Don't call me short!

Before you ask, my name is DarkSky. I was sparked with no alt-mode, which is a problem when you have to hide from humans. I still, try my best though, and so far I've been partially successful. ((Independent TF OC ask/rp blog.)) M!A: none

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((sorry I've been gone...))

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((hi))

[the-neutral-medic]

(That moment you get on after a long time gone and no-one remembers you……-pouts-)

[thesmallestbot]

(*huggles* The same thing happened to me.) 

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thesmallestbot started following you

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“Nice to meetcha Mr. DarkSky.” He beams at him and timidly holds his clawed servo out. “This is how you greet new people, right?” The black visor barely hides the outline of his optics, the teal glow shining through brightly.

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DarkSky lightly shakes his servo,  smiling back. “I guess. And you can leave out the ‘Mr’. I don’t think much of formalities.” He pulls his servos behind his back, feeling a little awkward.

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The silver seeker tilts his helm at the smaller mech and lowers his wings into a submissive and a rather apologetic look. “S-sorry… Did I do something wrong, Mist- DarkSky?” The teal glow brightens to to show his rather frightful look as he appears to shrink away from the older mech.

[thesmallestbot]

He quickly shakes his helm when he sees the seeker look frightened. "No, no! You did nothing wrong. I'm just not used to being called 'Mr'. If you want, you can just call me Darky like everyone else." He felt upset that he scared the young mech.

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thesmallestbot started following you

Sniper tilts his helm at the smaller mech, wings twitching in curiosity. “Hi, mister. Name’s Sniper.” He smiles happily and stares at the smaller mech with awe and comfort since this mech didn’t tower over him.

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DarkSky nods in greeting. “Hello, Sniper. My name is DarkSky.” He could tell this mech was younger than him by how he acted. He was glad to see someone so innocent other than sparkings during this war.

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“Nice to meetcha Mr. DarkSky.” He beams at him and timidly holds his clawed servo out. “This is how you greet new people, right?” The black visor barely hides the outline of his optics, the teal glow shining through brightly.

[thesmallestbot]

DarkSky lightly shakes his servo,  smiling back. "I guess. And you can leave out the 'Mr'. I don't think much of formalities." He pulls his servos behind his back, feeling a little awkward.

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thesmallestbot started following you

Sniper tilts his helm at the smaller mech, wings twitching in curiosity. “Hi, mister. Name’s Sniper.” He smiles happily and stares at the smaller mech with awe and comfort since this mech didn't tower over him.

[thesmallestbot]

DarkSky nods in greeting. "Hello, Sniper. My name is DarkSky." He could tell this mech was younger than him by how he acted. He was glad to see someone so innocent other than sparkings during this war.

[thesmallestbot]

M!A list

1 lost: My muse has lost one of their senses, for anon specifies.

I'm sorry: My muse has amnesia for anon specifies.

Sleep forever: My muse is in a come for anon specifies.

Kitty: My muse is a neko for anon specifies.

Insanity: My muse is insane for anon specifies.

Bloody: My muse is a killer for anon specifies.

Bleed: My muse has horrid injuries for anon specifies.

Sexual: My muse will now let any muse of anons choosing do anything to them for anon specifies.

Next lover: My muse will fall in love with the next person in their inbox for anon specifies.

Frozen: My muse has one (or more) limbs frozen for anon specifies.

Burned: My muse has one (or more) limbs burned for anon specifies.

Black and White: My muse now has another opposite self for anon specifies.

Cry: My muse is no super fragile and sensitive for anon specifies.

Kill me: My muse will be suicidal for anon specifies.

Be here with me: My muse will want the next person in there inbox with them for anon specifies.

Storm: My muse and the next person in there inbox will be stuck in the same house with a horrible storm (storm specified by anon) for anon specifies.

Bad Dreams: My muse will have nightmares for anon specifies.

Memories: My muse will have memories of something in their head for anon specifies.

Chain: My muse is chained to the next muse in their inbox for anon specifies.

Bells: My muse will hear bells (anon identifies what kind of bell) for anon specifies.

Truth: My muse will tell the truth for anon specifies.

Dare: My muse will do everything that starts with 'I dare you to' for anon specifies.

Follow: My muse will do anything that the next muse that puts 'do as I say' for anon specifies.

Hold Me: My muse will be mentally broken and wants to be held in anon specifies' arms for anon specifies.

