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firewallofstanix asked:

Firewall bought TC a gift: a small box of assorted energon cookies from the bakery they met at. There's also a note that says, "I know we have no need to celebrate human holidays, but I thought I would get you something for the occasion anyway. Enjoy. - Firewall"

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⚡️;; It had been yet another long cycle of work, and Thundercracker was truly feeling the exhaustion of countless days with little recharge. He dragged himself into the room he shared with a couple of other social rejects--strangers, practically--and over to his berth. While the shelter was far from comfortable or admirable, it was still home. At least, until they kicked him out at the end of the month it was.

     After that, it would be just another building among a sea of high rises he could never afford to live in.

     Before he could settle down for the night, however, he noticed something keeping him from a good night’s rest: a small box, likely dumped there by the front desk attendant. He opened it slowly, carefully, almost too afraid of what could have been inside. Beneath the delicate cover, wrapped in light parchment, was an assortment of energon sweets and goodies. He recognized them instantly: they were made by a bakery on Velocitron.

     The card tucked inside seemed to confirm this, as the sender was someone he knew well. A smile crept across his features, and while his systems warned of an impending shutdown from lack of sleep, he still managed to shed a tear of happiness. 

     Setting the box aside somewhere safe, saying a silent threat to those he shared the space with to Back Off His Goodies, the Seeker slipped into berth and made sure to send a text message to his good friend: |: Thank you, Firewall. I’ll make it up to you. Stay safe. - Thundercracker. :|

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windnreign asked:

[blows a kiss] from the award-winning director/writer/dog-lover.

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rollingsnowsmasher-deactivated2 answered:
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   AND ACROSS THE SKIES HE SHOOTS, very much like one of them SHOOTING STARS. Perhaps, she could even make a WISH then, other than to offer a little wave at him before he disappeared completely from her very sights. For this was more than just a random sighting, a random passing by. It felt like another SIGN of MORE GOOD THINGS to come. 

   She would watch on as the winged metal bro flew across pretty pink skies themselves, with cotton clouds themselves even parting almost kindly aside for him as he did– 

   Ho boy, come to think of it, something then came to mind. For here she was hoping then that he wouldn’t wound up KNOCKING INTO another METAL BRO that she knew of! But hey, then again, how probable were those chances, even? Other than that, however, an open mouthed smile was quick to return, as Itsuki would hen raise her mittens and clasp them together into a little prayer. Praying and wishing him nothing but the best, and hoping too that he might get to stay around for a bit longer, next time.

   But until then– you just keep on SHINING BRIGHT, bro!

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#keepsake;#//AN ANGEL
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windnreign asked:

[Aligned] >

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cerulean-seeker answered:

Thundercracker almost jumped at the unknown frequency that was comming him. Hiding out on Cybertron constantly watching his back had made him restless. The comment about being ‘another Thundercracker’ almost went missed, but now The Seeker was ever so curious about what that meant, once the surprise died down. Against his better judgement, he cautiously responded to the call.

:: Who are you? How did you get this frequency? ::

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{ 🌪 } ;; Ahh, the multiverse; an endless trail of alternate realities spun together by invisible threads, somehow all winding together to make up the sheer misery one called existence. Thundercracker sighed, leaning back in his battered seat inside the cramped space station. If this truly was another version of himself then he understood the hesitance, the suspicion--one could never be too careful, after all.

     « To be succinct, I am you, » the scientist claimed, glancing from the terminal screen to his talons. « My apologies for the seemingly random inquiry, but I really saw no other way of initiating contact--believe me, it was dreadful to try and do so in the first place. I just happened upon your frequency in some of Skywarp’s jumbled mess of acquired data and reasoned I should investigate why name would be there, but my being not attached to it; and before you ask, yes, it was a complete nightmare to sift through something that my wonderful partner pulled together. ...For the record, I mean you no harm. »  

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@generalstrika​:

“Question one, on a scale of one to ten how sastified are you with Megatron’s leadership of the Decepticon army?”
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{ 🌪 } ;; And immediately, he sees a problem. Slag. “Ah... if One is the option for Completely Dissatisfied and Wish to Die Rather than Serve, and Ten is I am a Mindless Drone that Worships the Ground Lord Megatron Walks Upon, then... you can mark me down as a two today. Ahem.”

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@generalstrika:

[ X ] She….hadn’t expected to get this far. “Would you mind filling out a five question survey on our mighty leader?”

{ 🌪 } ;; Thundercracker folded his arms, drumming a long set of talons on the one as he mulled over the idea, a frown pulling taunt across his features. “Five questions, eh? That doesn’t sound too horrific... I suppose I have the time for that. Just get on with it.”

