Captain of the Royal Court
Hello, my designation is Thundercracker. I was formerly Wing Third for the Command Trine of the Decepticons, though now I am a noncombatant seeking shelter from the Autobots. It's a pleasure to meet you.

(an independant Thundercracker rp blog. TC ficlets may still be requested :) )

MA!s welcome.

Current M!A: Knightformers

Previously ended M!A: SG Week

speakeasysniper whispered: Okay so asking Sideswipe to deliver a gift to his boyfriend on Blue's behalf would not only be INCREDIBLY AWKWARD but also INCREDIBLY SUSPICIOUS so the Datsun ends up timidly knocking on the Jet's door himself.

speakeasysniper:

primuswhyme:

And the door slides open, a somewhat eager, but mostly reigned in jet. Oh. Well. That wasn’t Sideswipe. Um… “Hello Bluestreak.”

"H-hi…"

A bit anxiously, he holds up a box. The edges might be bulging a bit and cotton stuffing might be peeking out of the top of the box. The lilleth inside doesn’t sound too pleased with its temporary accommodations.  “I thought.. well if I gave Sideswipe a box to give to you he’d probably think I was sending you a bomb or something so ..”

"I’m sure he doesn’t think that badly of you." Thundercracker said after a moment fore taking the box. He was almost afraid to, really. What if Bluestreak changed his mind at the last moment.

faeline whispered: Not... exactly? I mean, what I'd really be concerned about is long-term exposure to the oils and stuff on our skin, so mostly I just meant "make sure to wash your hands after handling strange humans." And don't, like, shake people, but that's a whole other hazard. Seriously, don't do that. You won't like what happens.

"Trust me, I’m not the least bit interested in really messing with most of them."

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Anonymous whispered: TC!!! I just saw a picture on the Internet of you with a cute little dog (I think his name was Buster)!! You have a pet?!

"Um. No? What would I even do with a dog? I don’t want one. Maybe it’s an alternate."

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speakeasysniper whispered: Okay so asking Sideswipe to deliver a gift to his boyfriend on Blue's behalf would not only be INCREDIBLY AWKWARD but also INCREDIBLY SUSPICIOUS so the Datsun ends up timidly knocking on the Jet's door himself.

And the door slides open, a somewhat eager, but mostly reigned in jet. Oh. Well. That wasn’t Sideswipe. Um… “Hello Bluestreak.”

Reluctant Meetings (closed with wily red and silkymoustache)

silkymoustache:

wily-red-and-galeforce-gold:

Sideswipe, meanwhile was completely at ease, rocking from heel to toe in place, next to the seeker.

"What do you mean you don’t want to do this? This was your idea. Besides," Sideswipe canted his helm up at TC and patted his arm reassuringly, "It’s not that bad traveling around some. You’ve been cooped up for a while."

"Also I have guns," Sideswipe added brightly, honing in on some of what was making Thundercracker nervous.

"So who are we meeting again?"

"You’re meeting me."

A purple and black Autobot seeker with a purple flame painted on his chest walked over to the two newcomers. His lips curled up into a smile as he looked over at the jet and then his ‘buddy’. Rodimus did a double take when he looked at Thundercracker’s buddy. That frame and paint where all to familiar and the seeker all but smiled to himself.

"Welcome ‘o Earth…if ya forgot, th’ names Rodmius. An’ I promise I’m not goin’ ‘o hurt ya or anythin’."

Thundercracker’s optics narrowed. Yeah, he believed that as much as he believed that Starscream would stop being an aft for more than a minute. He stepped in front of Sideswipe, wings held out as far as they would go. A claim. A display.

Don’t you dare touch him.

"Thundercracker. But considering you’ve contacted me before, you already knew that."

speakeasysniper whispered: ◎ So uh... did you ... want one of the birds? Four is too many for me to really take care of and you don't.. exactly go anywhere so you're probably bored and...

speakeasysniper:

primuswhyme:

speakeasysniper:

primuswhyme:

"……. you mean it?" He’s trying very hard to mask the hope in his voice there.

Umm.. yeah… I mean.. Sideswipe would make sure you didn’t break it so…

if… if you want it…

"…. I…. Thank you.” Because really what else could he say?

BUT you gotta promise you’ll take care of it

and give it a nice name

And make sure it gets fed properly so its pitch doesn’t get out of tune and-

and sing with it so it has accompaniment sometimes and-

and- just.. take care of it…. I’ll send it over with Sideswipe…

"Okay." Now he just sounds excited. Like a sparkling being told he could have candy. Only without the short attention span.

He’s already thinking of names.

Don’t eat the cookie, Alice…

professional-squishy:

primuswhyme:

professional-squishy:

"It’s not so bad, really. Anon magic always wears off, right?" Um, there there?

"Not this one… apparently this one’s permanent.”

"Oogh. Well, maybe it’ll wear off anyway? Because this is going to suuuuck if you ever get in a figh—" Stop. Talking. Thayle.

"I mean… Anons have horrible attention spans. Maybe it won’t last once they get bored?"

"I hate them all." Was muttered into the ground.

speakeasysniper whispered: ◎ So uh... did you ... want one of the birds? Four is too many for me to really take care of and you don't.. exactly go anywhere so you're probably bored and...

speakeasysniper:

primuswhyme:

"……. you mean it?" He’s trying very hard to mask the hope in his voice there.

Umm.. yeah… I mean.. Sideswipe would make sure you didn’t break it so…

if… if you want it…

"…. I…. Thank you.” Because really what else could he say?

Don’t eat the cookie, Alice…

professional-squishy:

"It’s not so bad, really. Anon magic always wears off, right?" Um, there there?

"Not this one… apparently this one’s permanent.”

But Powerglide’s dating Astoria and Tracks is dating Raoul so…

I still had no idea this was a thing…

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speakeasysniper whispered: ◎ So uh... did you ... want one of the birds? Four is too many for me to really take care of and you don't.. exactly go anywhere so you're probably bored and...

"……. you mean it?" He’s trying very hard to mask the hope in his voice there.

faeline whispered: relative sizes- like, I know a couple different Bumblebees, right? And I come up to maybe shin-level on the one from the same universal cluster as me. But there's another one that I'm usually about waist-high to? So that makes a lot of difference. I'm not entirely sure about the cultural gap, because I haven't exactly made an extensive study of Cybertronian social rituals, but I'd be willing to bet there will be a lot of miscommunication- at least at first.

"I…. see." Or he’s trying to. "So basically just don’t touch humans just to be safe. Gotcha." *thumbs up*

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faeline whispered: Hang on, let me come off anon for this. Okay, SO. Humans dating Cybertronians is, so far as I personally know, Not A Thing. Mostly because, uh, of the obvious, to start with? Just off the top of my head, there will be huge cultural gaps, physical issues, biological hurdles... It'll be a huge mess. For example, while human secretions aren't going to dissolve you right away, I can't truthfully say I know for sure they won't interact with you chemically at all. I also don't know your universe's
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Don’t eat the cookie, Alice…

professional-squishy:

primuswhyme:

I am guessing you just shrank?

He’s laying flat, face down. Only a little bigger than Thayle right now. Someone just end his miserable existence right now.

A low whine is your only answer.

She sits down beside him. “Man, you are going to have to be hella zen from now on.”

"Um, hey, since you know the truth of my non-corrosive ways, mind if I give you a comforting pat on the back?"

Another whine is your answer. He’s soaking in his despair right now. Go right ahead.

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