» time 22 hours ago   » notes 7466
#thoughts; 

ᴍ ᴏ ɴ s ᴛ ᴇ ʀ s } aren’t born, they are made.

                                                  You abuse somebody who’s ᵂᴱᴬᴷ
                             p u s h i n g them over and over again until they s̶̨n̢̢á̴p͟
         bending their morals, shattering them like glass, leaving them to rot in their own
                                                                     D̲̲ ̲̲E̲̲ ̲̲S̲̲ ̲̲P̲̲ ̲̲A̲̲ ̲̲I̲̲ ̲̲R̲̲ ̲
                                                —then you give them ( POWER).
                                               So they can wreak R E V E N G E 
                                        and obliterate anything standing in their way. 
                                                Aren’t monsters to be { pitied }, then ?

(Source: masochisticsadist)

» time 22 hours ago   » notes 24
#maverickofmayhem #meme answer #au 

maverickofmayhem:

Can Blurr hear yet? TC isn’t going to try speaking. The comms seem to be woking just fine for now. The stare had him drawing in further, turbines starting up. He could jut take off like this, using the thrusters in his pedes to gain height.

::You can’t.:: A whine, and those wings shifted uncomfortably. There was energon leaking down his back from the knife wounds. ::I can’t give ‘em to you. I don’t want t’ be grounded.::

He’s starting to hear somewhat. It’s muffled, but it’s better than nothing. He felt his knee bending, causing him to adjust his weight again. This was painful. It was so painful to stand. He heard the thrusters and his glare narrowed into that of a predator. He was focused on one thing and one thing only.

Those wings.

"We can’t always get what we want. But my Master? My Master always gets what he wants.” His claw moved, reaching to his back. Digits curled around the handle of the chainsaw resting between the boosters. "Last warning."

(Source: badspeeder)

» time 22 hours ago   » notes 22
#rurounidrift 

rurounidrift:

«Ours doesn’t have any blades. Luckily.» Blades were Drift’s things. That’s what made him special. He was the cool sword guy.

«Yeah. Rank-wise. Chain-of-command-wise.»

x-; Lucky. Magnus uses that stupid thing to transport to different universes at random. Never a fun way to travel. ;-x You go, Drift. Be the best cool sword guy you can be.

x-; Not that I’d know. I like bridges better. In our universe, Magnus and Master are brothers. Competing for the favorite spot. ;-x

» time 22 hours ago   » notes 22
#rurounidrift 

rurounidrift:

Drift winced. Eesh. And Blurr already had so few circuits to spare.

«Waiting to call it out or to use it as an excuse to throw someone he doesn’t like into the brig. Or worse. At least you aren’t under him.»

They weren’t important ones. Maybe.

x-; Ah, yes. The brig card. Every Magnus likes the brig card. Even ours. Why, if you disappointed Magnus, you were thrown much further than the brig. That, or you got fried to scrap with the Terminus Blade. That thing hurt. ;-x

x-; Under him? You mean, like, rank wise? Kyehehehheheh. No, I’m not under him. Technically, he’s under Rodimus. I think. ;-x

» time 22 hours ago   » notes 13
#chronosmith #M!A: Normal 

chronosmith:

"You got it now, Teach! That’s what I’ve been saying all along,” Whirl replied enthusiastically. “So what if you’re a fragged-up mess of a mech? If your life’s got to the Pit, you might as well own it. It’s like you said—people are never going to be happy with you, so just frag what they think and do what you want.” He wasn’t referring, specifically, to Blurr when he soke about being a fragged-up mess, but rather just speaking in general terms. Whirl’s optic curved, mirthful. “Heheh. I knew I’d get through to you sooner or later. Guess the teacher can be taught, right?”

Whirl paused to mull over this info. So far he’d only encountered one Wheeljack who was apparently a Wrecker (he hadn’t met the guy, but rather had heard of him through someone else). It was bizarre. Whirl couldn’t imagine Wheeljack as a gun-toting killer… but then again, Perceptor had settled into the role of Wrecker quite nicely, hadn’t he?

