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OOC:: Maybe back soon? :0 

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((hey i’m still v depressed and on a bunch of new medications ))

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OOC:: I’m sorry I haven’t been active! Depression is high as I was off my meds for about a month, i’m still job hunting, and I’ve been busting my ass for my parents.

If we’re mutuals, you’re always welcome to ask for my discord or my skype.

I’m hoping to be back soon, but I may be archiving this blog and moving to a new URL.

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starsarescreamiing:

Clawed servos guided Knock Out to kneeling, the Seeker purring appreciatively at the attentions of the other’s mouth on his way down.  He shifted, one leg lifting up and over Knock Out’s shoulder, opening him up to whatever attentions the other deigned to give him.  The heeled pede settled comfortably in the gap between neck and shoulder armor–careful, careful, mustn’t scratch the paint.

Not that the doctor’s pristine finish could be guaranteed safety once things heated up, but–

Well.  That was what buffers were for.

Knock Out lifted a hand and placed it around Starscream’s ankle as he moved upward. He buried his face against Starscream’s valve, pressing a firm kiss against the lips of it. His other hand reached up to his face, two fingers spreading the lips of Starscream’s valve to expose the inner workings and his node.

“Delicious,” he purred, optics looking up at Starscream form under his crest. He pressed a kiss against his node.

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starsarescreamiing replied to your post “OOC:: With IDW ending…. I think it’s time for me to go balls deep in...”

[I'll tell u hwat u should go balls-deep in >:V]

OOC:: GIVE HIM A COUPLE INUTES. HE’S WORKING ON IT

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starsarescreamiing:

The Seeker hmmed, leaning appreciatively into the servos slipping over his hips, clever claws delving into joints, making him shiver.

That was right–they had come in here with a purpose, hadn’t they?  Before the foul products of this organic planet had waylaid them.

At the thought of it, Starscream’s optics flicked down to the water running over his frame, to see it was clear where it hit the floor, clean of any grime.  Good; that meant they could put this unpleasantness behind them.

And the strangely sentimental yearnings with it.

“Mm, that might be enough to do it.  I suppose that all depends on you, Doctor.”

Somewhat clumsily given his wings, Starscream turned in Knock Out’s grip until they were facing one another, the Seeker’s back to the washrack wall.  He placed his own servos on the other’s shoulder farings, as ever minding his claws against the paint, and began to push gently down.

Knock Out chuckled. He tilted up and pressed the barest of kisses, more of a passing of his lips, against Starscream’s chin, before yielding to the press. He moved down, slowly, mouthing over components as he went, pressing a kiss against an angle here, a seam there, claws gently scraping and plucking at wires as he went.

His knees hit the floor of the washracks, and he moved forward, hands resting on Starscream’s hips and his mouth kissing at the front of his panels. He looked up at Starscream’s face, his optics barely visible with the curve of his helm.

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OOC:: With IDW ending.... I think it’s time for me to go balls deep in TFP again. :V

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scoutlingbee:

Bumblebee snorted- he couldn’t help himself (he’d heard it out of one of his human companions once, it was a funny sound). A shake of his helm, and Bee leaned back against the wall. Optics studied Knockout for a moment before he spoke. 

“It wasn’t–” It felt like ages ago, fresh from the Well, eager to defend their home– “I mean… it was the right thing to do but also— I mean. My generation was the last out, y’know. There wasn’t much time for deliberation. You were either with Optimus or you were with Megatron.” A shrug. “The choice seemed pretty obvious to me… Anyone who didn’t pick a side was basically fodder anyway.”

“Ah, I forget. How young you are.” He chuckled and raised a brow. “But isn’t that the snap decision we all made?” He shrugged and pushed away from the wall. “Well most of us.” He huffed. He looked at his claws, slightly dulled -- being with the autubots was keeping him from busy, dulling his claws. But hopefully not his senses and mind.

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starsarescreamiing:

‘You can stay as you are, and let me hold you like this.’

The words sprung fully-formed into Starscream’s processor with little prompting, startling the Seeker at how easily they came.  Alarming, as well, how much he wished to actually say them, how close he was to doing so–close enough that he physically stepped away, pulling his servos back to him, wincing at how the break in contact nearly ached.

Ridiculous.  Sentimental nonsense, that was all it was.

“…I would rinse some of that sludge off myself.” He stumbled forward, thrusting his servos under the spray to rinse off any residual grit–eager to disguise his withdrawal as simply this.  Thankfully, none of it had gotten into his joints, and would require only a surface cleansing.

“Once this is taken care of,” he drawled over his shoulder, “I’m sure you can think of some way to thank me.”

