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[pseudo-spark]

Transformers RP masterlist!

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* 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐒  𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄  :  𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍  𝟏.

feel free to change pronouns / wording!

“ another parking ticket? ”

“ new york’s finest soil themselves. ”  

“ keep a low profile. ”  

“ do i ever need back-up? ”  

“ about… that back-up… ”  

“ standing around here sulking won’t bring him back. ”

“ your opinion is noted. ”  

“ may i take your order? ”  

“ so that’s two ‘we’re not as funny as we think we are’ combos with a side of ‘bite me.’ ”  

“ experience suggests i should never cut a rug… unless i’m installing carpet. ”  

“ tell anyone about me and i will hunt you down. ”

“ why are those guys shooting at us!? ”  

“ i get it, i get it. the first rule of robot fight club is don’t talk about robot fight club. ”  

“ are you willing to make the ultimate sacrifice? ”  

“ are you insane? ”

“ i needed that! ”  

“ you know this is complex technology, don’t you? ”  

“ let’s get you home, partner. ”  

“ i’d stick around but i’m squeamish. ”  

“ the joint’s gonna blow! ”  

“ can i come with next time? ”

“ he was mutated… butchered. ”  

“ i’m pretty sure the cops will be out looking for me. ”  

“ have you broken the law? ”  

“ i just wanted to say i’m really sorry for your loss. ”  

“ what could you possibly know about loss? ”  

“ you will take me for a spin every once in a while? ”

“ leave a note for your mom, she worries! ”  

“ thought you might actually enjoy the ride if you weren’t getting shot at. ”

“ thank goodness for peace and quiet. ”  

“ house guests can be such a bother. ”  

“ playing bodyguard is one thing, babysitting’s another. ”

“ my hearing is sharp as ever. ”  

“ i sometimes mess around on the harmonica. ”  

“ this one’s a ballad - my fist, your face! ”  

“ what? i saw it on tv. ”  

“ you know how to hack? ”

“ you treat all your guests this nice? ”  

“ i have no appreciation for human humour. ”  

“ i got an issue with the customer service around here, could i speak to the manager? ”  

“ whoa, are your bones vibrating? ”  

“ i am the only one you can rely upon now. ”  

“ it’s your fault that we’re stuck in this intensity. ”

“ well maybe i have some regard for your safety. ”  

“ how do you know it isn’t just a recipe for space nachos? ”  

“ you fought zombies and i missed it? ”  

“ this isn’t a game! ”  

“ now i understand why you had to rush home. ”  

“ stop trying to pretend you’re normal. ”

“ i think normal suits me fine. ”  

“ maybe you’re growing on me. ”  

“ put on some pants! ”  

“ security sure is lax in this place. ”  

“ i owe you one. ”  

“ you’re a human, can you build me a small intestine? ”

“ i would be willing to consider a truce, if you would be willing to bow before me. ”  

“ no one could’ve survived this. ”  

“ everyone believes you are deceased. ”  

“ i’ve always wanted to see snow. ”  

“ i will bring you back a snowball. ”

“ oh? scared of losing? ”  

“ they pick you apart from the inside out. ”  

“ i get to be your bodyguard for once. ”  

“ did you just scream like a little girl? ”  

“ okay… wish i hadn’t seen that. ”  

“ how about a game? ”

“ one should not be measured by size alone. ”  

“ i’d invite you in, but the place is a mess! ”  

“ what’s with all the security? ”  

“ if you’re trying to ruin my day, you’re gonna have to try harder. ”  

“ ever think i might need a hand here? ”  

“ seemed like a good idea at the time. ”  

“ you don’t seem like yourself. ”  

“ you’re not planning to leave already, are you? ”  

“ you’re gonna tell me everything i wanna know. ”

“ you lead a charmed life, walking among titans. ”  

“ whoa, you’re pretty fierce. ”  

“ never leave the enemy with the spoils. ”  

“ maybe we should jump? ”  

“ did detention end early? ”  

“ you can’t just cut detention! ”