As his mind wandered,Blurr’s words caught up to him. Prototype? Slowly, Whirl was putting two and two together. Blurr had been surprisingly lucid and on-point from the moment they’d started their conversation… and now that he thought about it, he hadn’t heard even one maniacal laugh. “Oh.” He blinked to himself, realization striking him like a fist to the back of his head. “You got fixed, didn’t you? Heh, that would explain why you’re finally catching on to my genius advice…” 

Whirl gave a chuckling snort. “I didn’t think you could just… just make something to fix someone. Hell, they’ve been working on me for years.”

"Teachers are taught all the time. The best thing about teaching is that you learn things from your students, too. Pits, I thought everyone knew that." He exvented quietly. "Yes, well, if people can’t accept who you are, you should just stick with the people who do. I don’t see the point in all of it, really. They’re all going to end up dead or serving under my Master anyway."  Some things never changed.

Wheeljack was an inventor. And engineer, so to speak. Of course, he couldn’t get ideas off the ground unless they were already hoisted up. This meant that he usually stole ideas and made them to his own liking and style. It was a shame, really.

"Your advice is far from genius, Whirl." He lifted a claw to scratch at his helm finial. "It’s supposed to be for me. It was on my table in the labs. It’s a prototype. It’s supposed to substitute for all the things I’m missing that make my impulse hard to control." He frowned. "I wouldn’t say fixed. It’s just temporary. I think…”

"Like I said. Wheeljack stole the idea from somewhere."

(Source: badspeeder)

» time 23 hours ago   » notes 24
#maverickofmayhem #meme answer #au 

maverickofmayhem:

::Can’t kill with sonics!:: He should know; despite having the generator for them, his frame was more or less completely normal. Therefore, he didn’t escape the damage from being point-zero. The system limits were just one of a few safety features inbuilt to prevent long term damage.

Thundercracker honestly wasn’t expecting to land on Blurr, and it took him a few moments to collect his scattered processor. What was the mech saying? The Autobot was kicking him, yelling something about- oh.

The smart thing to do would be to stay how he was. However, Thundercracker will obligingly roll up and off Blurr’s leg. And then use that momentum to make it to his knees facing the mech. He can transform like this, if he has to. ::I’m sorry. I didn’t mean t’ use a sonic. Please stop tryin’ t’ kill me.::

The second Thundercracker rolled off his leg, Blurr pulled it towards himself. He hissed in pain, claws immediately moving to feel the damaged limb. He despised having broken legs. He tested a little weight on it, listening to the pistons scrape together. He hissed again and glared at Thundercracker.

The stare that could murder. He lifted his claw, reaching for the ground. He pushed himself into a crouch, leg shaking from the amount of pressure being put on it. He arched his spinal strut, acid dripping down his jaw in thick globs.

"Kill you? K-Kyehehheheheheh. Is that what you think? Kyeheheheheh. I’m just trying to clip those wings of yours.” He pulled himself up, leg bending under the pressure. He nearly fell to his knees, but he knew that would show weakness. He forced himself to stand straight, leg obviously at the wrong angle.

"Give them to me and I won’t kill you."

(Source: badspeeder)

» time 23 hours ago   » notes 24
#rodimusstars 

rodimusstars asked,

This is going to be awkward. ::Hey, mono-optic. I found some stuff out. The important mech you lost... He was on a Tyan Earth?::

rodimusstars:

badspeeder:

image

What the hell did Rodimus want now? His finial twitched. x-; My name is Blurr. Not mono-optic. Hmn. You’re asking a question you know the answer to already. Insulting. Yes, that’s where he’s from. Who cares? ;-x

::Sorry about all that. Really. I shouldn’t have come I see why Drift didn’t want me there.::

::Good. I will not pout you have to follow him everywhere but also mean you have to see him kissing me and not pout your self!::

Ha!

x-; Whatever. It doesn’t matter. I succeeded partially. Didn’t really need your mutiny halfway through. ;-x

His digits gripped onto the knife in hand. He threw it forward, burying it into the wall all the way to the hilt. Steam hissed from his shoulder pauldrons as his finials twitched.

x-; Tactless. You saw what they did to them- what they did to him. And that’s your grand line? Thank you, Rodimus. Thank you so much. I have work to do. Are we done here? ;-x

He sounds done.

