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[silenceofthewave]

You receive your very first resume in the morning, almost as soon as the option is open. The position it's applying for is a... Soundwave Specialist?

The "experience" section lists the amount of time Soundwave and Shockwave have been together-- several vorns by now. -has collaborated with Soundwave on projects of varying complexity -has tolerated innumerable pranks from it and its symbiotes -has successfully communicated and navigated through various relationship obstacles with it. Skills: patience | attention to detail | advanced problem solving | symbiote handling | data cable navigation | lifting it with one arm

....It even has a cover letter attached to it! As evidenced by my resume, I have ample experience in management and cohabitation with Soundwave, leading me to believe I hold ample qualification for the title of Soundwave Specialist.

I thank you for your consideration, and hope to speak to you soon.

(@dailydoseoflogic)

Soundwave sat back at its new desk, mere minutes before the firm opened. It let itself take a moment to bask in the morning light, to truly enjoy this new beginning. It ran a servo against the lip of the desk, watching as the clock on its terminal struck 0800.

A feeling of triumph sank into its processors. Soundwave had done it. It had opened its own cybersecurity firm. It had achieved this long standing dream, and it was all thanks to its incredible, insightful, intelligent, gorgeous conjunx.

Truly, Soundwave would not be here without Shockwave and his unshakable guidance.

As the clock ticked to 0801, a ping came from its terminal. A new customer? Already? The triumph gave way to excitement as it opened the message.

Strange... Instead of a customer consultation request, it was a fully completed resumé, cover letter and all. Soundwave knew that its recruiters were working hard, but to have something sent directly to it, this early on opening day? Well, they must have discovered something special...

Without wasting a moment, Soundwave opened the resumé file.

At first, it was confused. This was not what a cybersecurity resumé should look like. The font was all wrong, as was the color and- wait.

It leaned in a little closer to get a better look. Instead of "Cybersecurity Specialist" this resumé read "Soundwave Specialist". Soundwave squinted in suspicion.

It took its time reading over the document, suspicion giving way to satisfaction, then to an overwhelming feeling of love. Shockwave was not usually one for pranks; for him to pull one with this much effort and attention to detail put into it? Soundwave didn't have the words for how it felt.

Loved. Soundwave felt loved.

After taking a moment to gather itself, Soundwave printed off the two documents. It would have to get a frame for them at some point, but for now placing them on the wall with a clip will have to do. Its office was sparse with decoration for the moment, but the new addition already made the space feel like a home away from home.

At 0812, a response email was sent.

"Thank you for sending in your resumé.

Our recruitment team and head architect agree that you fill all of the requirements and criteria for the applied role of Soundwave Specialist. The head of the firm is inviting you to lunch for a more indepth interview about what this role will entail. It hopes to see you soon.

KS Solutions."

[silenceofthewave]

{ Might be inebriated, might not be. }

The words were in Shockwave's mind, per usual. Though, Soundwave hadn't even taken its lips off his helm. No, rather, it was beginning to mouth gently at the bottom antennae, lips feathering along the edge. Before long, Soundwave's glossa was toying with the very tip of the small metal protrusion.

A datacable took the dataslate from Shockwave's hand and placed it on the floor next to them. Quickly, it wrapped around his wrist and guided his hand to its aft.

Its voice was almost teasing now, { Can stop if you want... }

Hmmm... It's missing a kiss from one singular person.

Soundwave approaches Shockwave, visor nowhere in sight, and sits right down on his lap. Without even saying a word, it tips his head to the side and immediately presses a very wet kiss to the underside of his helm mere centimeters away from his lower antennae.

He had been taking this time to catch up on his reading-- as much as he disliked the excessive jabbering of the riffraff, he was exceptionally good at tuning them out when he wanted to. He didn't even notice Soundwave approach until it was practically on top of him, jolting him from his datapad.

This wasn't an entirely new experience, but, in public? He looked at soundwave from waist to helm, only to realize the mech was visorless, at that.