Knock Out laughed quickly. He stepped under the spray. He looked down, watched the water turn from clear, to gritty grey, and back to clear. He shifted his frame, flared his panels again, and stepped back. He blasted his vents open, spraying out some water that had snuck in during the shower, then sealed them back up.

“I can think of several ways,” he said, and reached out to Starscream. He placed his hands on slim seeker hips, giving a small tug. How to show his appreciation?

He let the tip of a claw wiggle into a seam around his hip joint. “I could return the favor, or see how the view is from my knees.”

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OOC:: small PSA :: I’ve been horribly horribly sick, job has sucked me dry, but I’m starting to get back on the mend. I should start easing back into rp in the next few days.

I’m sorry for disappearing, but things got real real bad.

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scoutlingbee:

    “Bigger things than what?” Bumblebee glanced over to the red medic, optics studying him with an arched optic ridge. He shifted slightly- it wasn’t necessarily known that Bumblebee hadn’t had a life prior to the war- he was one of the last waves Cybertronians from the Well, after it had began.  

    “Was it so horrible before, for you?”

“Than my lot in life of course.” He examined his claws, then sighed and waved his hand in the air. “Oh it’s not important. I just looked for more than being a courier my whole life, and the Decepticons were the only ones who would hire me. It doesn’t take much to decide who to join for your survival.”

He picked up his energon prod and it folded into it’s smaller size. “What about you? Join the Autobots out of a sense of duty? Of right and wrong?”

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@scoutlingbee

“Do you know why I joined the Decepticons? I was dreaming of bigger things. Weren’t we all?” He spun his energon prod, then leaned against it, staring at the scout. A brief respite. 

He was tired. In more than one way, but it was what it was.

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.Starter call .Mutuals only .hmu for plots or it’ll be random

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A quick and easy plotting guide

Send me ✔ and I will bold my preferences for your muse!

My muse(s):

Do I know your muse(s):  yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other 

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other

Feel free to: message me ooc | message me ic | tell me your ideas | write a starter | answer one of my opens | send a meme | reblog this with your preferences - let’s find common interests!

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Imagine Dragons — Evolve Album  {Sentence Starters}

“Can we start over?“

“You could come join me.”

“You made me a believer.”

“Tell me that you love me.”

“I’m far from good, it’s true.”

“We’re living in a lie of trust.”

“I promise you, I’ll make it right.”

“I’m ready for whatever it takes.”

“Your love is always dangerous.”

“I was broken from a young age.”

“I was dreaming of bigger things.”

“I never did you right, I know that.”

“We couldn’t be closer if we tried.”

“But, still you… still you want me?”

“I haven’t got one single regret, no.”

“I was born to run, I was born for this.”

“I was always up for making changes.”

“’Cause I love the adrenaline in my veins.”

“It’s a price you pay when it comes to love.”

“Do you know the line that I’d walk for you?“

“If you’re afraid of falling, then don’t look down.”

“We could turn around and we could give it up.”

“Don’t you tell me what you think that I could be.”

“Do you feel the same when I’m away from you?”

“At least I’ll go down to the grave and die happily.”

“Promises are nothing more than fleeting thoughts.”

“Everybody circling is vulturous, negative, nepotist.”

“You’re the face of the future, the blood in my veins.”

“I’ve been a saint, I’ve been the truth, I’ve been the lie.”

“I’m fired up and tired of the way that things have been.”

“You’re shattered on the ground, but still I find you there.”

“Hoping that you understand, I’m far from a perfect man.”

“I’m just a symbol to remind you that there’s more to see.”

“If you ever want to join me, baby, I’ll be dancing in the dark.”

“All the hate that you’ve heard has turned your spirit to a dove.”

“I don’t know why, but I guess it’s got something to do with you.”

“All these years, I’ve been searching for who I’m supposed to be.”

“I’m broken in the prime of my life, so embrace it and leave me to stray.”

“Don’t throw my name ‘round here like that. You could get us in some trouble.”

“So, thank you for taking a chance on me. I know it isn’t easy, but I hope to be worth it.”

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1OO IMPORTANT CHARACTER QUESTIONS

taken from beth kinderman and nikki walker’s the 100 most important things to know about your character. a good list to help develop a character’s background, personality, and general aspects. 

PART 1: THE BASICS

What is your full name?

Where and when were you born?

Who are/were your parents? (Know their names, occupations, personalities, etc.)

Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like?

Where do you live now, and with whom? Describe the place and the person/people.

What is your occupation?

Write a full physical description of yourself. You might want to consider factors such as: height, weight, race, hair and eye color, style of dress, and any tattoos, scars, or distinguishing marks.

To which social class do you belong?

Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses?