“ eugh, you sound like my parents. ”  

“ you’re smarter than you let on. ”  

“ i hate talking to machines. ”  

“ covertly and giant robots don’t really go together. ”  

“ we’re already trespassers and thieves, why not add forgery to the list? ”

“ winning isn’t enough, you wanna make him cry. ”  

“ i’m an automobile enthusiast. ”  

“ what part of ‘just this once’ did you not understand? ”  

“ do you know how hard that is to replace? ”  

“ really wish i’d packed some insect repellent. ”  

“ quite the outdoors-man, aren’t you? ”

“ you’re kinda freaking me out here! ”  

“ your sense of direction could use some improvement. ”  

“ partners don’t ditch partners. ”  

“ at some point you really have to ask yourself, is it them, or is it me? ”  

“ that’s the spirit! play hard to get! ”  

“ i do not enjoy being bored. ”

“ you scratch my back, i scratch yours. ”  

“ i do not believe in spirits. ”  

“ you tricked me! ”  

“ how long have you been there…? ”  

“ i love when a plan comes together! ”

“ i can’t believe you made me lose my phone! ”  

“ not a word about this, to anyone. ”  

“ there i am, minding my own business when my arm just falls off! ”  

“ this isn’t mine. ”  

“ how about when i finish with you, i pay her a visit? ”  

“ since you evidently aren’t squeamish, i’ll allow you to watch. ”

“ marco! – you’re supposed to say polo! ”  

“ just keep that thing pointed away from me, alright? ”  

“ thanks for walking me home, you’re a real gentleman. ”  

“ and i wore heels and everything… ”  

“ a scout should be silent but deadly. ”  

“ silent but deadly means something completely different on earth. ”

“ no matter where i turn, i’m the third wheel. ”  

“ why don’t you just marry her!? ”  

“ would you stay still? ”  

“ you’ve finally become tiresome, predictable - you’ve hit rock bottom. ”

“ i just need to rest for a second, that’s all. ”  

“ i don’t wanna hurt you. ”

“ seize the day! ”  

“ yes, run! i would love to see you try. ”  

“ if you think i’m gonna beg for mercy, forget it! ”  

“ ah, yes, begging for mercy would be quite pathetic, wouldn’t it? ”

“ i was never destined to be a leader. ”  

“ we’re out numbered and out-gunned. ”

“ that information is need to know, and right now - you don’t. ”  

“ the past has a way of catching up with the present. ”  

“ i prefer working alone. ”  

“ revenge will not bring back those we have lost. ”  

“ i’m not really so bad, you know. ”  

“ it is the external wounds which heal the quickest. ”

“ would you mind lowering the volume? ”  

“ innocent vehicles battling for the pleasure of human spectators? eugh - bloodsport! ”  

“ back-up is what i’m built for. ”  

“ games are only fun to play, when you’re winning. ”  

“ sometimes i wish i could do more. ”  

“ how is it that such small beings can be so loud? ”

“ are you hurt? you fell. ”  

“ you need to keep your emotions in check. ”  

“ do not believe everything you read. ”  

“ watch out for the quiet ones. ”  

[pseudo-spark]

“Hey everyone, Hydroplane and I wanted to wish you all a merry Christmas and happy holidays! We hope each of you had or have a great holiday, and we’ll see you all in the new year!”

[pseudo-spark]

The red button sat apart from the main console. Surely it couldn’t be dangerous, otherwise Ratchet would have secured it, especially with Miko running around. “I’m gonna press it..” hesitating only a moment Overkill eagerly slapped the button.

Not a second after an alarm blared, and red emergency lights flooded the room. Startled Overkill hastily hit the button again shutting down the alert system. “Ow, my audials..” he looked to Kelsey grinning sheepishly, “Let’s not do that again.”

❛  any idea what would happen if i pressed this button ?  ❜ 

@pseudo-spark

"I don't know, but I don't think I want to find out, granted it's a red button of all things," Kelsey uneasily stared at it from a distance, "If you wanna push it, be my guest, but leave me time to run out of here first.'"

