Trailbreaker

Bitter as Frag - Trailbreaker au. Sideblog to lord-overlips

[tipsyteebs]

Trailbreaker - canon divergent insofar as Trailbreaker gets angry with Megatron and bails from the Lost Light, gets his FIM chip fixed and sulks about the universe drunkedly. That's basically it.

Sideblog to lord-overlips

mun is very friendly, always feel welcome to send asks, say hi and chat :)

About

Rules - Be nice, have fun, interactions only with those who are 18+. Pretty simple, huh?

Addiction will be a recurring theme here so be warned. (My) Trailbreaker is well and truly an alcoholic. Keep in mind that this doesnt mean that mun condones substance abuse in real life. This is merely a character.

[seacrestseacon]

Ask him nicely, and he will find something else to hit you with. He has options ✨

"Mmhm? Care to share with the class?" Echo cooed, more than content to call Trailbreaker out on his bluff and see if he can get that blue tint flushing up audials in mortification.

Aw, but bless his little Bubbletruck, a little woozy and off kilter from a heavy night, and he wanted to just scoop the little darling up into his arms and pamper him breathless ... Again. Later.

"An apartment seems nice now, though? You are always in the same place, your neighbours or species or establishments don't change every time you start the ship engines ... That kind of normality is a very sought after thing these days." Echo muses as Teebs reaches for the next access panel, overriding the locking mechanism with his HUD to let Teebs walk into ... The kitchen!

Damn. It was big. A long screen above the sink to simulate a 'window' out over some gardens, plenty of counter space and a center island with adjustable bar stools, a walk in pantry, and a common area of tables and chairs should the crew wish for company or solace.

[tipsyteebs]

There was a very sheepish duck of Trailbreaker's helm between his bulky shoulders when Echo called his bluff.

"Uh- nah- that's ok! It wasn't very funny after all!" He glanced back nervously, certain Echo wasn't convinced and hurrying to move the conversation along.

"I dunno... I kinda... I miss..." What exactly? He couldn't put his finger on it. "I felt like maybe I woulda found my place out there one day maybe. If I stayed. But... stuff happened and..." He trailed off.

-Fwoosh!- Another door opening wide with Trailbreaker preparing for disappointment all over again only to find-

"Hah ha! Kitchen!" That was kinda a weird thing to yell. And point at. Teebsy dropped his arm to his side with a soft clang when he realised. Whatever! He was happy to change the subject, grinning and with a little swagger to his step now.

"Wow. Nice digs. Just like the rest of this place." Trailbreaker gestured vaguely around him. "So.... energon. Right. I'll just...."

He peeked inside the cupboard and looked up at the shelves, searching, wondering what to grab.

"Um- do you like yours plain or fancy? With spices and that?"

[seacrestseacon]

Last thing he needed was a lecture from Shellshock if anyone got hurt or being chewed out y Suckerpunch for damaging his precious shooting range.

"What are you thinkin' about, Bubble? You've gone a little blue on me"

Unfortunately, everything in here was not made for the berth room so get your handsome little helm out of the gutter with those whips. Teebs. Unless you were an empty tin can, you probably didn't want to get hit by one of these. Blades could be blunted, blasters loaded with dummy rounds. But a whip was still a whip, and while Echo had no problems snaring ankles with it to off balance his opponent, it still stung like a glitch when it got you.

A charming little smile at Teebs continuing the tour, sauntering after his bold little guide, and he's letting the little grounder snoop around within reason.

"I don't think I asked. Do you reside on a ship, or more permanent accommodations here?"

[tipsyteebs]

An awkward grin spread over Trailbreaker’s face. What was he thinking about?

"Uh. Nothin!" Scampering ahead before Echo could catch how flustered he still was and how much worse that blush had gotten. “Just remembered a funny joke is all!" Totally believable.

He jogged ahead for a bit to try to let the burn on his cheeks subside, smacking one button then another, tank lurching suddenly at the second jump.

“Hurp- ah. Better… huff... slow down.”

