Primus, Why me?
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 :) )

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Current M!A: None

Previously ended M!A: Sparkling

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primuswhyme whispered: So guess what. It's FIREWORKS NIGHT! Thundercracker held the box in his servos, kicking Sideswipe's door.

wily-red-and-galeforce-gold:

primuswhyme:

wily-red-and-galeforce-gold:

FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT WAS HOLY WHAT NOW?

The door was opened (angrily if it were possible for a pneumatic, sliding door to sound angry) and there stood a rather annoyed teed off Sideswipe. “Why are you doing that? What do you want?”

"Ten local time." Thundercracker explained, tapping the tips of his pedes together as he drew random squiggles and swirls in the sand. Tink. Tink. Tink. Tink. Went his pedes. "… Want some energon gummies?"

"….okay."

Hey. It was fuel. You had to be an idiot to deny or refuse fuel when offered especially in war time.

So he took the offered treats and fell into silence again.

Just….scrutinizing the other.

What did he want from Sideswipe?

"….what time is it now then?"

"Mmmm…." Thundercracker checked his chronometer. "Nine forty four. Still gotta bit…." He popped three gummies in his mouth, wings flicking in impatience. "….. Think I should set up more fireworks? I didn’t wanna use them all at once, but…"

Anonymous whispered: Wrath

"Someone hurt reflector. Someone is going to pay.”

smoothgetaway whispered: W͢r͟ath̶, Prid̨e, Sl҉o̴t͢h, ̛E͢n̡v̸y

"You keep your fragging servos off my trine you slag sucking bottom feeder of an autobot!"

"Have you ever seen a more awesome paint job than mine~"

"Why won’t sideswipe hang out with meeeeeee…. Maybe I just gotta try harder."

"Think i covered this one."

warriorofhope whispered: Greed, envy, lust.

"Energon Gels? WHERE?!"

"Eh, there’s nothing  I can’t do if I put my processor to it! Though I do kinda wish I understood what Scree talks about when he gets going on chemical equations. Most of that is boring enough to stall my processors."

"Didn’t I already say pastel? But hey, being cool is a thing too."

predaconking whispered: Lust

"Pastel colors. They’re pretty cool looking. Not as cool as me, but yeah."

7 deadly sins. put one in my ask.

heckbat:

early in life sparklings much like human babies don’t have an understanding of object permanence - meaning that they don’t understand that objects and people still exist when they can’t see them - so when their parent transforms they get confused and wonder where there parent has gone and why there is this object in their place??? some little sparklings cry thinking their parent has left them…

lightinthedusk:

sparklefairydust:

askthegrandhighboob:

fullofsinfullust:

zzazu:

trenzalord:

geometricdeathtrap:

pugsies:

PLEASE READ. WILL NOT HURT TO AND FORWARD. Kids are putting Drano, tin foil, and a little water in plastic drink bottles and capping it up - leaving it on lawns, in mail boxes, in gardens, on driveways etc. just waiting for you to pick it up intending to put it in the rubbish, but you’ll never make it!!!
If the bottle is picked up, and the bottle is shaken even just a little - in about 30 seconds or less it builds up enough gas which then explodes with enough force to remove some your extremities. The liquid that comes out is boiling hot as well. Don’t pick up any plastic bottles that may be lying in your yards or in the gutter, etc. Pay attention to this. A plastic bottle with a cap. A little Drano. A little water. A small piece of foil. Disturb it by moving it; and BOOM!! No fingers left and other serious effects to your face, eyes, etc. Please ensure that everyone that may not have email access are also informed of this. 
Snopes confirms.

I’ve dealt with these before. If you find one:
Do not touch it
Do not touch it
Clear the area around it. It will explode on its own in time.
Once it explodes, do not make contact with the liquid inside. If needed, flush it away with large amounts of water.
Do not try to detonate it. You’ll probably be disfigured.
I’ve seen what these can do. The acidic liquid inside can strip the paint off a car.

when i visited vancouver these were everywhere. it’s not a fucking joke they’re actually scary

Just a reminder that there are awful shitty people out there doing awful shitty things to everyone else

there was a bunch of these at disneyland

i found one in my back yard, when i let my dogs out, i pulled them back inside, took my cousins bb shotgun and shot it from a safe distance (i was in my house and shot from the screen door. When it went off, my family and neighbors came running to see if everything was ok. I told them what happened and to watch out for them. 
These things are not a joke! When we went to check the damage there was a fucking hole in the ground. The dirt in my yard is like CLAY.
This shit is bad news

PLEASE DON’T BE AN ASSHAT. PLEASE DON’T LEAVE BOMBS IN PEOPLE’S YARDS.

WHO COULD BE SO SICK
party--ambulance whispered: "Where are you hiding?"

party—ambulance:

primuswhyme:

…..

That’s a Ratchet.

…..

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay no he’s seriously hiding now. No no no. Go away Ratchet. He doesn’t want any extra things attatched to him, thank you very much!

