“I uh… I actually made my nest in your old room after a while.” [A cough.]

“As for what’s changed… Not much. Except for the cameras and security. Apparently Soundwave can’t give up old habits…” [A rumble as he settles into his friend’s arms, legs tucked as close as he possibly can without it being too much for him.]

[thatsweetbeat]

Soundwave?

[As Beatbox walks his friend to his old room, he does a quick scan of the area...discovering security cameras.]

Well, Soundwave always has been the eyes and ears of the Decepticon army. I guess...old habits do die hard. Is he around?

[koi-dog-bot]

“Dude, chill out…” [Sigh.] “Yes, you can pick me up just be gentle. It’s just annoying but it goes away with rest.”

[Juke sits up with a wince.] “It’s mostly this like throbbin’ burn but the real pain already passed. Like I said, it’s nothin’ serious, just an inconvenience.”

[Maybe if he says it enough he’ll believe it.]

[thatsweetbeat]

I am chilling out!

[Grumbling, Beatbox carefully and delicately lifts his friend, gathering him up into his arms and...looking around.]

How much have things changed around here? Where’s your room? Same place?

[koi-dog-bot]

“Ohh nothin’ much.”

[He huffs, motioning a front paw to his back legs, sounding more like it was a stubbed toe than a momentary failure of motor control.]

“I wasn’t careful and my ‘repairs’–” [That was spat out with a scoff.] “–acted up again… At this rate these will be stiff and sore for a good week. Happens when you’re old, a beam fell on ya millennia ago, and the doc was a hack despite the miracle.”

[thatsweetbeat]

[Beatbox whined in the back of his vocoder and looked at Juke’s back legs, then back at his friend’s faceplate.]

Can I pick you up? Can I take you somewhere? Maybe--I wonder-- Is--

[He’s about to start babbling, so he clicks his mouth shut and hunkers closer to Juke.]

[koi-dog-bot]

[Mutters and remotely accesses the door code.]

::Way’s open, I’m in the east hall… Chillin’. Nothin’ much I can do anyways…::

[thatsweetbeat]

[Rumbling into the base and fighting to keep at a safe speed despite his straining urgency, Beatbox soon comes to his friend’s side and transforms, hovering his hands over the minicon.]

Juke! Shit! What happened?!

[koi-dog-bot]

thatsweetbeat

Juke! Hey, buddy! I’m in town! Uh… You don’t sound so hot.

::Oh, I see, No uhm… I-I’m fine just uh…::

[A sigh.]

::Okay fine, it’s nothin’ too serious but…:: [Grumble growl.] ::You ever hear of faintin’ goats?::

[thatsweetbeat]

<< Fainting goats are hilari-- Juke. Okay buddy, let me in. I’m gonna come in and help you. I’m literally right outside-- >>

[Beatbox’s little engine roars as he kicks up dust over the dry terrain, approaching the base.]

[thatsweetbeat]

What’s–pbbt–your–pbbtthh–name, anyhow? I don’t believe we’ve met!

[snowskimmer]

Snowskimmer. But-pbbbbt-Skimmer’s just fine. And you? Bbth.

[thatsweetbeat]

Sskktthhppmmmimmer. Great! I’m Beatbox. Some people just call me Beatbox. Heh! Pbbttttthhh.

[thatsweetbeat]

Mm.

Medics.

[thatsweetbeat]

I’m a big fan of medics. Learning other languages certainly helps communicate, right?

Pth-pbtpbtpbtpbtpbt.

[snowskimmer]

Well, that’s good. I’m sure we’ll get along fine then. And absolutely! I’m thankful for being fluent in so many languages.

Pthhht pbbbt plbt.

[thatsweetbeat]

What’s--pbbt--your--pbbtthh--name, anyhow? I don’t believe we’ve met!

[thatsweetbeat]

That’s pretty cool. Special ops?

Pbbbbbbbbbbbbtttthhh.

[snowskimmer]

Field medic with a hobby.

Pbth-bbbth.

[thatsweetbeat]

I’m a big fan of medics. Learning other languages certainly helps communicate, right?

Pth-pbtpbtpbtpbtpbt.

[snowskimmer]

“I’m fluent in many languages.

Pppbbbbllt.”

[thatsweetbeat]

How many?

Pbbbbt. Pbbtthh pbbt bpbbt.

[snowskimmer]

Pbbbbth thbbbpt pthh.

I don’t actually recall. Upwards of thirty?

[thatsweetbeat]

That’s pretty cool. Special ops?

Pbbbbbbbbbbbbtttthhh.

[thatsweetbeat]

snowskimmer replied to your post:Pbbt.

“Pbblblbbt.”

I see you’re speaking my language!

Pbbt. PBB—bbtthh.

[snowskimmer]

“I’m fluent in many languages.

Pppbbbbllt.”

[thatsweetbeat]

How many?

Pbbbbt. Pbbtthh pbbt bpbbt.

[thatsweetbeat]

snowskimmer replied to your post:Pbbt.

“Pbblblbbt.”

I see you’re speaking my language!

Pbbt. PBB--bbtthh.