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stinglikeame · 9 months ago
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"Okay but like, how were they wrong?" -Redstrike
They weren't! That's what makes it worse!
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transformiing · 10 months ago
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“How curious. Would you consider yourself divine then, Redstrike-san?”
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mnemoiisms · 1 month ago
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📜 -Spyder pls
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seacrestseacon · 1 month ago
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📜- now do Codeblue
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iaconsavior · 1 month ago
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📜 - for Redstrike
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ask-smokescreen · 10 months ago
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"Oh. Nothing you couldn't handle Smokey."
Ohhh, yeah? Now I'm curious what kinda challenge we're talking! 'Cause I can handle a lot, you know that, right?
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photobombingcryptid · 9 months ago
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::Codeblue. ::
Blaze comms the other and clears his throat.
:: How would you feel if I borrowed Gary and painted him. For fun. ::
He sounds a little drunk. A little high.
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badassitron · 4 months ago
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Redstrike just grins and lets all FOUR of his arms unfold. "C'mere little autobot! Give us a hug!"
DON'T HAVE TO TELL B TWICE. He's RUNNING to be caught. Four arms means twice the hug, right??
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rodismancave · 11 months ago
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You're kind of so cute it makes me ravenous. Just wanna take a nibble.
Do you want a bite outta my burrito
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123mirage · 1 year ago
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Snake is just gonna, curl up right here. Right on top of Mirage. Yup. Perfect spot. Thank you.
He wakes up from his nap, what was it another alleycat? No. What is this!? He's wiggling what is IT?!?
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scientificmicroscope · 1 year ago
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Redstrike slips a box of energon gel candies to Quark as well as a bottle of moonshine engex.
"Oh? What is the occasion, dear Artist?" Quark smiled as clearly, the mech had grabbed his attention with such a display.
"I don't think it's my Forge day yet."
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rifleseye · 2 years ago
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Redstrike just, wandering down the hall to Swerve's, passing by Percy and leaving a trail of candy-coated energon-candy scent in his wake, as if he'd been bathing in sweetened energon.
Perceptor pauses his persistent pursuit in pattern perception when Redstrike passes by. What is that coying smell? Curiously, he follows after if only because he wants to find the source. He's not been around many who use... perfumes? Scent enhancers? Well either way, he feels a little ridiculous when he realizes he's just following Redstrike when he actually looks up from his datapad.
And finding himself in Swerve's.
This is embarrassing.
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transformiing · 1 year ago
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"Your self awareness does you credit, I s'pose."
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mnemoiisms · 2 months ago
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seacrestseacon · 1 month ago
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📜 -for Redstrike and any of the squaddies
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iaconsavior · 3 months ago
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A slender and pretty mech is waiting for Sentinel in one of his plethora of drawing rooms. He lounges like a bored Emperor... or a Prime. The tips of his tail flick up as he traces a hand from his knee strut up to his windshield. The light caught his red paint and shimmered the same way the most high-class escorts would. "You kept me waiting. I was led to believe you enjoy having your portrait painted." He mused, his voice smooth as silk.
"..." Primus. Sure, he's used to flaunting and flirting that comes with invites from the rich and famous, hardly always the host puffing a bit of bumper for attention. But this? Primus certainly knows how to bless.
There is red paint, and then there is red paint. This one makes fire opals weep with envy.
Was he due for portraits? Honestly, probably. Marketing and PR scheduled a lot of things around his trips to the surface 'matrix hunting'.
"My deepest apologies. I wish all meetings could be as time conforming as you but, alas. Such is the way of the Prime. " Sentinel hummed, servo held down and out for a shake.
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