#Cherrybomb | 13urningstars

[meetyoualltheway]

" Alright, that's it. You're going to bed, and I'm not taking no for an answer. I'll carry you to bed if I have to." [for the lack of sleep starters. vry late but. chucks cherr at rosa]

"But this song isn't finished--" Rosanna sighs and looks up pleadingly at the other femme, suddenly aware that Cherrybomb actually can pick her up and carry her...

[dontpetmeibite]

green

<3

I'm trying to be more interactive! But yes there are times when I am literally a creature in the forest, chasing rabbits and climbing trees and observing people I think I may like ... especially BW me :)

[meetyoualltheway]

Rosanna: pfft Rosanna: the term 'amica benefica' exists for a reason Rosanna: I want deets tho'

???: cherr your not supposed to make out with your friends

Cherr: I KNOW I KNOW JUST LET ME HAVE THIS

[aprimesrpcorner]

📱 tosses this at you

What ringtone my muse has set for yours:

Cherry Bomb by The Runaways

What contact photo my muse has set for yours:

Art by: A collab between Cherry and A friend of Cherry’s Mun

What my muse thinks of the way yours texts:

Probably a little silly at times, I can see she uses emojis, they totally send emojis and silly pictures to each other.

How quickly my muse responds to your texts:

Pretty quick, especially if they hadn’t talked in a while. He enjoys catching up with her.

How often do our muses text:

Not to often because of how busy they are, but he would enjoy talking more to her if she wanted!

How often do our muses call:

Not that often, maybe only for emergencies, he’s been meaning to change that.

Does my muse purposely miss calls from yours:

He doesn’t mean to when he does no, but they don’t call to much atm after the war.

Last text sent from my muse to yours:

[We really should hang out sometime my friend.]

[aircommndr]

Realisation: It started out platonically enough, definitely nothing crazy. They'd fight and bicker, beat each other up, trade jabs and insults. Starscream was entertaining at first, in his reactions, in his ability to meet her wit head on, and that's what she thought he'd stay. Then of course, she found herself genuinely enjoying his company, no matter how grating it was or no matter how much it led to her wanting to crush his windpipe. And it continued to snowball from there once she got the job as his body guard. It went from "oh he's pretty I'm gonna mess with him" to "hate this guy but he's hilarious" to "ah shit i don't actually hate him that much do i" to "goddammit i got to keep this dumbass piece of shit safe or else it'll kill me" to finally softly watching over him but not without bonking him on the head and reigning him in when necessary. He's a stupid complicated narcissistic mess but he's HER stupid complicated narcissistic mess no matter whether either of them want it or not

god i LOVE THIS. All of this. So good. That last part made me laugh ngl ,,, i love these two

[dadsquared]

[ we are now mutuals which means wheeljack is also not safe. When I said no mutual posted bingo was safe no matter the amount of interactions i meant it. ] @13urningstars || Cherrybomb

"Oh, wow, that's a lotta hits! Here, here, I can help you fill in one more! Why shouldn't you trust an atom?"

He pauses for dramatic effect.

"They make up everything!"

[battlexworned]

@13urningstars - cont

It would almost seem like she was ignoring him as he spoke, her gaze locked on the city below, if it wasn't for the twitching on her audial fins, clearly registering his words. She wants to laugh, because of course he understood the exhaustion, who didn't these days, now that the affects of the war have had the time to settle in everyone's processors. But despite it, shame still floods her frame and suddenly she feels very small. Weak. Her wandering train of thought is immediately interrupted as he moves in her peripheral vision, offering her his servo. She's confused for a minute, gaze tearing itself from the view below to face him, cautiously switching between the appendage and his face, as if to gage his intentions before his suggestion of fresh air registers. He's right, of course. Fresh air is why she left her apartment in the first place, but then she hadn't felt comfortable wandering around on the streets. But she's tired, and she needs the air. She's in no state to ignore his offer of help, no matter how much she wants to say she's fine and be off on her way. Her servo's shakes, just barely, as she raises it. She pauses for just a moment, clenching her fist to calm her nerve's, before placing her servo on his extended one. "Fresh air sounds nice." The words are simple, and paired with an awkward smile, but its a quiet acceptance of his help for the moment.

It took time for the exhausted femme to answer, her face looking away from his direction and taking her sweet time, which was fine with Ironhide. Exhaustion can make your processor go slower than intended. So the mech gave her some time to think and act once she was done. His offer still stood strong. Ironhide isnt gonna leave someone in need all by themselves. Some way or another, he'll help. That time came when the femme turned around and glanced at his extended servo. He watched as she slowly moved her's, clutch it in a fist to ease whatever was troubling her and finally, it arrived on Ironhide's servo with a soft placement. Her servo was smaller than his to an extent. In his processor, it immediately enforced the idea of keeping her from harm now that he gets to assist. Fresh air sounds nice. Fresh air it is. Ironhide shot a small smile of reassurance towards the femme. Saying that there was nothing to be ashamed of without any use for words. With the servo held, the mech gently guided her in search of an exit. Now, Ironhide was beside the femme as they walked, making sure that he's always there if she ever collapses and ends up hurt.

" You wouldn't mind if I bought you somethin' to drink right? Some energon might help ya aside from the fresh air. "

[takingthefastlane]

"No, I don't have a dangerous magical voice, I just enjoy singing." [Nothing beats first interractions under a mermay prompt hehehehhe ]

Mermaid AU Sentence Starters

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" Well, then I'd suggest you be more mindful of your surroundings then."