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@skywurp​:

      ★ He knew that his duties were first to the Decepticons and then to himself, of course, but Skywarp hadn’t seen actual combat in some time. He was nearly confined to his lab of late, though he didn’t mind so much as he let on— the idea of making something truly destructive, useful to his cause, was just as motivating as the idea of cracking skulls. Not to mention that the bots who worked in this sector weren’t quite used to his presence (nor his antics) yet, and their reactions to his pranks were still fresh and interesting. 
      He had to treasure this time, before they got too jaded. 
      Skywarp was ‘ideating’ (punching in lines of code with no clear direction to see what happened to avoid real, commissioned work) when he received a ping on his private comm. Not a whole lot of bots had that frequency, but enough that he couldn’t have guessed who would be on the other line. 
                          « Skywarp? Are you still online?                         I was wondering if you’d be up for something a bit less… boring today. »
      He straightened, wings stirring behind his back in pleasant surprise. He hadn’t heard from TC in what felt like ages— boring, boring ages. Thundercracker’s suggestion of something less boring, then, sounded perfect. 
      ::Can’t go offline when I got all this work to do. That said, I can definitely put it all off t’hang, if that’s what you’re askin’.::
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{ 🌪 } ;; Oh, how he had missed those vocals. His violet Trinemate was many things in life--sarcastic, rambunctious, somewhat vengeful--but he was far from improper when it came to messaging others back if the topic actually suited him. The smile that had briefly flashed grew a bit brighter, and Thundercracker found himself finally turning away from the dark energon research laid out across his research terminal. A dear companion was much more interesting than potentially poluting the universe.

      « That’s precisely the thing I wished to hear. All this radioactive nonsense has gotten my processors riled up, and I feel the need to give my thrusters a bit of a workout. »

      His gaze drifted from the terminal to the glowing mass of purple ore, pulsating with an intensity that he could only describe as “despicable”; perhaps that was why their mighty Lord was so enthralled by it. « I’m not sure what you’ve been working on lately, but I believe you could use a break as well. What do you say you meet me at... these coordinates in about half a joor, and we can do a bit of catch-up work. »

      A bit of his perfectionist nature, however, had Thundercracker hesitating. With his wretched luck, their mighty Lord Starscream would call in asking for a progress report. The sapphire mech sighed, setting up an automatic transmission, just in case, before heading for the door. Skywarp didn’t need to respond immediately for him to know the other’s answer--they both needed this, and no one was going to get in the way of two underappreciated scientists taking half a day for themselves.

       War? What war? They were far enough from the front lines that such a thing barely mattered. Today was their day.

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@mehrere-mause​:

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Shelby glanced in the rearview mirror as the jet was beginning to close in. She cursed softly to herself, wondering just how she managed to get herself into these sorts of situations. She could be fighting a Wraith one day and then an alien the next day. She couldn’t just get a break. Breaks didn’t really exist for her. She knew it was a bad idea to head toward the city, as this monster would only bring destruction and chaos to the city and the humans who lived in it.
Shelby nearly jumped when a loud crack of noise filled the air and she quickly looked over her shoulder, the jet speeding towards her at a near impossible speed. She didn’t have time to react as the air that came down with it pushed up against the bed of her truck, sending her truck into the air. Knowing she couldn’t control her own vehicle, she allowed it to happen.
The truck hit the cement road upside down, then flipped three times due to the massive breeze. It finally came to a stop in the dirt, upside down. Shelby grumbled to herself, feeling blood trickle from various places, especially the side of her head. She unbuckled herself from her seatbelt, grabbing onto the shotgun as she crawled her way out the broken window. Lying on her back, she aimed the shotgun up as the jet closed in and fired without a second thought.

{ 🌩 } ;; Thundercracker’s sonic attack had made just the impact he had hoped for: the little vehicle spun up into the air, far higher than it deserved to be, before tumbling back down. A hideous laugh resonated up through his frame: humans. So easy to dispose of, but always good for a bit of amusement. [ Now it’s time for my favorite part: Intimidation. ]

     Spinning through the air, the Seeker aimed himself towards the ground and began his transformation sequence just as the human pulled herself from the crumpled truck. His bug-like mandibles clicked furiously, and his three sets of optics squinted tightly--was that a weapon? A measily little gun? Oh, how precious, he thought; she really thought that was going to help. 

     “Such a pity.”

     His pedes connected with the ground first, tearing up the aging asphault with reckless abandon, sending debris and chunks of dirt flying through the air. Momentum kept him sliding for a good ten yards, but he angled his wings forward to bring him to a halt before the scene. He stooped low, slamming a clawed servo down atop the vehicle before his mandibles opened wide--a sort of twisted smile. “Make your pleas, pest. If they’re good enough, I may even let you live a few breems longer.”

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