sound✘blaste𝚛 .ᐟ

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i don't have a Self . toricoriot.

it can't exactly recall what she even did with that stolen beer. he wants to say he hypnotized a sober family man to drink it & relapse back into his old, destructive ways. but it probably did that to a lot of people. Honestly. the acts all blend once you've tried them all .

it's interesting how loud someone's thoughts can be in comparison to the voice others can hear, which is quite the statement considering blitzwing's grating voice that sounds in dire need of some oil. she stops, graceful, easy, predicted, not bumping the other. optics soften. ' who's letting me

BLITZ𝐖ING.@deadboit.bsky.social · last yr.

( fire flushes from his seams, flaring quickly upon the ghastly reveal. unsure whether he was unnerved by the sight alone, or what it reminded him of. but he wasn't. he wasn't Like that freak. not that kind of twisted, anyway. he wasn't good, but he wasn't that horrid. .. anyhow.. he tries to

megatron's words now. ' if it was so Important to you, you should have Fought for it . ' just missing the Orion portion of the relayed recording. she stands up, & turns around, tail sweeping away the ice on the ground. he looks over its shoulder mount, optics staring blank but burning into

BLITZ𝐖ING.@deadboit.bsky.social · last yr.

( rearing upright at the crackle of soundblaster's shoddy radio, baring his three individualized sets of fangs incredulous and revolted. serrated sections grind and whirl in opposing direction, ready to separate when face firmly shuts, heat rising across his left facial plating and steaming out

red optics blink innocent in their shadowed visage, letting the cubes of popcorn dink off its mouth covering & clatter to the ground. she listens, servos in their lap, patient, helm tilting a bit. his tail, mechanical, powerful, designed similar to an orca's, starts to sway, patterned to a pendulum

BLITZ𝐖ING.@deadboit.bsky.social · last yr.

( ice forms around the puffs of the popcorn until the bonks turn to clinks against soundblaster's white face guard, the fresh food turned to ice cubes with popcorn frozen inside. right servo balled, purple digits tinged blue, he scoffs before stepping in front of the execution's sadistic viewing,

watching a decepticon's public execution after soundblaster remotely hypnotized the poor con into making one huge mistake, just because soundblaster needed something to watch that day. & still. she felt so. empty. popcorn bonks off his mask. it keeps pretending to eat anyway . toss. bonk. toss .

{ they let the triple take the beer back, listening carefully to his actions & his inaudible ones as well. Orca tail sweeps slowly, side to side. } this isn't my Body either. but here i am. Using It . { voice switched over to Shockwave's. a specific choice, as were all his choices, as callous as

BLITZ𝐖ING.@deadboit.bsky.social · last yr.

( wings twitch with an easy annoyance, the banter with his buddy being a basic part of his daily life now. always better to banter with a bot that wasn't himself. he wondered if astro felt the same, even in all their annoyances. fangs reveal themselves for a reply, but his raspy voice gets stuck.

{ the stereo is silent, watching the tank tumble, noting how practiced the move must have been, telepathic abilities aside, it was notable how a clunky changer like blitz Didn't get stuck mid-transformation, especially one as acrobatic as this. .. according to mecha Their size. he skims through

BLITZ𝐖ING.@deadboit.bsky.social · last yr.

( tank cannon swivels to the search, treads whirring back and forth with excitement just from the familiar voice alone. the beer pack wobbling atop ) PAARTNERR!! ( without question, blitzwing draws closer, cannon searching around ) how can a lug as big as yourself be ..stealthy ?

{ the broken stereo is stored quiet in the shadows, listening in to all the audible conversations & the inaudible. the mental specialist clicked a nodule, implementing the perfect mimic of a thief's speech, even down to the old train's infinite echo as if chugging down a long tunnel } { astrotrain's

BLITZ𝐖ING.@deadboit.bsky.social · last yr.

( balancing a pack of American beers on his tank top as he shuttles his treads, cannon scanning only slightly around in search of a specific someone to share his stolen goods with .. )