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@velocitronianbartender
‘you’re drunk!’
SEND ME ‘YOU’RE DRUNK!’ FOR MY MUSE SAYING SOMETHING TO YOUR MUSE THEY NORMALLY WOULDN’T.
“I miss you–you big, stupid Cybertronian. With your stupid visor. And your stupid voice. And your ridiculous amount of patience for endless questions on culture. I miss you coming in and just chatting. I miss you following me home. I miss the sound of your spark.
“I want to punch you in your stupid face.”
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‘you’re drunk!’
SEND ME ‘YOU’RE DRUNK!’ FOR MY MUSE SAYING SOMETHING TO YOUR MUSE THEY NORMALLY WOULDN’T.
“You think you’re so tough…! That you don’t need help. That you don’t want help. That you’re okay with dying. But I’m not stupid–nobody, nobody as passionate as you wants to die in some gutter of a rust infection. So I’m here. To help. To offer help. Until you take it.”
‘you’re drunk!’
SEND ME ‘YOU’RE DRUNK!’ FOR MY MUSE SAYING SOMETHING TO YOUR MUSE THEY NORMALLY WOULDN’T.
“I don’t think you’re as big of an asshole as you pretend to be. You just want what’s best for Velocitron and to Pit with the consequences. That’s admirable. But it’s also what starts wars. So you need to be careful.
“And--I’m not that drunk!”
on-treads:
( ✉ → sms ) It’s not about payment. And I’m not charity for you throw creds at. ( ✉ → sms ) I’m finally home. If I’m going to offline in some back alley, I’d prefer to do it on my own planet. Not some Neutral mess. ( ✉ → sms ) I’d like it better if you dropped this entire conversation and got lost. ( ✉ → sms ) For the record.
( ✉ → ) quite being a stubborn ass. i’m just trying to help.
( ✉ → ) like friends do. you know what those are right?
( ✉ → ) but if you don’t want my help finding a medic or paying for you, at least drink the energon i left for you. it’s better than whatever you’re currently trying to do.
( ✉ → sms ) [ File Attached ] of all the drunk pictures i have of you, this one is my favorite.
TEXT //And here I thought the rules were ‘what happens on velocitron stays on velocitron’. You know, instead of my inbox. But hey, what do I know about speedster culture anyway?
TEXT //Seriously though. Delete that before it falls into the wrong servos. Like y’know, Miko’s or Mirage’s. Or anybody with a grudge against me.
( ✉ → ) how could you even suggest deleting this gorgeous image? it’s perfect. i’ve never seen a cybertronian bend like that.
( ✉ → ) maybe i should show mirage. i bet he’d like it.
( last time )
cool-and-collective:
Jazz could cut the tension with a knife and his spark ached with missed chances and lost time, clouding over the guilt for simply being on Velocitron without Mirage. He more than welcomed the drink offered, fingers grasping the glass and pulling it to the spot in front of him; he watched the young bartender.
“If I wanted to be at Piston’s, I’d be there,” he admitted, voice smooth but cautious. “I always thought this was the best place for drinks, company ain’t bad either. They got this sweet little racer behind the bar most nights, most curious little brat I’ve ever met.”
He offered a crooked grin, then brought the glass to his lips and downing about half of it. “Full of questions, always questions. Think he’d run out but always finds more to ask. I can admire that in a mecha.”
Finishline visibly relaxed and ducked his helm to hide a smile that spread across his faceplates. The spy always did have the most ridiculous effect on him, this reaction among the many. He turned with a hum, busying himself with cleaning a glass.
“It must get frustrating to have to deal with constant questions,” he mused, deciding against correcting Jazz that he wasn’t a racer anymore. “Though, the establishment has found that Cybertronians tend to like that employee’s curiosity. Most find it endearing so you’re not alone.”
oh no! more quality blogs are following me and i’m screaming because they’re so perfect and i’m a nerd. send help. i repeat, send help because i’m probs dead.
I DID NOT EXPECT TO ALL THESE REPLIES. I’ll get to them soon. <3
Send me ‘you’re drunk!’ for my muse saying something to your muse they normally wouldn’t.
and it’s all FUN & GAMES ‘til somebody falls in ℓove.
on-treads:
( ✉ → sms ) I would not dodge your questions if they weren’t so stupid. ( ✉ → sms ) Am I ok? Obviously not. ( ✉ → sms ) I’m dying of starvation since I cannot obtain Energon. ( ✉ → sms ) A medic will never see me as I have no way to pay them and I am a Decepticon. ( ✉ → sms ) But I’m alive and I haven’t taken to ripping my frame apart, so that’s something.
( ✉ → ) Do you have the inability to be polite to people who care about you?
( ✉ → ) Anyway. I could send you some money, you know. To help out until you can get on your feet.
( ✉ → ) I don’t think you being a Decepticon means you should die. So if that’s the problem, I’m sure there’s a clinic on Velocitron that will take you.
( ✉ → ) Just say the word.
roleplaying psa
ignisxetcrna:
Dear RP partner,
I’m sorry I take 2837897845748 years to respond.
Love, the Mun
( cont. from here )
( ✉ → sms ) Quit whining. ( ✉ → sms ) Quit worrying. ( ✉ → sms ) I’m fine. I’m alive.
( ✉ → ) I think you should start worrying, Brawl.
( ✉ → ) I also think you should stop dodging my questions because I am no fool. You may very well be alive but you’re not fine.
( ✉ → ) Now start answering my questions.
Sometimes I lie awake Thinking about all my past mistakes
( texting )
twinguardians:
( Dreadwing → ✉ ) I don’t understand why anyone would be hostile over curiosity. It doesn’t make a great deal of sense.
( Dreadwing → ✉ ) No matter.
( Dreadwing → ✉ ) I’m sure you know how we are created as people, yes? Needless to say, instead of the spark being birthed in that sense and placed within a frame, ours split into two. Thus instead of one guardian, there were two.
( Dreadwing → ✉ ) There aren’t many answers to how or why this happens, as it’s a rare situation, but it’s believed because the sparks were once one, that a bond forms.
( Dreadwing → ✉ ) Skyquake and I are able to feel each other’s emotions, even the other’s well being. Occasionally thoughts.
( ✉ → ) That doesn’t even sound possible, or healthy for that matter.
( ✉ → ) The spark just split? And your people didn’t try to heal it, but instead just popped them into frames?
( ✉ → ) Fascinating!
( ✉ → ) Oh! And this talk of feeling each other? I’ve never heard of such things.
( ✉ → ) Would you mind a few more questions?