Are you right- or left-handed?

What does your voice sound like?

What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently?

What do you have in your pockets?

Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics?

PART 2: GROWING UP

How would you describe your childhood in general?

What is your earliest memory?

How much schooling have you had?

Did you enjoy school?

Where did you learn most of your skills and other abilities?

While growing up, did you have any role models? If so, describe them.

While growing up, how did you get along with the other members of your family?

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?

As a child, what were your favorite activities?

As a child, what kinds of personality traits did you display?

As a child, were you popular? Who were your friends, and what were they like?

When and with whom was your first kiss?

Are you a virgin? If not, when and with whom did you lose your virginity?

If you are a supernatural being (i.e. mage, werewolf, vampire), tell the story of how you became what you are or first learned of your own abilities. If you are just a normal human, describe any influences in your past that led you to do the things you do today.

PART 3: PAST INFLUENCES

What do you consider the most important event of your life so far?

Who has had the most influence on you?

What do you consider your greatest achievement?

What is your greatest regret?

What is the most evil thing you have ever done?

Do you have a criminal record of any kind?

When was the time you were the most frightened?

What is the most embarrassing thing ever to happen to you?

If you could change one thing from your past, what would it be, and why?

What is your best memory?

What is your worst memory?

PART 4: BELIEFS & OPINIONS

Are you basically optimistic or pessimistic?

What is your greatest fear?

What are your religious views?

What are your political views?

What are your views on sex?

Are you able to kill? Under what circumstances do you find killing to be acceptable or unacceptable?

In your opinion, what is the most evil thing any human being could do?

Do you believe in the existence of soul mates and/or true love?

What do you believe makes a successful life?

How honest are you about your thoughts and feelings (i.e. do you hide your true self from others, and in what way)?

Do you have any biases or prejudices?

Is there anything you absolutely refuse to do under any circumstances? Why do you refuse to do it?

Who or what, if anything, would you die for (or otherwise go to extremes for)?

PART 5: RELATIONSHIPS W/OTHERS

In general, how do you treat others (politely, rudely, by keeping them at a distance, etc.)? Does your treatment of them change depending on how well you know them, and if so, how?

Who is the most important person in your life, and why?

Who is the person you respect the most, and why?

Who are your friends? Do you have a best friend? Describe these people.

Do you have a spouse or significant other? If so, describe this person.

Have you ever been in love? If so, describe what happened.

What do you look for in a potential lover?

How close are you to your family?

Have you started your own family? If so, describe them. If not, do you want to? Why or why not?

Who would you turn to if you were in desperate need of help?

Do you trust anyone to protect you? Who, and why?

If you died or went missing, who would miss you?

Who is the person you despise the most, and why?

Do you tend to argue with people, or avoid conflict?

Do you tend to take on leadership roles in social situations?

Do you like interacting with large groups of people? Why or why not?

Do you care what others think of you?

PART 6: LIKES & DISLIKES

What is/are your favorite hobbies and pastimes?

What is your most treasured possession?

What is your favorite color?

What is your favorite food?

What, if anything, do you like to read?

What is your idea of good entertainment (consider music, movies, art, etc.)?

Do you smoke, drink, or use drugs? If so, why? Do you want to quit?

How do you spend a typical Saturday night?

What makes you laugh?

What, if anything, shocks or offends you?

What would you do if you had insomnia and had to find something to do to amuse yourself?

How do you deal with stress?

Are you spontaneous, or do you always need to have a plan?

What are your pet peeves?

PART 7: SELF IMAGES & OTHER

Describe the routine of a normal day for you. How do you feel when this routine is disrupted?

What is your greatest strength as a person?

What is your greatest weakness?

If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

Are you generally introverted or extroverted?

Are you generally organized or messy?

Name three things you consider yourself to be very good at, and three things you consider yourself to be very bad at.

Do you like yourself?

What are your reasons for being an adventurer (or doing the strange and heroic things that RPG characters do)? Are your real reasons for doing this different than the ones you tell people in public? (If so, detail both sets of reasons…)

What goal do you most want to accomplish in your lifetime?

Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

If you could choose, how would you want to die?

If you knew you were going to die in 24 hours, name three things you would do in the time you had left.

What is the one thing for which you would most like to be remembered after your death?

What three words best describe your personality?

What three words would others probably use to describe you?

