#BADASSITRON

[theartsyflakes]

TFONE memes pt2

[theforswornelite]

[autoacafiles]

[mnemoiisms]

Ugh. The waste management floors were disgusting. It wasn't even 'gross' in a dried energon or half mutilated leg in the corner way. It was dark, it was humid, it was loud, and it was hot. And everything dropping out of the ceiling chute had passed through so many castes and hands, yet still could not be found a purpose aside incinerated.

Worse, there was those down here who spent their lives elbow deep scooping through society's leavings on the off chance something could be salvaged. Gross.

Right ... Next on his agenda for the day was ...

"B-127? You have been cleared of duty for the next 15 vorns for an annual performance re...-" Wait, they worked alone.

Why was there three other beaten up mechs just sitting at a table?

"..." Oh, sweet Primus.

He's made friends.

Literally.

He'd made them.

"-review. Please. Take a seat"

@badassitron

[highprotector]

@badassitron

Boops you as gently as he possibly can.

[cliff-and-the-kid]

Whumptober Day 23: Forced Choice/Broken Pedestal

He forgot what didn’t feel right.

He forgot- forgetting.

Until those words.

Until Sentinel Not-Prime loomed over him, and something way in the back of B-127’s processor went- click

(/slaps THIS down onto the table)

(@mnemoiisms @badassitron I BLAME YOU TWO)

[xretiredcommanderx]

@badassitron

"Yes, it does, Badassitron."

"We have energon in all forms of solids, crystals, gummies, even light and fluffy."

[tyrantrising]

Get hugged. Is this a wise idea? Maybe not, but damn. Hugs are amazing.

At the sudden embrace, D-16's optics go wide.

He blinks.

He looks down, seeing B-127 with his arms wrapped around him. "Uh...you okay B?" Carefully, he sinks down so he isn't looming over the smaller bot and gives him an awkward half-hug in return. "You can ramble about it if you want."

[iaconsavior]

BOOPS. BOOPS AGAIN

Sorry Kiddo.

Dad's out of there

[alacritysparked]

Whispering? Alright, B can do that! …uh. “Optimus snores when he sleeps.”

Whisper something in my muse's ear and see how they react!

That gets a snort and a barely concealed smirk out of Bumblebee. No matter how different multiversal counterparts may be, there are some constants.

It’s only fair to offer B something equally funny. That is the Code of the Hive.

“The snores come out of Optimus’s smokestacks. Whenever he falls asleep at his desk, datapads go everywhere.”

[unicronnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnom]

@badassitron replied...

I can’t figure out how to turn off your announcements so I might as well make conversation! Does that count as praying? I don’t know, I’ve never been really religious, but the idea of dying IS a little freaky- *ten more minutes of yapping*

Slowly, the Unmaker vibrates further and further apart.

The rage. It is insurmountable.

[dizzydiodes]

@badassitron said:

“You’ve never had to climb to reach a shelf?”

"Well, of course I have. But that's not embarrassing! That's just how it is when the bigger 'bots build everything. And climbing is easier than waiting around for someone to pick me up."

[starfoam]

@badassitron

"It kind of is. It's usually with stuff I can consume, and I don't think energon's on the list, but that's basically it. Taking raw material - called ingredients - and preparing them to taste and look different.

... I might have to keep exploring this, if it gets THAT kind of reaction."

[commanderelita]

“…am I not SUPPOSED to eat the game pieces?”

“No, no you are not.” And just for that, she’s going to make him play with a holographic set next time.

[xretiredcommanderx]

@badassitron asked - ⏳

⋆｡ﾟ🪐｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ She should not have been out in Iacon. She had been warned to stay inside the apartments while Orion or her Sire were at the Hall of Records. She couldn't help it though; she got restless. Staying inside one apartment, no matter how nice it was, could drive a bot insane.

So from time to time she would take calculated risks and leave the apartments. Either no one saw her or they cared. She had never been caught and that was what mattered.

Magnus walked through the streets of Iacon, taking in every detail and studying it for memory. She had particular interests in the construction caste system. They were hard workers and there was one particular mech she seemed to fancy from the bunch.

However, today she didn't get a chance to sneak over and visit her construction friends today. Because she caught wind of a rather new face that didn't particularly look like the norm.

Small, yellow; there was something about the chassis that was different than the rest of his frame. There was distinctly some extra plating on his face too--she was certain she could see that.

Magnus blinked. She eyed around wondering if anyone else in Iacon noticed the peculiar mech. No? Was everyone in their own daze that they did not notice?

With a tiny squint, Magnus took that little step forward and made herself go toward this bot...apparition? Now she would play the common game of if she was having a hallucination or if this was reality.

[tyrantrising]

“You don’t talk much. I mean, that’s cool! It’s definitely cool. But I like hearing you talk? You have a nice voice, and sometimes I can’t tell if I’m bugging you or you think I’m glitching out when I leave pauses in our talks. I’m not! I wanna hear what you’re thinking. That’s what the pause is. I’m B, by the way. I dunno if you heard me the first time, or if it was quiet or you forgot.”

D-16 quirks an optical ridge. "You like hearing me talk or you like when someone talks to you?" He smiles, genuinely. "I know you're not glitching..." he trails off, looking B over as he tries to think of a nicer way to say he probably would've started talking to imaginary friends if he had been trapped by his lonesome in a sublevel no one knew existed. "Not a lot of people care to hear what I think. My guess is not a lot of people cared to hear what you had to say?"

He offers his hand to shake. "B for Badassatron, right? I'm D-16."