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War is a dirty game and I'm a dirty player!

@badboyblades-archive / badboyblades-archive.tumblr.com

semi-selctive independent Transformers Roleplay blog*** ***OC, AU, multi-fandom friendly** **some NSFW and triggers are present here, but always tagged*** banner art by me-- but refined by my awesome friend, Roflcopterbot!
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This blog is going to be archived and I will be moving Blades to a new blog. hopefully this will help me get back to my terrible son, because I do miss the little shit… He was my first muse here on Tumblr 3;

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“Hey!! there are plenty of other washrooms open here, what are you doing next to mine!?” The helicopter barked.

The golden twin curled his lip up in a silent snarl, his mood only well bellied by his need to cleanse his and his brother’s frame, “ Mind your own business, Blades, you do not own these washracks, ” he turned the cleanser on. No more than a few seconds later did his brother come jogging into the ‘racks.

Blades of course, not good at taking the high road, rolls his head back into his neck and glares at the golden warrior. Then when Sideswipe came ran in, he turned his glare over to him.

So much for a peaceful wash...

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badboyblades is up for a DEATH BATTLE!!

Blades gave a nasty smirk as his helixes twirled a little. This was gonna be fun, him versus a Decepticon gestalt bot-- Sure it wasn’t one of the combaticons, but still a Decepticon gestalt bot. 

“Well I’m glad you asked nutcase” The protectobot then unhinged his helixes from his back, pulling them out with ease as they glistened in the sun. “I’m gonna hack you into tiny pieces and then send them over to Motormaster as a present.”

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nigermviduam

Sometimes other Rpers forget

  • That our muses want breaks too.
  • That real life comes before role-play.
  • That sometimes, I’m in the mood to do a certain threads more then others.
  • That I’m scattered brained, and human. So I might have misplaced our thread.
  • That RP is a stress relief, not a stress giver. So don’t force me to reply.
  • That my Muse has feelings too, and isn’t just here for your goals, wants and amusement.
  • And last, that the mun may be sweet, but that doesn’t mean I should be walked over.
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Blades had just been wondering around on this planet looking for– the fugitive. Some alien had stolen some important data from the ark and he had been tasked to find it along with Streetwise.

He had been extra careful to avoid any of the planet inhabitants, but he become extremely curious after picking up a cybernetic signature. It promoted him to go in that direction and investigate.

He finally found where the signature had been coming from and looked around. He didn’t see anyone at first– that was until he looked down.

“What the…?” the copter bot frowned as he grumbled. “you’re tiny…”

Hearing the voice - which sounded robotic in tone - Metal turned to look up- and up, and up - at the larger robot.

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“Yeah?  And you’re a big robot with an intense obvious factor.  Who are you?”

The protectobot honestly didn’t know if this was a good thing that this bot was fairly sentiment itself rather than a mindless robot or done-- or a bad thing. For one, this could be a hostile local. Yes, it might have been much smaller than him, but it could easily have some formidable weaponry.... just like one of those nasty buggers, kremzeek.

The copter bot didn’t see any trouble telling the smaller bot his name though. Might as well try and be diplomatic with one of natives. So the larger bot crouched down so he could be at least closer to the level of the smaller one.

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 “Call me Blades, and I know you might be thinking I might be a hostile alien invader-- and reassure, I’m not. I’m just looking something and I’ll be gone just just like that.”  Blades raised his servos to try and do a pacifist gesture. How did the rest of his brothers do this diplomat thing so easily...?

“So, whats your designation tiny one?”

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Blades had just been wondering around on this planet looking for-- the fugitive. Some alien had stolen some important data from the ark and he had been tasked to find it along with Streetwise.

He had been extra careful to avoid any of the planet inhabitants, but he become extremely curious after picking up a cybernetic signature. It promoted him to go in that direction and investigate.

He finally found where the signature had been coming from and looked around. He didn’t see anyone at first-- that was until he looked down.

“what the...?” the copter bot frowned as he grumbled. “you’re tiny...”

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First Aid practically tackles Blades in a hug.

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Blades may be a very strong and hardy mech-- but, even he doesn’t stand a chance against First Aids tackle hugs. The copter bot goes wide eyed as he tried to catch his fellow gestalt mate, but ultimately falls over on his back.

“Whoa Aid!!! What happened now!?” Blades cries out in confusion, but he is ultimately returning the hug, and even patting the ambulance on the helm. 

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[ YOURE BACK IM GONNA CRY ]

((OH MAH GAWDDD!!! somebody actually missed me!?!? *trying to process this*))

((I missed you and first Aid too, I’m happy to see you still going strong here <3))

[ of course I missed you <3 I’m so happy you’re back! ]

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badboyblades is up for a DEATH BATTLE!!

The gray and red Stunticon was most likely causing chaos in the city and hadn’t really been aware of what was to come. That is, until he heard rotors somewhere above him. His first thought was that it was a Combaticon, but that soon changed once he caught wind of the colors. Definitely not Vortex. He doesn’t have red and white on his frame. Well, the visor was an entirely different story. Anyway…

Blades had responded to an emergenncy call about a Decepticon causing trouble. He was actually told to stay to stay at Protectobot Headquarters and be on stand by in case things got hairy.

-- But of course, Blades was impatient for the calvery to arrive. If it was just one lone Decepticon, how bad could it be? It wasn’t like he was taking on Megatron or something.

Of course, there was culprit Decepticon right in plain sight, not even bothering to hide nor be inconspicuous in any way. Blades also knew who exactly this was too. 

And with that, the surly copter bot pointed a finger at Wildrider.

“Hey Stunticon creep!!!! your joyride is over!!”

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