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Guess who’s back

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@screechingtires liked for a starter! “Come on Smokescreen. Haven’t you had enough driving around for one day? I feel bad trying to put off responsibilities to drive around like this.” Bumblebee crossed his arms as he looked at his friend, anxious about getting back to base.

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@brokencrew like for a starter! This bot looked different than anything he was used to and Bee has seen a lot of bots. Bumblebee looked at the bot from a distance, trying to determine if it was a friend or foe. Only one way to find out, by going over and talking to them. “Hey there! Are you lost? What’s your designation?”

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Alright. Here I am! Give this a like and you’ll receive a starter!

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Alright tomorrow I’m coming on here and I’m gonna rp!

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Rebagel if you’re open to Skype/Discord RP with folks you trust.

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hmmmmm.....

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He was unsure as to why Magnus didn’t answer the door, was he busy? He probably was knowing the mech, he gave the door another knock just to make sure. He knew the code to get in because of the times he went in to make sure he slept but he also knew it was really rude to do so.

"Hey Magnus! I'm back from my mission!" Bumblebee was excited to be back at base after being in another country for so long. He wanted to say hi to Magnus and make sure he was okay.

     Magnus was having issues with his memories, he was having issues remembering a lot of bots and names–even his own name. So he didn’t react to being called Magnus. He was just trying to focus. He had to make himself okay. He needed to be okay.

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Yo fuck Lunatic+ Awakening I’m glad I beat it while I was still motivated back then.

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It’s hard for me to try to come back to roleplaying after so long but I really want to. For now does anyone want to talk?

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Ummm hi.

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"I-I don't know... I runned into a s-street dog a-and it attacked" *sob*

"Well don't worry. I got you. I'll take you the autobot base. We got a medic whose a little scary sometimes but he won't be mean to you don't worry." He hugged the sparkling, hoping to comfort them.

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Reblog if you are willing to do toxic ships

Not every love is sweet and kind Sometimes, love is dangerous Poisonous, addictive, obsessive Leaving emotional, mental and physical scars Don’t want to walk away, refuse to let go To need, no matter how much it hurts To know the same pain is returned Because some don’t want just the sweet They crave the bitter too

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A sparkling wanders around, sobbing and nursing her thights wich were bruised and had cuts on them

Bumblebee heard the sobbing and immediately went into a more alert stance. He went cautiously towards the source of the noise. When he found the sparkling he couldn’t help but go towards them. He kneeled in front of them, looking them over.“Hey hey it’s okay. Tell me what’s wrong so I can help you. How did you get here?”

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I am strong. I am invincible. I am woman.       (Happy Holidays, Sophie!) *:･ﾟ✧

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Bumblebee wasn't calming down, how could he with Dreadwing right in front of him. He was out for a drive as he usually was and today he decided a new path would be a nice change of scenery. He never expected he's run into the bot he did.

The question echoed in his audials. He remembers the poor fate of Skyquake and what became of him in the end. He had his own question of how Dreadwing knew he was involved but he knew it'd be dumb to ask at the time. "Yeah I heard what happened. It was sad, you know, how Starscream used him as a pawn and manipulated him."

"No! Just leave me alone!"

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✮ ;; A ripple of amusement flickered from the Seeker’s wings, the only outward sign he gave of such an emotion. And to think, he had come out here for a bit of reflection and nothing more–to find an Autobot of particular interest had seemed to have ventured to this location for much the same was a curious amount of good luck, on his part.

“But you have yet to answer my question, Autobot,” Dreadwing stated, crimson optics locked upon Bumblebee’s frame. “It was a simple one, so in case you decided to ignore it, I will ask once more: What do you know of my spark-twin’s demise?”