Taking in a cooling few vents of air seemed to help and Trailbreaker’s gait slowed to a crawl. He piped up to reassure Echo, mostly worried the bot would think he'd need to fetch a mop and bucket.

“M-ok. Just… gotta take it easy I guess.” Primus... could one of these slagging doors be the kitchen? There couldn't be too many more, right?

"Huh? Me? Just a small apartment on the cheap side of town. Nothing to brag about." Nothing much in it either with how often his slagging ability glitched and his shield managed to wreck everything in sight. He needed a new vidscreen but didn't want to fork out the credits just to break it again.

"Lived on a ship for a while before that though." Trailbreaker sounded a little melancholy now, reminded of friends that he lost touch with, some by choice. Slagging Megatron... he'd never forgive him. Teebsy reached up on tiptoes a lot more slowly and gingerly this time, tapping another button with the tips of his digits as unwanted memories found him.

[tipsyteebs]

dollmaker

[tipsyteebs]

So mean to him :,3

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[seacrestseacon]

A little smile at Trailbreaker's cheer of victory, finally allowed access into a room after all but aggressively jabbing every access panel in reach, and Echo is breezing in after Teebs to the training hall.

"There is a little rack for all of us-" Echo says with a gesture at the variety of weapons at the back wall. Various sized swords, sparring issue blasters, smoke and stun cartridges, daggers, shields, staffs, a few very cowboy looking whips looped neatly, spears, some hanging nets, lengths of coiled cords, batons.

But the swords were cool, weren't they? While every weapon was technically too blunt to do more than dent armour on impact or blasters too low voltage to do more than singe, from the to-repair skip in the corner of hilts and handles and blades, that doesn't stop them being chipped or cracked or straight up snapped at with the force at which they were used.

"Maybe later, Bubbletruck? We can finish our little tour of the ship, and perhaps come back here for a few rounds? I would feel quite mean if I took advantage of your hangover on a shooting range" Teebs is not the only one here who can shoot. It is war, everyone is experienced. However, the truck likely didn't count the berthroom as the shooting range once intel was leaked.

"But, I am very much down for a healthy competition of first to five"

[tipsyteebs]

Not now huh? That was.... probably for the best. The Autobot made the most of exploring though, looking over all the weapons, well used. The bots here must know how to fight. He raised a brow at the whips. People actually used those? His thoughts drifted a little. Echo would look pretty damned intimidating with any of these weapons... but images of the handsome Con with that whip in servo were insisting on taking up real estate in his processor. Frag him.... focus! Energon!

"Uh... so... I guess we're on to door number two then!"

Or... twenty two... he'd already tried so many. Why did Teebs get the feeling that Echo was enjoying watching him embarass himself? Well, there was nothing for it now. At least he got to explore the ship this way. Trailbreaker would do his best to mentally map out the place in case he needed to either bolt back to Echo's room or get the frag out of here.

"I'll just... yeah." He rather sheepishly scuttled by Echo, trying to hide the faint glow on his faceplates and ducking outside, peeking back around the corner to call out.

"You coming?" Otherwise Trailbreaker would be totally fine on his own. Definitely. Probably. Which door was Angty McArms behind again?

Once Echo was with him, Trailbreaker would go back to slapping at access panels and hoping for the best. What could possibly go wrong?

[raspberrighost]

Quick lil TB doodle.

They're talking about what movie they wanna watch :))

[ctghost]

if requests are still open, could you maybe try yandere Trailbreaker? any art of him is good art and your art is amazing. (I'm slowly coming around to ratbat lol)

(Ty for liking my art <3 !! Also 😈😈Ooo ratbatt be upon yee.. ooo..) trailbreaker!! I do see him as the pathetic kind of yandere, joking alot, brushing off your compliments of, say, his ability with a chuckle, yet he WILL think deeply about it when alone. But he can be a lil paranoid, if he sees you slightly uncomfortable in his presence?.. he will assure you nothing will hurt you!! (Or rather assure himself that it's not because of him)

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[bbm-um]

Trailcutter!!!💕💕

[asimp4bee]

Draw trailbreaker from idw and my life is yours ate 🙏🙏🙏

[random-cockroach]

It's even hotter today dang it

[xianimoon]

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[mt-log]

[metallightningbug]

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Humanformer Maker

cute! Teebs would be a white t shirt, grey hoodie (why do I need other clothes?) sort of guy I swear.