[pseudo-spark]

Welcome to Maccadam’s!

Jovial hoots of celebration and clinking of glasses roared over the music in a sudden surge. On screen above, cameras replayed the last-minute snatching of the game cube, its successful holder raising his newly earned prize above his helm, and then consumed in a flash of blue light. Another successful win for Iacon, it seems. Shouts of merriment were soon followed with groans of disappointment, slapping of credits in awaiting servos, and the all-too-familiar call for another round.

Highball was nothing short of happy to oblige. “On it, doll!” 

She set down her rag and the glass that forever remains unclean, switching her selection out for several mugs. Humming as she poured, she called out to her fellow bar hand, “Oi! Fizz! We getting low on oilnog, keep an optic on the front while I go to the back to grab another barrel for the tap.”

A bottle flipped in the air, its owner spinning to catch it and pour a row of shots aligned on the bar in front of her in fluid motion. “You got it, love. Don’t be too long, or you’ll miss all the excitement.” 

As if on time, a chime signaled the entrance of new customers. 

“Speaking of excitement… There’s a set of new faces,” Fizz hummed, her mouth turned in an upwards smirk. “I wonder what stories they bring? One thing is for sure, this is going to be fun.”

[pseudo-spark]

Been a hot minute since I drew Overkill, here's a silly boy 😜

[pseudo-spark]

Really want to get back into rp now that I have the means to do so. So to any who want to start an adventure with my charming boy don’t be shy!

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@alpha113nredshirteradicon

Overkill couldn’t help but chuckle, “You of all mechs would hope that.” His friend was ridiculous, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“I know, I know. I’m trying think of something we could do.” He contemplated in silence for a few moments until finally he thought he had something, “Ok, so there’s no way I’d be able to just sneak you out of here, and I can’t just ask them to let you go. Although...maybe if you gave them some small piece of information I could convince them to?”

“Is there anything you could give them? Like, I don’t know, a small energon mine location or something? You’re not a high ranking officer so I doubt they would think you’d have any critical information. Besides we find mines all the time, there’s no way Megatron could trace us finding another back to you.”

@pseudo-spark

I was a bad day in the Decepticon ranks. The Autobots won a small victory but in Megatron’s eyes it was as if the Autobots won the war. He was pissed and everyone on the ship knew it, they could feel the tension. And that metaphorical piss trickled down. Megatron was directly angry with Starscream. Somehow everything was his fault and the commander was abused for it. Knock Out and Breakdown heard it too. Soundwave was usually chill, but after learning his body language you could tell he was irritated. When a report was sent to him he was quick to deal with it and get back to whatever it was he was doing before. He acted like he wanted to be left alone.

When the commanders were angry the troops were treated like crap, and when the troops were treated like crap it set the troops off and there was a lot of in-fighting. Because of that some vehicons and insecticons got into it, Megatron found out, beat Starscream, ticked off Starscream and Starscream started shooting. He severely injured some insecticons and vehicons and told them that was their punishment. They were sent to Knock Out, but he seemed less than enthused to repair anyone. Some good mechs died that night.

A group of eradicons were dispatched to do some recon but a storm blew in. The wind whipped them all about and connections were lost. It was raining really hard and the lightning interference was messing with his sensors. He couldn’t tell what was around him, how high in the sky he was or how low. He couldn’t manually see through the pounding rain which made a white-out scenario. It was in the later evening, the sun was mostly set but it seemed two hours darker than a clear day with the dark clouds.

The eradicon’s sensors faded in briefly to tell him know he was extremely close to an object, but it was too late. He flew right into the side of a mesa, crashing and tumbling down, transforming at some point. He looked up at the sky and saw a flash of lightning. It was the last thing he saw before blacking out with sensors lighting up his hud.

