#ask-smokescreen

[helicrazy]

@ask-smokescreen

He is just going to pretend he didn't see that option.

[lord-overlips]

LOVELORD LOVELORD LOVELORD I have a gift for you!! For the holidays!! ;D

“Smokeykins!” Overlord grinned gleefully, immediately scooping up the little bottle, giving him a muzzle before plopping the racer on his knee.

“A gift? For me? So kind of you, sweetspark.”

[trustme-imamedic]

Hey, Pharms, what's the best way to never have to sleep ever again? Preferably a method that doesn't involve dying.

"Well, while not allowing your frame to rest in shut down atleast every so many months can lead to problem that do shorten you life—

"You can theoretically just go on by drinking your daily energon cube or two every day. Though, it does become quite miserable after a long time and certainly is bad for your frame. Don't expect to live as long as your friends."

[saviorclaimed]

SIR! It's good to see you!! I actually wanted to seek your advice on something, so I'm glad I ran into you...

His gaze turned down to the small speedster in front of him, curious.

"It is good to see you as well. What is it that you wish to ask, Smokescreen?"

[rodismancave]

Thunderclash? I guess he needed his name to warn bots about his paint job in advance.

... Who is Thunderclash, by the way?

SEE. Finally someone who gets the point!

Don’t worry about it.

[starscreamapillar]

Hey, Starscream, what does energon taste like in your universe compared to mine? Is there a difference?

Energon in your universe has a lot more nuance, and can come in solid forms. Whether it was an artifact of the War, or just the nature of the substance, our Energon was never served in solid forms. That said, we could produce it out of solar stills and other energy forms, while your energon seems to have to be derived from energon crystals.

When contaminated or very low quality, our energon tended to be green colored. I have not seen that here.

[goodkiitty]

You're a horse, right? Would you chase a bot around?

There's a silence that follows after the Autobot's words...

Horse?

The word is foreign to him, but what Nemesis Breaker DOES know is how to chase.

So now the silver lion is crouching in front of the speedster, ready to bolt and go after him.

It's been a while since he dug his claws into an Autobot!

[autobotmedic]

Hey, Ratch, there's no way I could accidentally burn my circuits while keeping my heated seats on all the time, is there?

"... That would depend on hwat 'all the time' means. If it means, 'a few days or weeks due to weather,' you'll be fine."

[biggest-ultra-mags]

Hey, Mags, how strong ARE you? Like, hypothetically, if you had to toss me, how far could you throw a bot my size? What about Optimus?

"This frame is very well equipped with quite a fair bit of strength, but my powers infesting it seemed to have made him far stronger than he had been before. If you give me your servo, I can easily show you just how far I can toss you."

[nullflict]

@ask-smokescreen

If you're so curious, start running. Or driving. Whichever.

[helicrazy]

💬

Send a ‘💬’ to catch a glimpse of a memory my muse has.

Vortex approaches the Combaticon mansion exhausted and completely out of it. His servos are covered in dried-up blood and he's dragging his rotor blade on the ground with an energon stain at the tip. He stops as he reaches the entrance, debating whether to go in or head somewhere else to clear his foggy helm.

In all honestly, he doesn't know what he needs right now. It's hard to think and the last hour has been puzzling. He's uncertain how he managed to fly back with his processor in this state, but he made it here in one piece. Now it's just a matter of walking through the entrance and finding his way to the wash bay without seeing any of his gestalt mates.

A small wish he hoped for once would be granted, but he meets a certain brown and purple shuttle the moment he steps inside.

"What happened to you this time?" Blast Off questions after coming to a stop when noticing the copter. It's not uncommon for him to show up like he started multiple bar fights, but the silence and avoidance of optic contact slightly concerns Blast Off.

Vortex wants to answer, the words on the tip of his glossa, but instead shifts his helm toward the shuttle. His visor is dim and his frame feels stiff, something he knows his teammate has already noticed.

"Are you alright?" Blast Off asks while approaching his teammate, and is met with an unsure look that gives him a clear response. He doesn't need the gestalt bond to tell him something is up when he's known Vortex for centuries and can easily read his body language. The shuttle holds out a servo for Vortex. "Here. Let's get you cleaned up for starters."