His optic may have experienced a minor malfunction-- just a bit of a flicker. He can't even formulate a response before he feels Soundwave's lips on his helm, and he instinctively pulls it in closer. Was this... acceptable? Were others watching this display? Did he care?

It takes a second before he returns his own little zap of electromagnetic discharge, regaining his composure. "I see you're in a.... rare mood, tonight."

[prevailinghatred]

@dailydoseoflogic cont. from here.

"Thank you," Megatron acknowledged, as he was let into the room. He approached Shockwave's worktable, looking with mild curiosity at the schematics spread out before them. It appears as though the other had been in the midst of adjusting the plans for some kind of black hole generator that Megatron knew he hadn't sanctioned, but which he'd undoubtedly indulge, once the other was ready to present his findings. He decided not to remark on it, as the blueprints were rolled up and put away.

"I appreciate you taking the time to see me," he continued, standing respectfully opposite him, arms crossed behind his back. Blunted fingers rested gracefully on his fusion canon as he regarded his fourth in command. "But yes, there is something I require of you. I had an idea for something new, and I want to know if you think it's achievable. And if so, what you'd require from me to make it happen in a timely manner."

He withdrew a remote from his subspace, and pointed it at a display perpendicular to them, something they could both see. An image of their shattered Spacebridge flared to life; a still-smoking ruin, even though its destruction was many months ago.

"Would it be possible to augment the Spacebridge so that it can not only enable us to travel intergalactically, but also inter-dimensionally? And even among the very fabric of time?"

He knew he was asking a lot of Shockwave, to not only repair the Spacebridge but also add onto its functionality. In truth, his idea was more of a 'hey, this might be useful to us,' than something of dire necessity, and he knew that Shockwave of all mechs would surely find some pleasure in a project such as this one — with its many complications and theoretical concerns. The risk of paradoxes intrinsic to time travel was a huge obstacle, and one that Megatron wasn't sure could be avoided should they forge ahead with his idea. Nor was he sure if the risk of such technology would be worth it. But he wanted to hear the other's thoughts before deciding conclusively one way or another.

[autobotmedic]

[ Because I have SEVERAL left and I don't really want these to entirely take over my blog, I have put all of the remaining cards under a readmore. I love and appreciate all of you and will respond to them individually, I just wanted to group the rest all together in one place. Okay thank you <3

@polyhexianchicken

"I think you have a soulful eye, Whirl."

___

@13urningstars

Tossing her metaphorical hat into the ring. For fun ♡

"I already consider you to be interesting company, Cherrybomb. Are you looking to try being friends?"

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@dailydoseoflogic

This is one of several sheets that Soundwave saw fit to send to me. Notes are as follows: 1. I have been told I am, but I have little concrete evidence of this. 2. I tend to exercise this only after establishing a bond. 3. I can be, yes. 4. Your contributions to the field of medicine are appreciable, even if we are of different factions.

"Mmh... I have learned new information, and I acknowledge the observation on my scientific endeavors. We might even be capable of friendship, were it not for our different views on ethical matters."

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@gladiatorspxrked

"Parental was a little bit tricky to really confirm, so I just left it blank."

"Impressive. We should have no trouble getting along for the most part, then."

___

@milkiigalaxii

Star hands over hers

"I see you are finding the reasons that I like you, little one."

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@doctor-pharma

"..... I'm sorry, who are you?"

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@wilfre-the-medical-bot

............ If I'm gonna be honest... My apprentice, Hummer, made me do this... Say whatever you'd like about it... Vrrrrrr...

"That's. Quite a lot. Congratulations, it is impressive."

[wcrkerbee]

I had been concerned that the vague nature of these "bingo cards" would only lead to false positives, but it appears to not be so in this case. I am thankful to have not "won" anything in this instance.

(@dailydoseoflogic)

"Uhhuh, yeah, you and me both, pal." Bumblebee laughs at least mostly good-naturedly about it, despite his tension.

"Though, your -- um -- well," he flounders. "I'll just say that some of these are... surprising. Yeah."