Graveyard: My muse will be in the graveyard for anon specifies.

Midnight: My muse will be nocturnal for anon specifies.

Don't be afraid to add more.

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(Just posting these under the line since nsfw.)

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((ok I rarely reblog these things but I’m curious))

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I’m not going downstairs just because there’s a body in my library.

-Miss Marple: The Body in the Library, 1984 (via triceratopsboss)

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asksides replied to your post:Hey shorty~ been a while.

“Taller than you, obviously” He chuckles. Name calling was a natural part of Sideswipes day. Everyone he knew had at least one given nickname whether they knew it or not. Those names would certainly stick around no matter how much protesting there was

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DarkSky growls and glares up at Sides. “Would you stop saying things like that?!” He was tired of being reminded of his height.”Don’t you have someone else you can pick on?”

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Sideswipe shakes his helm slightly before leaning back a bit. “Sure there is, but I want to pick on you.” He offers the other a broad grin, noting to ease up on his teasing for at least a few minutes. “Come on, last time I talked to you you were fragging carrying with some mech who I still haven’t met. How’d that work out for you?”

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DarkSky sighs. "I ended up having twins; a femme named Nightfall and a mech named Dusk. Despite a few problems it been working out fine. They've been growing faster than they should because of anons, though."

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asksides replied to your post:Hey shorty~ been a while.

“Taller than you, obviously” He chuckles. Name calling was a natural part of Sideswipes day. Everyone he knew had at least one given nickname whether they knew it or not. Those names would certainly stick around no matter how much protesting there was

DarkSky growls and glares up at Sides. "Would you stop saying things like that?!" He was tired of being reminded of his height."Don't you have someone else you can pick on?"

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Hey shorty~ been a while.

"Sideswipe, how many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that. And yes, it has been a long time. How are you?"

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mia-autobot started following you

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Gunmarg starts rubbing the little mech’s back, humming. “It’s ok, it’s ok. I promise not to leave you again and I plan to keep it too. I can’t have you getting in any trouble, can I?” He steps into the ship and sets DarkSky down in a seat. “Now tell me what’s happened since I saw you last. It doesn’t matter if some things seem unimportant to you; I want you to tell me anyways.”

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DarkSky curled up in the seat. "There's this human organization called MECH. They had captured Blaster and hurt him, so I had went after them. T-they captured me and cut me open to my spark chamber and used a weapon on it. Blaster saved me before it could kill me, but it damaged my spark. He took me to Bonesetter, a neutral medic, and he fixed me plating, but my spark ended up having another fracture."

DarkSky sighed and continued. "A little after that I met Helion. I-I was really scared of him at first, but I had still kinda liked him even then. Umm...some things happened and I ended up carrying. I had twins; Nightfall and Dusk. I ended up hurting them and left for a while. I just now got the courage to speak to them again."

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mia-autobot started following you

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Gunmarg chuckles, holding DarkSky tighter. “Yes, I went back. I was looking for you so you could come with me, but you weren’t there. When I left to find you, I was chased off by some Decepticons. I’m sorry for not fighting back to get to you.”

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The apology was what did it. DarkSky starts crying into Gunmarg's shoulder plate, acting like he was a youngling again. "I-I'm so sorry for yelling at you...! I-I was just so u-used to being abandoned that I thought you had left me too...! I m-missed you so much...!"

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The femmeling remained wary of the other, sensing something slightly off with the emotions being sent to her. It was almost as if they were too sweet to be genuine, though she did know her carrier could be a bit off at times. It was those times he was the most frightening though. Lip plating presses together in a thin frown and she takes another small step backwards, shaking her helm.

This is when a new though crosses her mind. When she showed her fear of him, Darksky often got upset and disappeared for a long while… She had just gotten her parent back, should he leave again there would be none to blame but herself. With this new sense of guilt eating away at her conscience, she forces herself to push away her sense of worry and take a few tentative steps forward. Now resting just barely out of reach, she seats herself as suggested, careful to keep her arms and legs out of gabbing distance.

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Yes, that's a good femme. I just need you a little closer~ DarkSky reaches his servo out in a caring gesture, trying to hold his smile. "It's ok, Nightfall. I'm normal if that is what you are worried about. I still have the same paint job." He could feel his normal self started fighting for control again, but he restrained it.