#solisanima ; soundwave

[sunoflegend]

➳ for an apologetic text (For anyone you think would be interesting!)

[ you aren't going to like this but ]

[ laserbeak may or may not have gotten his servos on that one very important document you definitely didn't want him getting ]

[ which. not my fault, by the way, but good luck if you decide to get it from him, because he's being a real glitch about it ]

[dontpetmeibite]

Ravage frowns. That's almost his voice, but it isn't him. Her conjunx has many alternates but all of them are unique in different ways.

"Only if the person who finds it is too stupid to recognise excellent blackmail material," she mutters without even thinking about it.

She wonders if this one has someone like her, and what the relationship is between them.

She has diaries. Good luck getting them out of her encrypted hidden partitions without her cooperation, but most people are more worried about what she might write about them than what she is writing about herself and her family.

Ravage is a mysterious being, pregnant with secrets, veiled in the shadows she walks through, at least in the minds of the Autobots. (The ones who know she's actually a person, anyway.)

The Decepticons know she has actually very few secrets. They're all in her poetry, hidden in plain sight.

“Keeping a diary is an excellent way to have your personal information discovered and passed around for all to see.”

[pixelgamer07]

Dash Commentary

Me: Watching @solisanima Soundwave and @ourpriime Knock Out bicker like an old married couple.

[puniendi-et-serviendi]

@solisanima

It had been.. what? Days? Weeks? since he’d gotten his new room--and now there were Autobot’s storming the base. Barricade had a small flyer in his arms, blood dripping down his back and he was trying to find Soundwave. Said cassette was safe, Lazerbeak wasn’t hurt but he’d caught a bot trying to take them away.

“EAT SCRAP MOTORHEAD!” Barricade snarled as he tore his way through another few nameless bots and finally parted his chassis. “Get in so you don’t become scrap, little one.” He growled, twisting to fire his Ion cannon at a mech down the hall.

::Soundwave! Where are you?!::

[plckybot]

🗡 From Soundwave.

　　FROM THIS ASK MEME / CURRENTLY ACCEPTING !

　　What ? 　Give her a minute to think . 　Just earlier , she was excited to share how her studies have been well - spent at the Academy , only to be caught under great uncertainty at the item in her servos . 　Her beloved carrier had insisted she take it , much to her chagrin . 　Sharp weapons aren't exactly allowed at the Academy , to say the least . 　❝ What am I supposed to do with this ? ❞ 　An innocent question , one laced with due concern . 　Thanks , Soundwave .

[ofvaporex]

@solisanima​​ said (x):

Soundwave: “For someone who as allegedly cunning as he is, he is remarkably predictable.” 

“Ah, it provides some consistency in an otherwise inconsistent universe.”

[spymeister]

solisanima

Soundwave: “You’d think sharing an identity would foster some manner of camaraderie, but apparently not.”

Ya'd think, but eh. Somehow I'm not surprised.

[captainseamech]

@solisanima 💙'd for a short starter! || IDW Soundwave

             "Wait, so... lemme see if I got this right... Ya completely gave up on bein' a 'Con and now y'are helping the Autobots?"

[roleplay-finder]

Hi! I’m 23, they/them. I’m looking for someone to ship Optimus Prime with my Soundwave. I’d really like to rp them recovering from the war and learning to forgive and love each other. I’m specifically looking for someone who can balance Optimus’s goodness and nobility with his trauma/bad habits and some of the bad things he’s done during the war. Playing him as NB would also be a plus, as I prefer to ship with female or NB muses.

The rp itself would basically involve lots of small connected threads, some based off of prompts I find. Preferably this would be on Discord, OR, even better, a tumblr blog (the rpc is super fun and inviting). There will be some NSFW.

If you’re interested, hit me up with a bit of your writing or portrayal and a bit about yourself over at solisanima! I’ll link you to some of my writing too. Thanks for reading :)

[dynastes-iaconus]

{ @solisanima // Soundwave }

“I have made it a point to try and personally meet each of the Insecticon leaders, and yet you, my friend... You have eluded me at every turn. I cannot help but fear I’ve done you some insult.”

As regal and sweeping as the Iaconian beetle looks, Optimus also looks fairly haggard and worn beneath the drapes and carefully maintained armor. Almost tired, as if he’s been working himself to the quick over personally attempting to settle the newly arrived refugees and others who have arrived to Metroplex Ridge over the last few moons.

“Please, whatever grief I’ve caused, I apologize for. It is never my intention to alienate potential allies.”

[dontpetmeibite]

"I've known Soundwave since we were very young, but I would imagine you know this. He's the kindest person I know, although he hasn't always been able to live by all of his principles. We have loved each other since we met."

Ravage sighs, softly. "We were spark-bound before we were a quarter-vorn old, although the society we lived in did not recognise the relationship. An elaborate music box meant for a noble House and a beastformer are not supposed to love one another, particularly not if she is someone else's property. He came from the Towers; they cast him out, and then he came to live with me, and two of my siblings, Buzzsaw and Laserbeak, in Rodion. Was it not also so with you?

