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pops a SICK DRIFT around a vacant corner as if it were NOTHIN'.

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haven't given up just yet. hopefully i will be around soon.

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‘Something's Wrong’ Sentence Starters

Something’s Wrong With My Muse

“Oh, God, you’re bleeding. You’re bleeding a lot.”

“Stop squirming, I’m trying to help.”

“Hang on, I got you.”

“Just lean on me, I’ll help you walk.”

“We should get that looked at.”

“Don’t tilt your head back, you’ll make your nosebleed worse!”

“Just sit up and breathe, ok?”

“Eh, you’ll be fine. I think. Maybe.”

“Whatever you do, don’t go to sleep. Stay awake.”

“Oooooo. That looks painful.”

“Oh, thank God! Don’t scare me like that!”

“How the hell did you do this to yourself?”

“Hey, hey, stay with me, ok?”

“You stopped breathing.”

“Oh look, it’s alive.”

“Take deep breaths, you’ll be fine.”

“Arms shouldn’t move like that…”

“What happened to your leg?!”

“Yep, that’s broken alright. How’d you manage that?”

“Here’s some ice for that.”

“You’re welcome, by the way.”

“Yeesh, you look like shit.”

“Wait, you were mugged?!”

“Is that a stab/gunshot wound?”

“Ok, ew. I’m not cleaning that up.”

“Easy, easy! Just lay down, you hit your head.”

“You probably have a concussion, so I wouldn’t be moving around too much if I were you.”

“I thought you were dead!”

“On a scale of 1 to 10, how much does it hurt?”

“Can you walk on your own?”

“You’re getting blood on my clothes!”

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

Something’s Wrong With Your Muse

“Is that three fingers you’re holding up?”

“I’m so sorry for getting blood on your clothes!”

“I’m not sure I can walk on my own.”

“On a scale of 1 to 10, my pain’s at least an 8.”

“You thought I was dead?”

“Do you think I have a concussion?”

“I hit my head; now I don’t feel so good.”

“I’m so sorry. Do you mind cleaning up?”

“I think I’ve been stabbed/shot.”

“I just got mugged!”

“Do I look as bad as I feel?”

“Could I maybe get an ice pack for this?”

“Thank you, by the way.”

“I think my leg is broken.”

“I can’t feel my arm.”

“I’m going to need more than deep breathing to calm me down.”

“I’m not dead yet!”

“Oh, God, I’m bleeding. I’m bleeding a lot.”

“Are you really trying to help?”

“Please help me.”

“Can I lean on you? I don’t think I can walk.”

“I think I need to get this looked at.”

“I can’t get my nose to stop bleeding!”

“I can’t seem to catch my breath.”

“I’ll be fine. I think. Maybe.”

“Please help me stay awake.”

“This hurts just as much as it looks like it does.”

“Sorry - did I scare you?”

“I don’t know how I managed to do this to myself.”

“I don’t know if I can stay awake.”

“I stopped breathing?”

Note: Revamp of an older sentence starter post found here.

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Faltering. Fizzling out. Tarnished whims and unreachable aspirations. The young rookie fears that he may lose himself.

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|| Make my Messes Matter - Make this Chaos Count ||

-- TFP AU Optimus Prime RP Blog - Written by Cricket --

Casual Setting | OC and Canon Friendly | Retired Old Man OP

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Smokescreen has been exceptionally quiet as of late. But it will not last forever.

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 . ( a collection of headcanon prompts based on each zodiac sign . adjust questions as desired . )

⊹ — ARIES . ≻ how does your muse handle competition ? ≻ what is your muse's biggest regret ? ≻ how does your muse handle losing control ? ≻ how does your muse express their passion ?

⊹ — TAURUS . ≻ what is your muse's most prized possession ? ≻ how does your character show their reliability ? ≻ what is your muse's favorite way to relax ? ≻ what simple things does your muse find joy in ?

⊹ — GEMINI . ≻ how does your muse communicate with others ? ≻ how does your muse handle the duality within themselves ? ≻ is your character predictable ? unpredictable ? ≻ how does your muse react to change ?

⊹ — CANCER . ≻ how does your muse react to emotional manipulation ? ≻ what is your muse's most treasured family tradition ? ≻ what is a cherished memory your muse holds close ? ≻ how does your muse express love & care ?

⊹ — LEO . ≻ does your muse lead others effectively ? ≻ what is your muse's most arrogant behavior ? ≻ is your character confident ? charismatic ? ≻ how does your muse handle being ignored ?

