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choochoomotherslagger sent: do you wanna help me make pumpkin stuff? i have a frame of reference. and also micro-lacerations in my glossa but details

choochoomotherslagger:

thepurpleprankster:

….Halloween things?

"Alright, you’re on testing the finished product duty, then." Setting the weird cube aside, turning his attention towards the stuff involved in making highgrade and gelled energon. "My frame of reference is human highgrade, and I’m pretty sure it’ll make you purge like a waterfall. I got a little delay cause there’s just so much slag to work through, you know?"

A slight pause.

"I haven’t actually drunk any today. You can relax."

Patting the ground next to him, so the Seeker can be actively involved in the business of making the highgrade first - liquid was always easier than solids.

"Sounds good to me." He gave a small smile before he blinked up at the equipment, making a face at the mention of human high grade. Eugh, he didn’t want to try that stuff - his tanks were terrible enough as they were right now.

"Ew. I’d hope not." 

He gave a small laugh, before he sat himself beside Astrotrain, pausing, before he flicked a part of his blanket over Astro’s leg. Good enough for him. As he was significantly smaller than the other, that was as good as his sharing got.

He looked up to Train.

"So um. What do we do, then?"

1 day ago (13 )
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choochoomotherslagger sent: do you wanna help me make pumpkin stuff? i have a frame of reference. and also micro-lacerations in my glossa but details

choochoomotherslagger:

thepurpleprankster:

….Halloween things?

Yes, hello raggedy Seeker. Welcome to the fortress of stupidity.

Well, okay, a fort made out of party god blood cubes and tarps on top of a large mesa in the desert of Nevada. There are other cubes with unidentifiable liquids in them and a shuttle with his best imitation of Skyfire’s Science Face on.

"How good are your tanks? This is important." Waggles weird cube #1.

He blinked, looking up at the fortress and staring intently at ‘Skyfire’s Science Face,’ before he gave a small laugh, moving a servo to his face to hide his amusement.

"Er- Not the best, right now. I’ve been living off of lower grades. I could probably handle small amounts of strong stuff though. I am getting slightly better at holding it now."

He puffed out his chest to seem stronger, but only succeeded in looking like a sparkling with his safety blanket still draped around himself.

1 day ago (16 )
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maverickofmayhem:

Thundercracker’s wings twitched a little, but his grin didn’t waver. “It’s alright, yeah.” Momentarily setting the cleaning cloth aside, he’ll instead offer Skywarp a hug. “You’re okay.” It didn’t really matter that Sky was home. This Skywarp needed support, and TC was glad to offer it.

"I think it’d look great, actually. You’re already purple, an’ blue an’ red are parts of that." He scooted back, tapping one of Skywarp’s wings. "I’ve got a datapad you can use t’ try out new paint designs, if you wanna look at it after you’re cleaned up."

He shifted forward, leaning into the larger mech, and shaking his helm. He regretted it; leaving, and not being there for his trine. But what was said and done was in the past and he had to start anew, or else he’d fall back into misrepair once more.

He looked up with a small nod, his optics dim.

"I’d like that." He attempted a small, forced smile. "New paint, new start, or something.."

1 day ago
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Anonymous sent: Hey sadwarp? Where's sadstreaker? Why aren't you being sad together?

Go away.

1 day ago (1 )
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Anonymous sent: smile for me, sadwarp

If you continue to call me that, no.

1 day ago (13 )
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choochoomotherslagger sent: do you wanna help me make pumpkin stuff? i have a frame of reference. and also micro-lacerations in my glossa but details

choochoomotherslagger:

thepurpleprankster:

….Halloween things?

well, i’ve got a fort, in case you’re interested

y’know, if you don’t feel up to do anything

/bleep bloop, coordinates/

I think it’s better for my wellbeing that I focus on something, rather than uh.. mope.

[Vop! You get a tiny slightly raggedy looking seeker with a thermal blanket draped around himself. It’s his security blanket, and he refuses to part with it]

[Said raggedy seeker is going to glance around before looking over to Train and shuffling over before outstretching his arms with the most demanding look he can muster]

I was promised pumpkins and forts.