[tipsyteebs]

Fruit Persona

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hm... some of it works.

[seacrestseacon]

A little smile back at him at Trailbreaker hesitantly glancing his way, not at all going to step in the way of such bravado at Bubbletruck thinking he knew his way around. No, please. Continue. Your idea, not his.

Servos folding at his back as he merrily wanders after Teebs, not at all going to point out that as the communications officer of The Atlantis Fury, he was the one mentally locking every door Teebs jabbed the keypad of as it was so much more fun than following him into every storage room, janitors closet, vacant habsuite, repurposed room or just someone else's residence.

"On a ship. It is called the Atlantis Fury" Echo purrs as he trails along, rather endeared by his little drunk toy learning ships are basically a tiny little city on quantum engines. Okay, that door he will allow them to open.

A faint bip bip! of the sensor going green at the next jab of the access panel, and the doors will hiss aside to the ... Training hall? To the far right, seemed to be some sort of skills test shooting range from the various blasters and rifles on the wall. To the left, showcasing various swords and blunted dummy blades, was a more hands on sparring ring. That from the marks on the floor, nearby walls, and ceiling, certainly got used often enough.

"You any good with a blaster, darling~?"

[tipsyteebs]

Ship? Oh. Yeah. That sounded familiar. Imagery filterd back in to the autobot's processor. A long walk- well- one of them was walking... Trailbreaker flushed bright pink at the memory of barried carried across the threshold so to speak. There was a weird guy with lots of arms...? Then it was mostly one big blur with a few moments of stark clarity here and there- mostly involving him doing something humiliating... and enjoying it.

Door! Slag it- just- open the door! Trailbreaker wondered if he'd finally gotten lucky by some miracle, staring hopefully, the doors opening up and revealing... huh. This wasn't the kitchen.

"It opened!" Still, it was decidedly NOT a storage cupboard. Nor was it a broom closet. Nor the private room of mister too-many-arms.

"Slag... this is pretty impressive." Trailbreaker craned his neck to look around. "Cool swords."

If he was in better shape he might want to take a crack at one of them. Right now though he was more likely to make himself sick waving a sword around... or stick the pointy end somewhere it didn't belong. He really just wanted to lounge around in berth or drag his aft home for more recharge. Why had he left the berth again?

"Me? Yeah. Not half bad." He'd been at this war thing for millenia. Of course he could shoot. Blind, drunk, hungover, one warm, didn't matter.

"Why- you wanna make a contest of it?" He teased. He probably shouldn't... not when he was still kind of wobbly and not on someone elses ship. Wasn't as if he hadn't before though... Trailbreaker was nothing if not experienced.

[seacrestseacon]

Mm, no. Trailbreaker absolutely was not normal about it. Everything about today dashed any form of normal the little truck was used to; One night stand hadn't ended in being tossed outside on his aft before dawn, but breakfast in berth. He hadn't been called every insult under the suns, but praised and coddled with nicknames. He wasn't pushed away at any form of physical touch, but drawn closer to cuddle the smaller mech. And, it was making the poor trucks' helm spin at all these impossible outcomes hitting back to back.

Poor little processor was firing off on all cylinders from the adorably awkward and quickly mortifying little boop and backpedal. Bless.

"You know? Fuel would be nice, actually" Echo hummed, not at all stopping Teebs fleeing for the foot of the berth, instead, choosing to twist out onto his pedes and usher Trailbreaker for the door. Was he going to give directions to the kitchen? No. Teebs wanted to power walk with a purpose? Lets see how long till he realised he was on a ship not a street.

[tipsyteebs]

Trailbreaker absolutely, definitely had not thought this far ahead. He stumbled while hopping down off the admittedly giant berth, regaining his balance with a wobble and an only somewhat queasy protest from his tank. Progress! That fuel had helped! And he hadn't fallen on his face! Nice!