⊹ — VIRGO . ≻ what is your muse's most dedicated project ? ≻ how does your muse assist others in times of need ? ≻ what are your muse's standards for themselves ? ≻ what does your muse find beauty in ?

⊹ — LIBRA . ≻ how does your muse bring balance to their surroundings ? ≻ is your muse a people pleaser ? ≻ how does your muse navigate justice & mercy ? ≻ how does your muse handle having to confront someone ?

⊹ — SCORPIO . ≻ what is your muse's most transformative experience ? ≻ is your muse the jealous type ? are they possessive ? ≻ does your muse engage in introspection often ? ≻ how does your muse deal with obsession ?

⊹ — SAGITTARIUS . ≻ is your muse a workaholic ? what's their view of workaholics ? ≻ what is your muse's most reckless decision ? ≻ how does your muse handle commitment ? ≻ does your muse experience wanderlust ? where would they go ?

⊹ — CAPRICORN . ≻ how does your muse demonstrate their ambition ? ≻ is your muse an optimist , realist, or pessimist ? ≻ does your muse value their legacy ? what have they done to ensure it ? ≻ what is your muse's average daily routine ?

⊹ — AQUARIUS . ≻ what is a cause or a movement your muse is deeply involved in ? ≻ how does your muse handle unpredictability ? ≻ does your muse challenge the status quo ? how ? ≻ what subject or field is your muse passionate about learning ?

⊹ — PISCES . ≻ is your muse sensitive, or do they have a thick skin ? ≻ does your muse have any escapist behaviors ? ≻ what does your muse dream about ? are they lucid , do they sleepwalk ? ≻ how does your muse handle harsh criticism ?

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this is a social experiment reblog this if u were rping on tumblr before 2016

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Smokescreen is inclined to believe that he missed quite a bit.

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Questioning Sentences, Vol. 39

(Questioning sentences from various sources to ask all kinds of muses. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"How long have you been here?"

"Which side of the bed would you prefer?"

"Can I ask you a personal question? How can you afford to shop here?"

"Do you ever think about your legacy?"

"You ever feel the prickly things on the back of your neck?"

"This is weird, even for you. What are you doing?"

"Are we safe here?"

"What am I to you?"

"Do you think I don't understand what it is to be different?"

"You know, it is a little bit strange that we hardly know each other, right?"

"Who hit you?"

"You know, you should really work on your party face."

"I need to borrow a car tonight. Can I take yours?"

"Are you telling me you don't love me anymore?"

"Perhaps you'd like to know my name?"

"How can you help me if you don't believe me?"

"Do you ever think what it would be like to be like other people? Normal people?"

"Is this your way of apologising?"

"Speaking plainly, what's in it for me?"

"You have an interesting accent. Where are you from exactly?"

"Have you been told anything I haven't?"

"Do your ambitions not exceed this?"

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"I'm thinking of getting a gun for protection. Is there one you would recommend?"

"Do you like birds?"

"Do you reckon I'll get one of those medals for bravery?"

"You can't stay away from me, can you?"

"Do you have to enjoy this quite so much?"

"How can I help you if you won't let me?"

"Am I having some kind of psychotic breakdown?"

"You've been hiding from me, haven't you?"

"Why is it that I surround myself with a bunch of incompetent fools?"

"Has my utility not been amply demonstrated?"

"Were you just flirting with that woman?"

"Is this it? Is this therapy?"

"Do you really believe you see demons and devils?"

"You didn't really think you were never going to see me again, did you?"

"Do you think what happened to you is a miracle?"

"When did you get so bitter?"

"Why are you talking in the past tense?"

"Aren't you supposed to be talking to me about the virtues of mercy?"

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Smokescreen exists in silence. Without wishing to indulge in much detail, his mental capacity proves to be non-existent. Chassis swarming like a plague of angry locust, the anxieties that remained embedded within were intense.

Perhaps he just needed to be alone.

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PSA: I don't care if we start a millon threads with eacthother and not one of them gets done

Its about having fun and growing into your muse and expanding your character. 

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"Smokescreen? Why haven't you seen Ratchet about that injury?"

Oh, scrap.

Optics innocently flickered down to ponder, absorbing the severity of the immense gash plaguing his side- doorwings gravitating downward at Optimus's stern inquiry. Air filtered throughout his ventilation systems, the youth easing down onto the crate he was cornered aside.