1 day ago (16 )
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maverickofmayhem:

"…you know… sometimes you need t’ strip everythin’ down an’ start over." A little hum, and he moved to Skywarp’s other arm. "Sometimes things get changed in a big way, an’ we can’t stay th’ same anymore. When that happens, it can be kinda freeing t’ reinvent ourselves t’ match."

He stepped back a pace, giving Skywarp an affectionate look. “I’m not sayin’ t’ like, go back t’ grey an’ come back lookin’ like me.” He chuckled. “But I think new paint would be good for you, an’ not just ‘cos it’ll clean up your looks.”

He glanced away.

"I left, y’know." He mumbled softly. "I gave up, and left. I abandoned my position because I lost hope.. And after I left he offlined— and I never.. I didn’t.." His free servo moved to his chassis, as he took a large breath, stopping himself.

"The last time I tried a new start, everything collapsed around me, and I was helpless to stop it." He sighed, his gaze returning once more to the cleanser.

"I- if I get new paint.. Do you think a stripe of blue or red would ruin my wings?" 

2 days ago (16 )
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maverickofmayhem:

TC immediately pulls his hand back when Skywarp flinches, a concerned look on his faceplates. He tries to sweep it away with a reassuring grin, leaning forward to plant a quick kiss on Skywarp’s forehead. “It’s alright. You ain’t got nothin’ t’ be sorry about.”

Since the chest is off-limits, he’ll focus on cleaning Skywarp’s pauldrons and arms instead, trying to ignore the scratches and old wounds there.

He glanced away, his servos still covering his chassis. He stayed perfectly still as Thundercracker kissed his helm, bowing his helm slightly afterwards and letting his arms relax slightly as they were washed.

The scratches on his arms were obviously self inflicted, however they were old and were mostly healed over. He winced slightly as old scratches were cleaned and energon flecks washed away, watching the cleanser wash away everything.

His wings fell and his gaze shifted over to the scratch marks, inflicted when he’d felt Starscream offline. He stayed like that for a moment, staring at them, before he felt his spark beat, an empty, lonely spark beat. His gaze fell back to the cleanser washing away everything, trying to focus on that.

Wash away the old, bring in the new.

"… Might need new paint after this.." He eventually muttered, staring at the flecks of paint that were also being washed away with everything. "Starscream would’ve yelled at me for not taking care of myself.."

2 days ago (16 )
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maverickofmayhem:

“‘Kay.” He’d get the wings next, then. At least Skywarp had taken marginally better care of them. Then again, grooming one’s wings was usually a comforting behavior anyway. Even the rattiest aerial tended to have halfway decent wings.

Once the flat appendages wierhe scrubbed (and he’d gotten yet another clean cloth), TC scooted around to Skywarp’s front. The chest plate got a contemplative look before he gently pressed the cloth to it to start cleaning.

Cleaning his wings was something he did when he was stressed and needed to stop thinking for a while - he’d started off doing it frequently, but it had become less of a habit as things grew worse.

As Thundercracker drew to his front, he watched warily, his wings lowering slightly before he flinched away at the touch, shaking his helm, a servo moving to cover his chassis.

"N- not there." He glanced away. "I can do it myself later."

He lowered his helm, his free servo also moving to his chassis. “M’sorry..” 

2 days ago (16 )
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maverickofmayhem:

Thundercracker’s grin widened, and he started scrubbing at Skywarp’s back, paying careful attention to the seams in Skywarp’s armor. There’s… quite a bit of grime. Enough that the cleanser on the floor is starting to turn colors, flecks of rust and old paint mingling with the filth. There’s even a few drops of energon where neglect has weakened some of the thinner lines, allowing for tiny leaks.

Hmm. Swapping out for a clean cloth, he’ll begin work on Skywarp’s back, working around to get his chest. “Do you want me to do your wings?”

Skywarp relaxed as Thundercracker worked on his back, small trills escaping his vocaliser as he stayed still, ignoring just how dirty he’d allowed himself to become in his despair.

At least it was TC with him, and not anyone else. 

"That would be nice.. I can’t exactly reach that far back anyway."

His wings were slightly better than the rest of him, but only barely.