Now- um- where was the... kitchen? It was... uh- oh....

Well... it had to be here somewhere! He'd find it! Or... find trouble. Echo wouldn't let that happen though.... right...? Traiblreaker peered back up at the mech nervously, awkard smile on his face. Right! Energon!

Teebsy set one pede in front of the other, boldly marching down the halls and stepping up to the first door. He had to stand on the tips of his pedes to reach the controls, focusing hard and waving his servo around before finally activating them. Success! The door was open! And.... Trailbreaker had no idea where he was.

There was just... another larger hall. What the... where...?

"Where the frag do you live...?" Why were there so many hallways! "Uh..." The autobot's nerve wavered but he kept going, if nothing else to try and grasp where the frag he'd ended up! He trotted down the hall, peering up at each door as if they might hold some clue, continuing on and becoming increasingly unnerved.

Slag it! He was going to pick a door at random! Repeating the earlier maneuver, Trailbreaker hopped up to wave his servo around, a disheartening 'boop' all he got as the door refused to budge. Hm. Locked. He hated when things were all locky.

Well! On to the next one! Teebs hopped up to one door after another, looking to find one that wasn't locked. In the back of his processor he kind of realised that searching for the kitchen was fast becoming impossible but sheer nervous anxiety kept him moving along and trying! Maybe this next one would open?

[seacrestseacon]

He would feel absolutely awful if he just left Bubble unattended and he choked on anything else stuck in his intake. No, for peace of mind, we are going to make sure the little off roader isn't a hazard to himself. But, despite the heating alloy against his finger tips as he tilts the little helm gently from side to side, thumb unbothered by the nervous gulps against his knuckle as he gently follows the intake down to collar armour, and Trailbreaker is clear for further choke hazards. Sorry, Teebs. You are allowed to choke on one thing, and it is not popcorn.

He heard that whine.

Tucked against his size, blankets bunched at his back to keep him nice and snug against the larger mech, and to give his arm something to prop on for idly spinning adorable little tires, and he's watching that little servo constantly dart back to safety like startled sealife.

Ah, bless him. No one said this kind of game was fast paced.

A finger gently hooking under Teebs' wrist, lifting his arm up to place the servo back on his chassis, and teebs will get a little pat on the helm.

"You can touch back, you know. I wont bite" ... Unpleasantly, at least.

[tipsyteebs]

Those servos are so warm and gentle... claw tips sharp and dangerous though... The combination seemed to make Trailbreaker's processor fritz as Echo casually showed off just how easily his touch could turn dangerous. A part of Trailbreaker really, truly desperately wanted that in the moment, eager for more after last night.

Relief flooded the autobot as claws finally drew back, Trailbreaker left to gather his wits, what little he could after that- and try.... really TRY to watch the film. He wasn't even sure who the main characters were at this point, squinting in confusion as the group argued among themselves before a climactic shootout. At least... it should have been climactic.

Trailbeaker was staring straight through the screen, processor distracted. He hesitantly reached out again, letting out a startled cry to find his servo dragged back and placed against Echo's plating.

"Uh... wh- wha...." He started, flustered, blushing, thankful for his visor as Echo did actually mention biting. The autobot shivered and supressed a whimper. Pit, but Trailbreaker just could NOT seem to get his processor out of the gutter!

He could touch?

"Eheh.. heh...o- okay. Sure." Yeah. He could do that. He could be normal about this. Absolutely! He could totally fondle this extremely handsome, giant decepticon and be normal about it. Yep! Hah! Pit... save him.

Trailbreaker's servo shivered lightly as it stroked over Echo's shimmering blue plating, so beautiful...

He felt so awkward doing this, trying his luck, following a stupid impulse and reaching out to touch the centre of the bot's faceplates.

"Boop! Heh... heh heh... I just- I dunno- you- um- I don't- um... I should... are- are you thirsty? I can get us some more energon?" Awkward. This was so awkward. Trailbreaker wriggled away slowly, aiming for the edge of the berth.