So much for that. It was obvious that Smokescreen struggled to find a sufficient answer. Was it his pride? Desperately wishing to earn a gnarly battle wound to exhibit and brag about later? Spark thrumming in confirmation within, the rookie's vocals sounded after a few beats of silence, peering up at Optimus with an innocuous aura within them,

“ -I thought it would look... cooler if I let it scar on its own. ” A sheepish, defusing yet nervous smile was then offered to the Prime.

Way to go, Smokey.

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Propping his weight against his elbow components, Smokescreen's engine rumbled with comfort as Bumblebee snuggled him-- the wings upon his back elevated with his overwhelming glee. Peering directly back down at the former scout, the rookie remained reclined back as the other uttered his countless activities to him.

“ Nice, Bee! ” Servo rising, Smokescreen leaned to one side so that he could deliver a hearty smack to Bee's paldrons, gravitating his own in the form of a dismissive shrug,

“ ...Y'Know... Construction! A blast, right? ” There was a flicker of immense boredom of the topic that flourished behind his electric blue optics, a smirk creasing his mouth without fail at his terrible pun.

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What was that sou- OOF- Upon his unprepared back and doorwings did he collide with ground flat, engulfed by the soft warmth of a familiar aura. At once, a fit of giggles brandished from his pipes, confusion morphed to unbridled joy as his arms returned the embrace effortlessly. “ Bumblebee?! ”Glee elevated his vocals, chuffing softly as Smokescreen gave a brief snuggle to his friend. “ What'cha doing? ” Laughter spewed eagerly from the praxian, naturally overjoyed to witness the scout within his visual again. A spark had returned to his optics that he had not realized was missing.

He didn't intend to get them both on the floor, but hey, that's momentum for you. And Smokey deserved a full-on tackle-hug after all this time.

Laughing, he nuzzled beneath Smokey's chin, snuggling just a moment more before pushing up so he could stare at Smokey. "Oh, y'know. Crashing transports, fixing stuff, the usual. You?"

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Time had inhabited Smokescreen's reeling, overworking processor, capturing his attention away from practically anything else. Since the orchestrated moments of his arrival to earth, the rookie had been occupying himself with surveying each member of Team Prime intimately. Fearful was the young, learning Autobot that he may overlook something important; something that he desperately wished to perceive. Electric blue optics had not made time to properly indulge himself with any of the humans other than Jack, their escapades soon turning sour-- and such, had earned him quite the scolding from the team, and much to his consternation, Optimus.

Gravitating from the barracks, Smokescreen stretched his arms skyward, mechanical pops sounding as his joints and structure extended. Relief flooded throughout his systems, restricted energon beginning to flow through his spinal column and shoulder components comfortably. However, a sinking feeling began to filter into his senses. It felt like he was being observed. Alarm fluttered against his spark, optics snapping abruptly about the room, only to find not a single bot staring in his direction. That was when his vision found something far more puzzling than one of the Autobots grilling him with their optics.

It was Star, her lids drooping over her eyes in a schoolgirl manner-- seemingly in a trance, captivated by her daydreams. Tilting his helm to the side, mild confusion began to ebb into his fascia. Unable to suppress it, a smirk curved his mouth component at once with her continuous stare, helm remaining tilt as his pedes began to lead him towards the young woman, who remained seated in front of the communal television. With his approach, he doubled his arms over his chassis before inclining against the railing adjacent to where she resided.

“ What? Do I have something on my face? ” Vocals breaking the silence, Smokescreen smirked down at her following his cheeky rhetoric. Smokescreen considered her staring a bit flattering, though there remained not much more to it than that.

She was very much infatuated with the most of the Autobots, but there was no one else she loved more other than a young, rebel heart (or spark, you get what she mean). Though god, she have not been able to muster up the courage to talk to the new rookie. Even a word 'Hello!' was so hard to take out of her mouth. What if she said it weird? She would look dumb and she would proceed to not show up at the base for days or even weeks. So, the best course of action was say nothing, do nothing. Star could simply admire the tri-colored bot from a distance. She wished she could maybe leave the base and showed him around Jasper. Jack did that, and she was jealous about it.

Sketchbook on her folded knees as support, Star does a rough sketch of the young Autobot. She cursed internally to herself over the little mistakes, rubbing it away with her eraser quickly but gently as to not crumple her paper. Sometimes, she would stop and just gaze at the Autobot, sighing dreamily. He was cheery, and cute. She's just that weak for the reckless ones. She didn't realize he'll eventually notice her stare.

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