» time 23 hours ago   » notes 24
#rodimusstars 

rodimusstars asked,

This is going to be awkward. ::Hey, mono-optic. I found some stuff out. The important mech you lost... He was on a Tyan Earth?::

rodimusstars:

badspeeder:

image

What the hell did Rodimus want now? His finial twitched. x-; My name is Blurr. Not mono-optic. Hmn. You’re asking a question you know the answer to already. Insulting. Yes, that’s where he’s from. Who cares? ;-x

"Because your rules are so wrong!!" He shouted off the commlink, angrily vent. For Drift! "DAMNIT DRIFT! I hate your friend!"

::Fine Don’t care! I don’t care I don’t if you care. But for Drift I will pretend to. You are not playing by my rules for me do it for him! You want on this ship to see him then do this! I swear by the after spark to never touch foot to your cyber-soil again. I will never force myself into a mission involving you or your planet.::

Blurr’s been throwing knives at the wall for the entire conversation. He, too, is very angry about the whole thing.

x-; You’re not understanding me. You didn’t play by my rules for me, nor did you do it for him. You expect me to follow your rules because it’s your ship? What’s the difference between that and my universe? ;-x He groaned, dragging his claws over his faceplate.

x-; FINE. Fine, I’ll follow your stupid rules. But, you can’t sit there and pout. Remember, I can’t leave Drift’s sight. That means I have to follow him all over the place. ;-x

» time 23 hours ago   » notes 22
#rurounidrift 

rurounidrift:

«… Yeah, it… it does that to people without Primus-given sparks. Your lucky if all it did was burn you; it melted me.»

«Just—just reminding you, that’s all. Sorry.’

«I’m not too fond of him either. I understand that he’s an important figure to the Autobots, but…» A vaguely disgruntled sound.

x-; Well, whatever it did to me, I didn’t wake up until a day later. No clue what happened. I just know a few circuits in my processor were completely fried. ;-x

x-; Sorry for what? I’m just saying, I get it. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure it out. ;-x

x-; He’s obnoxious. He’s overbearing. He’s always watching and waiting for a little mistake so he can call it out so everyone can see. He’s always waiting to smack you around verbally so that he can seem superior. I don’t like Ultra Magnus. Never did. ;-x

» time 1 day ago   » notes 24
#maverickofmayhem #meme answer #au 

maverickofmayhem:

::Blurr, stop it! We’re not enemies! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean t’ use a sonic!:: Thundercracker whined, trying to twist his wing out of Blurr’s grip. He couldn’t get grounded. If he was grounded, it would be all over for him.

The elbow caught him in the back of the neck, a little lower than where Blurr had been aiming and flooding TC’s processor with stars. It was enough to get him to stumble, and with the smaller mech tearing at his armor it wasn’t hard to get him unbalanced.

He might have toppled over. Hopefully Blurr can get out of the way into time, because if not…

x-; You did it on purpose! You’re trying to kill me! ;-x At least, that was what he felt like. Thundercracker had somehow gotten rid of his voices. It was a fight now. Yet, Blurr wasn’t sure how he ended up on the back of the jet. A soft whisper beneath his audio caused the finial to rattle.

Dodge. Velocity. He only missed one, but the other was gracious enough to be kind. He pulled at the wing, slamming his heel against the armor. He tried to pull, but that was when the jet teetered.

And fell.

Blurr was fast, but with a knife stuck somewhere and his claws curled in, he didn’t have enough time to yank himself out of the way fully. He only got halfway. And then, when that jet hit the ground, his leg was pinned directly by it. And it hurt. He let out a sound- choking like an injured animal. He frantically reached for his leg, kicking with his other leg at the jet’s shoulder. "G-get off! Get off! Get off!"

(Source: badspeeder)