"Anyhow, Senator Ratbat got a court order to indenture him for the theft of three beastformers; he had to work for the Senator until he paid off what they cost, and in order to ensure that he didn't set us free before then, we were forced into cassettification. We were Megatron's friends, we fought in the war... Megatron sent us all the most difficult recruits, and some of them, like Rumble and Frenzy, became part of our family. A lot of my other creche-sibs also became Decepticons--Glit, Howlback, Garboil, Wingspan... So now that the war is over, most of them live on Sanctuary Station, and so do Soundblaster, Viridian, Dedication, Improv, Catfish and Sparkthief, who are our children. Two of them were made in Shockwave's labs and two of them were adopted; he carried the other two."

Ravage shrugs. "That's the short version."

"You presume correctly, Soundwave." She rises to stand bipedally, transforming into root mode so that he doesn't have to look so far down. "From Sanctuary Station, where I live with my conjunx, whose name is also Soundwave." Ravage smiles. "And the rest of our family."

[ofvaporex]

@solisanima​ said (x):

Soundwave: “Trade places.” 

“Mech I just retired. I’m not going back into it. I’m afraid you’ll have to figure out that on your own.”

[puniendi-et-serviendi]

Head of intelligence? "Rumor has it you see to a lot of the day to day things too." He replied, feeling his frame cooling down a little more as they walked away as well. It wasn't nearly enough, he'd be shocked at how cool a room was supposed to be but..

"Either way, thank you for at least hearing my issue out and not passing it off as needless bitching." He said softly, under his breath so that no one else could hear it.

puniendi-et-serviendi​:

Barricade was trying to hold back his growls and irritation as he held Soundwave up to the vents, the heat just getting worse and worse with every chuff of his fans.

“A new room?” He asked as he stood back up, glancing around his current quarters. “I asked for a change a while ago and was told this was the only availability.. got told that was your doing as well..” He was already retreating from the room though, needing to cool off.

“I’m assuming it’s all a lie then. Keeping me here wasn’t your doing?”

Soundwave followed Barricade out of the room, shifting uncomfortably in the heat–but the further away they got from it, the cooler the halls became.

“Negative,” he said. “I am the head of intelligence. Such matters lie outside my purview.” He would be giving the mech who’d laid the blame on him a talking to–or a demotion.

[puniendi-et-serviendi]

Was that a little twitch of a digit behind Ravage’s audial in a pet? Nope, he’d deny it everyway from Sunday if he had to, but he wasn’t throwing the cat so there was hope...

“My door is locked. I’d rather not close my vents too because of how slaggin’ hot it gets in my room, but I’m about to.” He grumbles out, but he hasn’t exactly  handed Ravage back to Soundwave yet. “Why can’t they go bother someone who isn’t prone to killing first thing in the morning?” And was that worry in his spark? A fear that he might actually hurt one of them? Never.

Barricade's in a good mood for once, which means he's not exactly growling as he brings another cassette home to 'Mama'. This one was a sassy feline who he was actually, idly petting when no one was paying attention.

"Soundwave." Came the consistently gruff tone from the Enforcer, though it was lacking it's typical anger and frustration. "Your cassettes really need to stop finding their way into my room."

Soundwave, suffice to say, is surprised that a wall of pure fury doesn't hit him out of the blue. He's irritated, sure--when is he not?--but it's a pleasant change from his usual attitude. Soundwave pushes away from his desk and swivels his chair to face Barricade, crossing one leg over the other.

"Perhaps you need to lock your door," he says. He's amused--not that Barricade would be able to tell, with the way his mask conceals his tone.

[dontpetmeibite]

"You presume correctly, Soundwave." She rises to stand bipedally, transforming into root mode so that he doesn't have to look so far down. "From Sanctuary Station, where I live with my conjunx, whose name is also Soundwave." Ravage smiles. "And the rest of our family."

“Keeping a diary is an excellent way to have your personal information discovered and passed around for all to see.”

[puniendi-et-serviendi]

Barricade was trying to hold back his growls and irritation as he held Soundwave up to the vents, the heat just getting worse and worse with every chuff of his fans.

"A new room?" He asked as he stood back up, glancing around his current quarters. "I asked for a change a while ago and was told this was the only availability.. got told that was your doing as well.." He was already retreating from the room though, needing to cool off.

"I'm assuming it's all a lie then. Keeping me here wasn't your doing?"

puniendi-et-serviendi​:

Barricade did as he was instructed, kneeling down beside Soundwave and cupping his hands together in such a way that made it clear he’d done this before. It certainly wasn’t with the cons, Barricade had never been caught kneeling in front of anyone other than Megatron. But no one knew his actual back story, so how would they  know he’d served with a team and had been on good terms with them?

The heat was getting worse, and the hotter he was, the more agitated he seemed to get, to the point where he was simply growling with every movement. “You can look up there but it’s clear as can be..” He stated as he lifted Soundwave with ease, something he could’ve even done with a single servo.

And it was true. The issue was location. His room wasn’t’ supposed to be inhabited. It was supposed to be for nuclear and ion storage–so why would someone put him down here?

Curious. More information to comb through later. But for now, Soundwave stepped into his palms and let him hoist him up on eye level with the vent. He peered inside, sending a brief ping of sound to map out its dimensions.

Barricade was right. The vent was fine–the location was what had to change. Soundwave stepped down and back onto the floor and opened up his internal comm link.

“You will be reassigned a new hab suite within forty-five minutes,” he said, even as he sent out the message. “These living conditions are not conducive to optimal health.”