[stolid-syllogism]

OOC

Serious rp blog is @dailydoseoflogic

Made a new account (!!) for roleplay shenanigans. Mix of G1 and Earthspark elements. I promise my Shockwave isn't weirdly against terrans.

May end up being a companion blog to my fanfic, Deliverance: Bygone Scars.

[prevailinghatred]

@flameofprimus @fierydare @dailydoseoflogic @a-life-revised @tacticturn

More characters for our photocard and love letter seriessss

[silenceofthewave]

Oh Primus. What happened yesterday?

Soundwave's engines groaned and whined as it came out of stasis. It was on the floor of its DJ booth in a very uncomfortable position. Its entire body seemed to moan and groan as Soundwave tried to sit up. It had a throbbing helmache and everything was blurry and too bright.

Soundwave wiped its servos down its face, trying to rub the pain that had begun to settle behind its optics away. Wait-

Its optics.

Where was its visor?

At the very question, last nights events came flooding back. Orion, Shockwave, Kup, Rodimus. Primus knows how many others. It still had invitations sitting in its commline inbox- all of which Soundwave promptly deleted. It did not need a reminder of the disgusting amount of hedonism it displayed last night.

Soundwave opened its subspace and took out its visor, promptly putting it back on. It couldn't believe itself. How could it have shown its face to everyone at this damn party? What kind of egregious, nitwitted, cyberhare brained buffoon would even think about doing that? Soundwave, that's who-

In the middle of its self flagellating stewing, Soundwave got a ping- from Rodimus.

Primus below and Unicron in the stars. He would have to wait. Soundwave has a pity party to attend, number of guests: 1.

[prevailinghatred]

It's come up in ooc plotting a few times now... that several of Megatron's immediate officers / followers have a misplaced physical or romantic desire for him as a result of his liberating many of them from previously unsatisfying, or otherwise constrained lives.

Desiring him due the hand he may or may not have played in improving one's life is in his opinion misguided at best. But he won’t complain, as it's that desire as well as respect and devotion to him that keeps his forces in line.

[arandommechlover]

@dailydoseoflogic

this wasn't meant to be megashock but whatever I love megashock anyway

based on a funny thought I had (below cut)

[silenceofthewave]

@dailydoseoflogic First Date: Succeeded.

[prevailinghatred]

♤ - @dailydoseoflogic

Send me a symbol for my muse to come clean about their feelings.

 ♤ — What they thought about your muse when first meeting.

"I seem to recall thinking your reputation preceded you. And that you were every bit as impressive as the stories of your brilliance suggested you would be."

Megatron actually smiled at him, albeit in a closed-mouth smirky sort of way that might appear condescending to those who didn't know him as long as Shockwave had.

"I recall how carefully you welded me, the first time I came to you for medical attention after a fight. Your work was more delicate and precise than any medic I'd ever been repaired by before — or since. It barely hurt when you closed that smoking gouge in my chassis. Remember? The plasma spear had punctured through me, cauterizing my fuel lines as it went, which... probably stopped me from bleeding out."

"As I recall, I was still strong enough to rip the thing back out of me, and plunge it through the Spark of the bastard that had put it there."

He actually laughed, as if the violent memory brought real joy.

"After that moment, and especially the others, I began to feel that I could trust you with my life. And I suppose, despite the years and everything we've been through as a Team, and as a Cause... I still do."

[prevailinghatred]

@dailydoseoflogic @silenceofthewave

PRAISE BE TO DECEPTICON!!!

[aranea-mechanica]

Xxx - dailydoseoflogic

Send me xxx for a drunk text from my muse

«S-S-Shockwaveeeee…» There’s some sad hiccuping on the other end of the line. «Shockwave, everything is awful. Everything - everything is so miserable. Why does terrible, terrible scrap keep h-happening to me.»

[loyaldecepticat]

Wide Awake --dailydoseoflogic

I hope I can have as great a love as he and Soundwave have one day

[soundgay]

Is Shockwave nasty?

@dailydoseoflogic