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@defect-mechanic

Overkill was glad when he could sense the tension dissolve from her EM field, it wasn’t fair for a youngling to carry that much tension and darkness. At least, he thought, she didn’t have to go through it alone. Jointlock had support and bots who cared about her wellbeing, Overkill would’ve given anything for the same in his early days. Though he should count himself lucky to have eventually found others who truly cared about him, and who wanted to give him a chance at leaving all that darkness behind. There were others who weren’t so fortunate.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Overkill shrugged and absentmindedly scratched at the dirt, “Though..” He paused unsure of himself, “Optimus tells me that avoiding and ignoring your past can only make it worse. He says talking about it will help me overcome it...but I don’t know. Can you really get over your past just by talking about it?”

Overkill sighed heavily sending out small clouds of dirt from his vents where it had settled. There was truth in Optimus’ words part of him knew that, but he couldn’t shake the fear of just what might happen if he were to face his past. What if it sparked an episode that he couldn’t control, or talking about it just didn’t work for him? Dozens of what-if scenarios ran through his mind as a wave of anxiety washed through his EM field.

After a long moment of staring at the small gouges he’d left in the dirt floor, contemplating, Overkill finally turned his attention back to Jointlock. Uncertainty clear in his expression he asked her, “What do you think?”

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Her little field trip to Mine D-28 wasn’t supposed to have taken this long to complete. Heck, she really shouldn’t have left the Nemesis in the first place, since the last time without telling her guardian she almost got stuck at the bottom of the ocean after trying to perform an aerial trick. Starscream was not too happy about having to fish her out afterwards, but he had deemed having waterlogged systems and being stuck in the medbay for a few days punishment enough. This did not dissuade her from sneaking out again.

This trip stemmed from the fact that Jointlock needed energon crystals, or that she was completely and utterly bored. Any sparkling would be when stuck on a warship all day and having nothing to do but repetitive repair work. She needed the energon crystals for her own personal side project she had been tinkering, and most of the energon coming up to the ship was already processed. So, the only way to get the crystals was to go to the mines herself and personally collect them.

The reason it was taking so long was because while she had been deep in the caverns of the mine, everyone else had been recalled to the ship after a raid attempt. So now, Jointlock was mindlessly wandering the cave tunnels, trying to get a good enough signal to comm Soundwave for a bridge or a possible way out. The only thing on her mind right now was, ‘Screamer is so going to kill me when I get back.’

[pseudo-spark]

Overkill is back!

My new computer finally arrived, and I’m officially back on tumblr! I plan to start writing replies this week, and will hopefully keep up with them regularly from now on.

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A little dark side Overkill for ya! Always wanted to try something like this :)

Pre-gif/original images below cut ⤵️

[pseudo-spark]

Inside his mind memories flashed by seemingly on an eternal loop as voices from the past shouted, screamed, or pleaded from all sides repeating themselves again and again. Overkill cried out as he reached his breaking point but it was drowned out by the earsplitting cacophony that surrounded him.

On the outside Overkill made no indication that he’d heard Breakout’s demands or was even aware of being restrained. Still unaware of the outside world Overkill shuttered his optics the bombardment of images before him. Opening them again he was greeted by a dark void, a welcomed change, but a new voice joined the rest speaking above them all in an eerily calm tone. It was his voice.

Spinning on his heel Overkill frantically searched for the source but in here it seemed to come from everywhere at once. There was no up or down just an endless void, and he quickly became disoriented. Vents faltering Overkill began to panic, “it’s not real it’s not real he’s not real” he wanted to believe his own words but found himself in doubt.

All the while the disembodied voice encouraged him to give in to the panic and fear. Allow the darkness of his mind to take over and it would all be better. Overkill knew it was all lies, but he didn’t have the strength to fight that part of himself.

Overkill was full ready to accept defeat as the familiar numbness bled into his mind, that is until his audials picked up the addition of another voice, faint but it was there. It called out once, then again. He recognized it as the mech he’d encountered earlier, and something in his mind finally clicked, “I’m not here, I’m out there. None of this is real.” He spoke more to the voices around him than to himself. Shuttering his optics and covering his audials he blocked out his surroundings mentally clinging to that thread of reality and willing himself to wake up.