~ The Sailfish Mer mused as she swam beside the other. There had been an unusual number of sailors in the area lately, and now she knew why.

Apparently, stories of a 'Siren' had been spread around, and everyone was enchanted by her song. That sorta rumor was always so annoying and troublesome because that also led to people hunting mers who happen to pass by.~

" Your singing is attracting the attention of the humans as if it we're 'magical'."

~ She warned.~

[frostbittenfemme]

🖤

attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that (respectfully though) / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

current impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

[toastys-muses]

SkyBlaze grinned a little as she unsheathed her long, sleek spear, spinning it some between her claws before placing the pointed part firmly in the dirt, her secondary wings fluttering excitedly as she listened to the autobot femme. Of course, this bot was also new to her, and was already intrigued by her reactions. Not immediately attacking her? And NOT taking much advantage of her flightlessness? If only she wasn’t on the wrong side of the war.. Maybe they could’ve been friends. She likes her attitude.

“Maybe you should’ve.. the more the merrier.” She said and cocked her helm back some, lifting her spear up and putting it under her right arm. “Shame you chose the wrong side.. I like your style already.” She chuckled from her chasis. “Shall we begin..?~”

Open Starter.

Jasper, Nevada

Transformers Prime (or Earthspark)

“You’re not very strong, are you, little Autobot/Rogue/Etc.. You know you shouldn’t be snooping around this mine, if you wanna keep your most valuable parts in tact. Dangerous Decepticons patrolling the area and all that.” The seeker said as she stood a few feet from your muse, an optic ridge raised as she reached over her shoulder, wrapping her smooth, sharp digits around the shaft of her polished spear. Her wings spread out a little bit as a small grin spreads across her faceplates. “You got a name or something? Just thought it would be polite of me to know the name of the bot/organic I’m about to squash.”

[blackwldcw]

@13urningstars asked: She's nervous, why is se nervous? Maybe it was because it wasn't often that she sought out BA at her home, or maybe it was because of the small crate in her arms and the gifts it contains.

She'd heard a few rumors, and while she didn't want to assume, the awkwardness of if they had been wrong would probably be enough to kill her.

But wrong or not, she had clawed her way into making enough time to go make sure Arachnia was okay, considering the last time she saw them they where getting shot, and by god they weren't going to back away from seeing her alive and well. she missed their face.

And so she knocks

There is a rustling. A few hastily entered codes, and then the door to Blackarachnia’s hab suite slides open. They seem happy to see her, eyes crinkling as they widely smile. “Cherr, it’s been too long. Come inside!”

They beckon with a few gestures of their hand. “I would help with the package, but—“ They trail off, staring down at their left side, still wrapped in gauze. “Well, you know.”

There’s a lot more webbing in the apartment than Cherrybomb might remember, and there is a very large widow spider cautiously eyeing her from the corner of the hallway.

“I’m sorry. About the message. I probably should’ve texted sooner to let you know I was alright, but I wanted you to have a good birthday first and foremost… I hope you did.”

[meetyoualltheway]

🌸 :)

You believed in me when a lot of people just said, "your model was made for recording and performing, not for creating." There were days when I felt discouraged and you were always there to tell me I could and would write my own songs and people would love them.

You supported me when I continued working with humans after the Kiss Players Project ended.

You always made sure i was taking care of myself, not just taking care of my business or my work or getting things done on time.

Bonuses: you're really talented!!! and we both love turbofoxes!

[meetyoualltheway]

Can Rosanna come over?

The last two times it's just been disaster after disaster. Maybe Spooky Night can break the curse and Iridessa and Jr can behave themselves... :)

It's ok if not, of course!

Her Halloween plans are a good bottle of energon wine and a bunch of horror movies. A cozy night in.

[aprimesrpcorner]

????

“I must ask where you get your paint job done? Because I have never seen a bot with such a nice shade of pink before.”

It’s been a while since he saw any bright pink bot like this before.

[aircommndr]

Howling ghosts, they reappear In mountains that are stacked with fear But you're a king and I'm a lionheart

indie & selective TRANSFORMERS rp blogs for STARSCREAM (canon divergent) & CHERRYBOMB (oc) // As explored by ZIM & PLUM // personal blogs DNI || @13urningstars

[warriorsparked]

@13urningstars || as discussed

Megatron had seen her a couple of times, stationed outside of Starscream's office or inside it. Wherever the femme, he supposed, was meant to be. It was obvious that she was some kind of bodyguard, but Megatron couldn't rightfully see why. She was small in stature, and put in a fight against someone the likes of him? Then again... he shouldn't underestimate what he did not know. It wouldn't be the first time Megatron had underestimated someone a fraction of his size.

At times, in those rare moments that he and Starscream actually conversed, he could feel her optics bearing into the back of his helm. She was watching him, but he was watching her also. Megatron had never done well with authority figures, let alone ones like Cherrybomb. She was... distracting, and he found himself looking at her when Starscream was blabbing on about something he rightfully didn't actually care about.

This time, the former warlord commented as he stepped out of the Chancellor's chambers, the door closing behind him and leaving Starscream to his many duties.

"If you are attempting to be subtle with your glances, you are failing," he muttered, though there was no malice in his voice. In fact, the very corners of Megatron's lips rose upward in a small smirk.