If you could, what advice would you, the player, give to your character? (You might even want to speak as if he or she were sitting right here in front of you, and use proper tone so he or she might heed your advice…)

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Kisses I want to write about:

Goodbye kisses: Lingering and hard for longer times apart. Ones that curve A’s body against B’s and cause hands to splay against backs. Or short pecks, maybe not even completely on the mouth for short trips to the grocery store. Hello kisses: After long periods apart, these can include A picking up B and spinning them around. Fingers pressing into cheeks, palms cupping necks, and breathless laughs when they finally come up for air. Breathless kisses: A series of short pecks because they need the closeness but they also need air, so. Sometimes smiles come in between, or sometimes its just breath, gasping for the sole purpose of being able to kiss again. Heated kisses: Breath huffing into mouths, angrily or passionately. Hands grabbing at clothing and pulling each other closer. First kisses: Hesitant and nervous. Lips hover inches from each other for a few seconds before they just barely brush. It’s just a soft press, but it ignites their entire bodies. Pinkies link afterwards, still wanting to be close, and each looks down, smiling softly. After sex kisses: Lazy, slow presses. Limbs pressed together, chests heaving. Soft murmurs about what to do for dinner later, fingers trailing down backs, tracing lazy patterns. B rolling onto their back and A trailing their lips down their neck, kissing their shoulder, their chest, anywhere they can think of, memorizing B. Morning kisses: Barely awake kisses that usually end up on jaws or cheeks because A is too tired to land it properly. B makes a sleepy sound and rolls into A, nuzzling their face into their neck, ankles hooking together, while A drapes their arms around B and they fall back asleep for a while. Post-break up kisses: Soft and slow. Hands on each other’s arms in a way that neither can tell if the other is pushing away or pulling closer. The kiss ends with their foreheads pressed together, neither wanting it to be true that this is happening. Christmas kisses: More smile than actual kiss. A holds mistletoe above their heads while B rolls their eyes, but pulls A down by the collar of their ugly Christmas sweater for a heated kiss. A takes B by the waist and walks forward until they are around the corner, away from the prying eyes and hoots of the rest of their friends and family. Comforting kisses: B walks into find A sitting on the bed, shoulders shaking, cheeks wet. A looks up, face looking stricken for a moment. B is shocked, and quietly says A’s name. At this, A breaks, face crumpling, and only barely has time to reach both hands out for B before B is there, kneeling at A’s feet. B takes A’s hands first, kissing their knuckles and palms. Then B reaches up to hold A’s face, pressing soft kisses around their cheeks, their lips, murmuring “it’s okay” and “you’re alright” and “I’m here” in between. “I thought I lost you” kisses: The breath is knocked out of both of them with the force that they collide with. Hands grip the back of t-shirts and palms are pressed up and under shirts, holding them close, feeling the warmth of their skin. Palms are pressed to cheeks, thumbs swiping away tears until their mouths collide messily, the world seeming to disappear around them. “We can’t do this” kisses: Fists clenched, hands shoved into pockets. Brows low or brought together, jaws clenched. A feeling like a magnetic pull between them. Their foreheads press together, their lips brush, just barely, until B pulls away with a shaking exhale, forehead dropping into A’s neck. “Come to bed” kisses: A has their hands on B’s neck, murmuring the phrase softly. A’s hands slide down B’s arms to their hands, lacing their fingers together and slowly starting to pull B towards their bedroom. A continues to pepper B with kisses all the while, trailing them down their jaw and neck. “You look beautiful” kisses: Just a soft press of lips to the temple, resting them there for a moment, then smiling down and telling them as much. “I’ll be right back” kisses: A puts their hands on B’s shoulders from behind them, where they are sat on the couch. He leans down and around, while B turns his head a little, accepting the quick peck. “I missed you” kisses: Long and relentless, holding their body close, arms wrapped completely around their waist. A burying their head in B’s neck and pressing kisses there too. Angry kisses: Hard, gripping. Fists in clothes, shoving each other against walls. Fingers digging into hips. But the kisses always melt away from that. They turn into brushes of lips between shaking breaths, until they’re out of energy and are left just standing there, holding each other, fingers carding through hair. Sad kisses: Almost not a kiss at all. Just holding onto each other tightly, A’s lips pressed to B’s temple, whispering soft words, desperately trying to provide whatever comfort they can. In the dark kisses: The movie plays in the background, but A and B are hardly paying attention from the back row. They kiss soundlessly, long and soft, fingers locked. A’s arm is thrown behind B’s seat, wrist bent to curl their fingers into B’s hair. Dying kisses: A holds B in their arms, panicked, crying. Murmurs of “no, no, no.” Salt on their lips from tears. Voice cracking. Holding on tightly to their shirt, their shoulder, their hand, roughly pulling them against their body, anything to try and keep them tethered to this earth. Kissing them as they die (“no. No, stay awake—“), Kissing them once more even with the life has left their body (No. God, come back. Please, come back. Please, look at me, I’m right here”).