Multi-coloured wreck indeed. Ratchet hadn’t seen a mech with such vibrant paint since the clubs on Cybertron were still running.

::Sir!::

::I’ve got it, Hoist. Last thing we need is Another Seeker running around the base.::

Good luck with that door, Seeker. Medbay’s on lockdown.

The flier hit the doors, rebounding off of them before slamming his back against them and pressing himself to the seam. As if pressing his entire weight backwards would force them open. He glanced around, optics wide and panicky, looking for another way out.

professional-squishy whispered: "Where are you hiding?" (Red Alert)

professional-squishy:

primuswhyme:

Frag frag frag FRAG! Thundercracker ducked low, keeping his wings angled down and the rock wall of the cavern firmly between them. Not coming out. Nope.

Even with all his early warning sensors and proximity alarms, Red might not have evaded the shot that was clearly meant to take his head off. Anger clouded judgement, reactions… and he was livid.

It would have probably been the end of him, if not for Thayle.

The femme leapt up, desperate, to tackle him or shield him with her smaller body. She’d have taken the full hit, if Red hadn’t been so intent on kicking her right then.

TC’s shot, aimed from so low to the ground, ended up merely taking a bite out of her midsection. It hit Red Alert straight through the neck. The purple mech dropped like a ton of stones, spurting sparks and energon and ugly black smoke.

Not dead. But certainly no good to anyone right now.

Thayle stared, shocked and bleeding, when Red fell.

And didn’t get up.

Perhaps TC could hear it building, the scream that welled up inside her, tearing its way free in a tortured, agonized howl as she crawled towards her fallen master, leaving a trail of energon on the floor of the cave.

Thundercracker stared in horror. The crazy femme had jumped in the way! She jumped in the way of his shot!

The technicolored seeker dashed over, feeling useless with his hands still cuffed. “WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!”

And the Calvary Arrives

wily-red-and-galeforce-gold:

making-a-stand:

speakeasysniper:

Terrifying. Really. Seriously. Bluestreak would be quaking if he gave two shits about the Seeker’s threats, but instead he dug the butt of his rifle into the injured wing.

[text] Of course not. I have one more prize to catch before I do.

Ruby optics flickered down towards the sherbet colored jet again, hooded in contemplation and radiating a sort of smugness. It had been far too easy to take the jet down, so it only stood to reason that the other two would be that much more difficult. Perhaps he should have taken the one first and come back for the other…

[text] I really do hope Lord Prime keeps your head for the wall when he smelts the rest of you. That gag really highlights your better features: your big spike-sucking mouth, for example

"Alright Decepticons, time to move" Megatron announced once Sideswipe and Starscream had rejoined them.

"Thank you for agreeing to help, Sideswipe" he murmured.. "Skywarp can take you" he mused glancing to the tactician

"Yeah yeah yeah." He grumped. "I’m fighting for the greater good and for puppies and rainbows and shit. Can we just get this over with?"

There were Autobots that were waiting to be riddled with bullets.

….

And the colorful pain in the aft needed saving. Or something.

[text] Frag you, Autobot! I bet you fall face first in the ocean! If not, I hope Warp teleports you to the bottom of the fragging Abyss! See you laugh and gloat with all that pressure building until you collapse inward!

Thundercracker may not be the best at threats. But points for creative way to die?

——

Skywarp snorted, stepping up beside Sideswipe. “I like this even less than you do.” That said, he gave no warning as he hooked his arms under Sideswipe’s and hefted him upwards. Astrotrain’s cargo doors opened and….

Out jumped Skywarp. He let them freefall a moment before firing his thrusters on and leveling out. He hated flying with passengers. Their weight always through his automatic warping vectors off.

primuswhyme whispered: So guess what. It's FIREWORKS NIGHT! Thundercracker held the box in his servos, kicking Sideswipe's door.

wily-red-and-galeforce-gold:

primuswhyme:

wily-red-and-galeforce-gold:

FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT WAS HOLY WHAT NOW?

The door was opened (angrily if it were possible for a pneumatic, sliding door to sound angry) and there stood a rather annoyed teed off Sideswipe. “Why are you doing that? What do you want?”

"Huh? Oh!" Thundercracker brushed his hands together, wiping away the sand that had manages to stick to it. "Something Soundwave was playing the other day. Some country song.

'My little darlin' is a, firecracker~!'”

He belted the line out, even if that’s the only line he remembered from it. The tune was what had stuck around most. That done, he sat on in the sand at Sideswipe’s pedes, back to the rock the smaller mech was sitting on. “Now, we wait for 10~”

Sideswipe lifted his peds and hugged his knees to his chest. Maybe subconsciously accommodate the other. Who knew?

"Ten what?"

"Ten local time." Thundercracker explained, tapping the tips of his pedes together as he drew random squiggles and swirls in the sand. Tink. Tink. Tink. Tink. Went his pedes. "… Want some energon gummies?"

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