All at once the tension vanished from his frame and his vents hissed as he drew in a proper intake. Despite this Overkill’s optics remained closed as he struggled to gain full control over his consciousness.

pseudo-spark​:

Time for Overkill seemed to come to a stand still, perpetually stuck in an exhaustion induced series of nightmares. Trapped in a rerun of his life. One moment strapped to a lab table, the next under Megatron’s crushing heel the shooting pain of his cockpit shattering fresh as the day it happened. Barely enough time to process the memory, and Megatron’s form vanished replaced by bodies, enemy and ally, littering the energon stained battle field before him. An image he’d long since buried, or so he thought.

It soon became clear that he wasn’t in charge here, his body wouldn’t respond not even a twitch of his digits. Fear gripped his spark as he desperately willed his frame to budge to do anything, but it was no use, he was a puppet to his own mind. This wasn’t real he’d lived these events they were memories, Overkill reminded himself again and again willing himself back to reality. As things continued without pause he was quickly losing touch with what exactly his reality was.

On the outside the only signs of life from his motionless frame were ragged vents hardly above a whisper, and the subtle groan of joints and cables under too high tension. Overkill’s face twisted into an expression of pure anguish, his denta ready to crack under the pressure, and servos clenching tight enough to leave indents.

Breakout ran to the end of the wallway, up to the point where he knew that no cameras would be able to spot him and them began casually walking towards Overkill’s room. He casually waved at Bulkhead as he passed by and crossed his arms behind his back, trying his best to look as calm and collected as possible.

Inside his chest, he could feel his spark beating against its own casing. His fuel liked were pumping his energon at 150% of their normal speed and a warning had popped up on his HUD, warning him that unless he turned on his cooling fans at this moment, he was going to start overheating.

To say that he was stressed and on the edge, would be an understatement.

The moment he was out of the main room, he ran. He skidded down the hallway and checked twice before putting his palm on the scanner next to Overkill’s door, to make sure that no one would see him getting in.

The scanner made a soft ‘beep’ sound as it completed the scan and unlocked the door. Breakout grabbed the handle and twisted it, shoving the door open with his shoulder. He stepped in, stumbling over a piece of broken furniture that had fallen in front of the door and shut it behind him.

“Decepticon!“ he frantically yelled squatting down to take ahold of Overkill’s wrists to immobilize him “Stop this! Stop this right now! You’re hurting yourself!“

[pseudo-spark]

🥇- Favorite TF series // 💜- Fav Decepticon? // 💞- Any Ships? Who’s your current fav?

🥇- Favorite TF series

I haven’t seen them all, but out of the ones I’ve seen Transformers Prime is my absolute number one. It’s the show I grew up with and it has a special place in my heart. I also feel it has one of the best stories behind it, some of the best animation for any TF show we’ve seen, and I LOVE that it’s not geared towards little kids it’s a little more serious and dark. Don’t get me wrong I love rescue bots it’s heckin cute, but I’m a sucker for angsty more adult stuff when it comes to TF.

💜- Fav Decepticon?

Starscream. Especially G1 verse. Despite failing at overthrowing Megatron again and again, he’s actually extremely intelligent and a highly dangerous warrior. If given the chance I think he would actually make a pretty good leader. He’s also just graceful and beautiful, those colors, those heels and that jet form ✨gorgeous✨. 

💞- Any Ships? Who’s your current fav?

I have quite a few ships, but my all time favorites are (G1) MegaStar, (tfp) Optimus/Ratchet, (tfp) Knockout/Breakdown, and Heatwave/Kade.

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TRANSFORMERS ASK GAME

📽- What was your first TF series?

🥇- Favorite TF series

🤖- What got you into TF?

❤️- Fav Autobot?

💜- Fav Decepticon?

🤍- Fav Neutral or Obscure Character?

💞- Any Ships? Who's your current fav?

🎶- Best Theme song?

🥲- Saddest Anime Betrayal?