The teal mech reaches out to grab the servo, although he doesn't move when the shuttle turns to the hall where the wash racks are. Another look is given to him along with tugging the servo in the opposite direction, specifically toward Blast Off's room.

Understanding what Vortex wanted, Blast Off brings him to his quarters while ensuring the empty halls, and straight into his private washbay to clean up the helicopter. He tries to get answers- hell any conversation out of him as he washes him, but it's like the mech has completely shut himself down. What happened deeply troubled him, and Blast Off knew he needed help. He couldn't leave his fellow gestalt mate like this for someone else to deal with and possibly make things worse.

After cleaning, Blast Off leads Vortex to his berth where he sits down, brings the smaller mech into his lap, and leans his back against the wall. He moves a servo to place a digit under Vortex's jaw to lift his helm and watch the constellation ceiling. A map of the galaxy with shooting stars and colorful nebulas occasionally appears.

Although Vortex has seen it many times, he stares at the ceiling finding himself mesmerized by the view. Maybe it's because Blast Off rarely holds him like this and it's a nice feeling, or the stars are just that distracting, but it's enough to bring some life back into the helicopter. He leans into the shuttle, huddling up while venting a small thank you to him.

Blast Off hums in return. He still wants answers but can wait until Vortex has settled in more.

Besides, he doesn't want to ruin the moment.

[im-no-jedi]

Hannah!!! You're popular in my spark of sparks!

SMOKEY!!

you're so sweet ILU so much 🥺💙

[lord-overlips]

Smokey-

"Ah, sorry 'bout that, Lips! I can get a cloth and clean that up. I got a little--"

He pauses. Ah, he thinks he sees what Overlord might be going for. If this is all it took, maybe he should try doing his makeup more often, he thought, his doorwings fluttering as he's settled onto Overlord's lap.

Even if he is anticipating the first smack, it's hard not to let out a sharp beep as Overlord's servo comes down. Primus, it's hard not to forget how strong Overlord can be, becoming very aware of how easily Overlord could dent his aft, if he wanted to.

"Lips-- I'm sorry, I'll fix you up and everything, really! It's not that bad, is it?"

The second smack earns him a proper yelp, as Smokescreen's servos squeeze Overlord's thigh. Overlord might also notice Smokescreen's frame starting to heat up with the repeated slaps.

. . .

Those lovely little doorwings... he did so enjoy teasing them in the past. He gave that aft a brief respite, the tip of one doorwing caught between his digits and given a little tweak now, the touch bordering on painful but stopping just short.

"You're sorry...." He echoed. "Really now... sorry doesn't quite cut it though... does it, Smokey?" He grinned, enjoying himself. It was impossible to miss how much Smokescreen was enjoying this too!

"Such a naughty bot..." He delivered another harsh slap, careful not to actually damage that pretty plating. A few scuffs would polish out in not time.

"You need to be properly punished or just how will you ever learn?"

Another swat, then another, Overlord pausing every so often to gently tease over that battered plating, thick digits stroking tenderly over the abused and increasinly heated metal.

"Feel free to beg. You know I enjoy it. I might consider being lenient on you then." Despite his words, Overlord did give the bot some reprieve, wanting him to enjoy this. He stroked over Smokescreen's doorwings gently, thick digits massaging the base, Overlord not letting him off too easily though, servo landing again with a solid smack every so often.

@ask-smokescreen

[drsmokescreen]

ask-smokescreen asked:

Hey, Doc, have you ever gotten a piercing?

::No, they have no practical function,:: Smokescreen avoiding stating his jaded opinion on the aesthetics.  Why would Young Smokescreen be calling him about something so mundane?  ::What did you do?:: a bit of exasperation in Elder Smokescreen’s voice.

[thebestdecepticonleader]

Hey, Starry!! Starry, Starry, you know swords, right? You got any cool strategies with them?

"Yes I..." Then he paused, remembering who he was talking to, "Is it something you want to be taught, or someone I should just chase away for you?"

[rodismancave]

Hey, dude, I know we just met, so just go off my vibes, but 🌸

1. You’re constantly taking the piss outta megatron. That’s one way to get my respect real quick

2. You seem pretty swell.

3. I bet I could race ya. You look like you race. Do you race?