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((also here’s a picture of nightbeat contemplating rung’s altmode

…don’t ask me why, just take it

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presenting Prowl as Simba and Ironhide as Kiara from Lion King 2

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Valentine’s Day by ~gtchuang

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Confession time, kiddies:

I have no fucking clue what to do with this blog. I was hoping that the more recent issues of MTMTE would spark a muse for Getaway again, but instead they seem to have buried it further. I don’t want to give up on this blog, but... bringing him back will involve a lot of work, and I’d appreciate all the help/world-building that I can get. I want to incorporate some of canon, but I don’t want to follow it exactly until we get Getaway’s actual motives, if and when we ever do.

I... have a lot to contemplate.

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He’d been watching ever since the duo had left the bar. He’d seen Cyclonus rush off in some big hurry, and Tailgate had left hot on his trail. Getaway wanted to make sure he was around in case things got too heated for Tailgate to handle. He was, after all, a minibot, and Getaway was an expert at getting out unscathed, so he’d lend a hand to the little guy if he needed to.

The longer he listened, however, the more he realized he needn’t have worried. Tailgate seemed to have some mystical sway over the larger bot, able to calm him down in the gentlest of manners, and Cyclonus had - get this - shown concern for the irritating bartender. That was truly what had gotten most of Getaway’s attention. If he was worried for Swerve’s well-being, then surely he’d never lay a single claw on Tailgate.

Still, he wanted to be sure, so he’d stayed a little past that, observing carefully, and knowing they’d have to vacate the area likely before he could sneak away unnoticed. Knowing Nautica’s room lay down the hallway in the opposite direction, if they started walking his way, he’d pretend he was on his way to check on her. It was a foolproof plan. Foolproof, that was, until his elbow had knocked into the tiny nightstand located just outside of Flex’s quarters, knocking the figurine (made by one former legislator named Ten) that sat atop it to the ground with a small clang.

Getaway was certain he was quite royally fragged, now.

♪♫ ||      A shiver traveled down Cyclonus’ spinal strut at the minibot’s gentle touch. After a lifetime of war and battle, it was still amazing to the warrior that someone’s touch could be so gentle, so kind. Tailgate had no malevolent intent behind his actions. Tailgate held no malevolence in his entire body and, what was more, Cyclonus KNEW THAT.

Reaching up, a single silver servo rested atop the minibot’s, giving a gentle squeeze. That touch was enough to ground him completely, to remind him of the present moment. As the last shadows of yesterday were pushed away, Cyclonus’ form seemed to finally relax, shoulders sagging ever so slightly.

“A… musical sounds nice,” he admitted. His form began to shift, so he could push himself off the floor. Then his lips curved upwards ever-so-slightly. “So does a night of silence.”

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i don’t want to play getaway anymore :c

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                       Hey yo, I am just like my country,                        I’m young, scrappy and HUNGRY                    

                                   and i am not throwin’ away my shot!

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                                                                               “Too much killing.” “Agreed. Those days are behind us. Now, we build.”

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This… NO FIT

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Tyler at the WerewolfCon ‘Full Meeting Room’ group panel (part 3).

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Ratchet, please.

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The escape artist could only chuckle as the minibot latched onto him. It was the type of entrance only Tailgate could pull off successfully, and it amused Getaway to no end.

“You know, it’s a good thing that thing knows when it doesn’t have a rider, or it’d end up in the ruddy reservoir!” Instinctively, he placed a hand under Tailgate to keep the minibot from slipping to the ground.

He could feel his faceplates heating slightly when the other bopped his facemask against him, but quickly got himself cooled off. “I got out the red and blue poles, any preference for color?”

@shouldhavebeenfound

He hadn’t meant to sleep in even half so long as he had, and so when he awoke, he looked around for the clock in almost a frenzy, before breathing a sigh of relief when he realized that he still had half an hour before he was scheduled to meet up with Tailgate in the oil reservoir. Just enough time to pick up the engex he’d promised to bring and head on down. The last round of Legislator Fishing had been a huge success, and it was important to Getaway, above all, that Tailgate had fun.

Leaving a fairly generous tip for Swerve, he grabbed both cubes, and headed down to the reservoir, setting up a small table upon which he set the engex cubes, before pulling the fishing gear out of the storage closet. “Perfect. Nothing beats a good day of fishing.”

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“Hey, I sound nothing like that guy. Though we did both spend quality time with Tyrest a short while back.”

Removing his servos from the others face, he walked around to stand next to Skids. “Got the all-clear from Rung and my night terrors have stopped. I don’t think you could bring me down if you tried.”

@theoreticiism

Feeling particularly cheery that day, Getaway walked up behind Skids, and placed his servos over the other’s optics. “Guess who?”

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“That is by far the worst name I’ve ever heard,” Getaway commented, a very confused expression in his optics. “... I’m on Earth? How the frag did I get here?”

“Iacon, eh? This don’t look like Iacon. And, uh… what’s ‘NEST’?”

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Well, that certainly wasn’t helpful. “Any idea where he normally goes? I’m not normally on-base, so I don’t usually watch him. I’m usually up with Rodimus on the Lost Light. This base is entirely unfamiliar.”

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Getaway glanced over at the other, and nodded. “Hey there. Know where Prowl went? I was supposed to meet up with him.”

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Prowl’s question was reasonable, he supposed, but it was unlikely that one answer solved all the mysteries. ::Or they could be cloaked Spark signatures. Lot of the mecha from the Crystal City are on that list, and we found quite a few of them on Luna 1, held prisoner.::

It wasn’t a subject he was comfortable with talking about, least of all with Prowl, and yet he pressed forward. ::I was wondering if you had any more assignments for me. Something to prove my worth. Bolster my self-confidence. I figure it might help ease the nightmares.::

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Well, Getaway’s problem was a bit small, considering everything that had happened, everything Prowl had ever informed Skids and Getaway to do, and yet… he struggled with it.

::Dominus was on a quest to find Luna 1 when he disappeared. My guess is he stumbled onto something else, something that might be useful. We won’t know until we find him, and ask him ourselves.::

A pause. ::I have been having night terrors, is all. Memories of my time in captivity, nothing important, sir.:: Important enough that it bothered him, but he knew Prowl would likely not be interested.