🔪- Character you would Kill if you could.

😘- Character you'd give a lil kiss to~

🥴- Do you simp for any robots?

🍳- Character that you would go to Brunch with

🍻- Character that deserves a year of free drinks at Maccadams

💬- Favorite Obscure TF fact!

[pseudo-spark]

Overkill listened intently to her story taking in every detail. Immediately his smile dropped and a myriad of emotions washed over his face. His EM field flared with burning fury upon hearing that Autobots would dare toss a helpless youngling out to fend for itself. They didn’t deserve the title, it was bots like them that poisoned their cause and name.

Learning how long she’d gone with a severe rust infection had horror quickly replacing fury. Servos dropping from his helm his jaw went slack in disbelief. How had no one, not a single bot, found this youngling? Had they simply ignored her and her need for help? How could they do nothing?! Anger trickled back in if only for a moment.

The thought of Jointlocks wings slowly and painfully rusting away had his own wings subconsciously flexing. He couldn’t- or rather didn’t want to imagine how that possibly could have felt. The agonizing pain she must have suffered through made him wince in sympathy. No bot deserves that kind of pain.

Reaching the end of her story he was glad to know it all ended as well as it could have, but he now felt guilt twist his spark for even asking her to relive that dark time. Primus knew he had plenty he’d rather forget.

Feeling he had to offer comfort of some degree Overkill reached out hesitantly, fearful he may harm her through simple contact, and ever so carefully rested his servo on her pede. “No..I’m sorry.” Sympathy filled his EM field, he understood what she felt. “I know what it’s like wanting to forget about all the pain. I shouldn’t have asked in the first place. It’s terrible what happened to you, and I’m so sorry you had to go through it alone.” He paused to gain control over his building anger as he thought back to the “Autobots” she mentioned, “And those Autobots who abandoned you, those were not real Autobots. True Autobots would never have done something like that, and I believe that with all my spark.”

He sighed at that, “Though now I see why you would hate Autobots.” pausing momentarily he continued with a more, somewhat false, cheerful attitude, “But you made it through all that and are here today, and that’s amazing.”

“Also, I was totally right that Screamer was your guardian.” He chuckled at the fact.

Retreating from her space Overkill leaned back on his servos, “Now, since you gave me your life story it’s only fair I let you grill me about mine.” He offered up with a genuine smile, though deep down he was afraid of just what may be brought up.

pseudo-spark​:

Surprise was clear on his face, that was not at all what he expected her to say. Not enemies? A Decepticon seeing an Autobot as anything other than a foe or a target, was unheard of. It was a nice change.

The light contact on his arm had him frozen, unsure, he couldn’t remember the last time physical contact from another felt like anything other than a threat. Now he felt oddly comforted by it. It took Overkill a long moment to work his vocalizer and put together a response. “I- Really? You don’t just see me as the enemy?” A smile returned to his face, “That’s nice to hear for once. Sorry about earlier..was kinda rude.” Changing how he acted towards others was a long process, but he hated being so cold and mean. It remind him too much of how Megatron was, and he loathed to be anything like that monster. He was determined to be the exact opposite.

Overkill again sat on the dusty ground not wanting to loom over Jointlock and make her uncomfortable. Shrugging Overkill leaned forward elbows on his knees and helm in his servos giving her his undivided attention. It was clear he didn’t plan on moving for a while, “I got nothin’ but time, and I don’t mind long stories. But its up to you, you just tell me the version you feel up to sharing.” He offered a friendly smile to ease her worries.

A small smile formed on Joint’s face as she watched the mech sit down and settle in for a story. Her mind was trying to work out how much she wanted to tell Overlook about her early, early life, as it wasn’t something she liked talking about. It involved a lot of pain and fear, even now when it was so far back in her life. She took a deep vent, letting her frame relax a bit, before deciding where to start.

“So, it starts back when I was a sparkling, like super young, only a couple vorns old. The mechs who made me…they didn’t like what they got. I had problems, they called them defects, and they didn’t want to have someone with all of those problems. So they, y’know, kicked me out into the middle of this war as soon as I was able to ingest regular grade energon,” she described to him, keeping it vague as Joint didn’t want to start reliving her past right now. “So I was alone, fending for myself and moving battlefield to battlefield trying to live off of abandoned rations, or anything really. I didn’t know any better.”

There was a visible shudder from Jointlock, optics shuttering softly before she continued. “I started getting sick. I think had hurt myself when traveling and got an open cut on my back. Within a couple days, my entire back and wings had been infected with rust. And since I didn’t know how to deal with a rust infection, it just continually got worse and worse. I kept moving until I couldn’t anymore, which landed me in Decepticon territory before my frame was succumbed to the rust. I couldn’t walk, I couldn’t eat, my back and wings had gone numb at that point.

“At some point, a seeker squadron had flew overhead and spotted me. The mechs who created me were Autobots, so I didn’t know what was going to happen to me once they landed. Everything in those last couple days are blurry for me, but from what I heard from Hook, apparently the squadron picked up my energy signature and upon seeing I was a seeker, they thought I belonged to someone at base and took me back. I had a stage three rust infection, and Hook had to operate at me to save my spark from going out. 

“My wings were completely dead, so they had to be removed. I was in the medbay for a long time after that, recovering, but apparently Screamer came in a lot to see how I was doing, along with his trinemates. Hook said ‘he took interest’ in me, which I still don’t really understand what that meant, but he became my guardian shortly afterwards. I’ve been with him and the cons ever since,” she finished up, rubbing her optics as she felt them leak a bit. “Sorry…”

[pseudo-spark]

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐓𝐈𝐂 ; 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

bold what applies, italic what sometimes applies and strike what never applies feel free to add on!

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. being unable to stop smiling. laughter. bear hugs. happy tears. waving arms around. dancing. contently sighing. eyes twinkling. laugh lines. childlike playfulness. skipping. talking more. affection. cracking more jokes than usual. gesturing more when talking. higher pitched voice. squealing. jumping around. clapping.

𝐒𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. tearing up. self-hugging. one-arm cross. an aching chest. scratchy throat. a runny nose. turning away. deep breathes. quivery smiles. crying. infantile sobbing. hands gripping each other or an object. covering mouth. puffy eyes. eyes appear red. running makeup. voice breaking. a distant or empty stare. monotone voice. asking for comfort. faking a smile. crumbling. shaking. whimpering. depression. abusing an unhealthy habit. withdrawing from others. big teary eyes. doing something even if it could hurt them.

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫. furrowed brows. baring teeth. passive-aggressive comments. avoiding eye contact. sarcasm. headache. sore muscles. hiding clenched fists. irritability. jumping to conclusions. raising voice. going silent. demanding immediate action. keeping it all in until exploding. body tensing. making risky decisions. middle finger.

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐫. wanting to flee or hide. what-ifs. images of what-could-be flashing in mind. uncontrollable trembling. rapid breathing. screaming. a skewed sense of time. irritability. keeping silent. denying fear. turning away from the cause. pretending to be brave. nail-biting. lip-biting. scratching skin. a joking tone but a voice that cracks. fainting. insomnia. panic attacks. exhaustion. substance abuse. tics. rushing adrenaline.  face draining of colour. hair lifting on the back of the neck. feeling rooted to the spot. making body as small as possible. staring but not seeing. crying. a shrill voice. whispering. gripping something or someone. stuttering. flinching at noises. pleading.

𝐄𝐱𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. constantly yawning. blurring words together. dark circles or lines under eyes. mood swings. hallucinations. calling people by the wrong name. dizziness. denying their tired. slow blinking. trouble concentrating. stumbling. leaning on a doorframe for support. sluggish movements. falling asleep someplace that isn’t a bed. becoming irritated by the smallest things. “i’m awake, i’m fine.”. shaking so bad they spill their drink. fall asleep in their clothes. lay their head on the table because they’re so tired. passing out.