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: None

Previously ended M!A: SG Week

proposing:

dweebzilla:

frostedsammy:

i don’t normally post porn sorry 

think of the children

What the fuck
OOC

//off to work I go. Weeeeeh

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wily-red-and-galeforce-gold whispered: Oh look. The Red Prince has wandered your way. "Hello, Sir Thundercracker. Or, Captain Thundercracker. I am not sure which title you prefer. Since your Lord has retired for the time being, if you aren't busy with other matters I was just... wondering if you would like to be shown around? by me. I mean, it will give you a better lay of the kingdom and of the grounds. Which should make escorting your lord and protecting him easier since you are in an unfamiliar place. Only if you'd...want..."

wily-red-and-galeforce-gold:

primuswhyme:

Thundercracker turned at the voice, immediately bowing in the presence of royalty. “Your Majesty.” He greeted, straightening to stand properly. He listened to the smaller mech’s offer, finding the reasoning sound and… very helpful.

"I would appreciate it very much." He smiled. "Thank you."

So regal, Sideswipe.

So very suave.

The little prince had been five seconds away from beating a hasty retreat. Usually talking to people, whether he had known them since his youngling years, or had just met them, whether they were nobility or held no titles, came to him as easily as venting.

And here he was prattling away nervously in front of this Captain from Vos, probably making a fool of himself.

Unexpectedly though, the offer was accepted, and Sideswipe’s optic flicked up in surprise. That was when the bright smile overtook him. “Oh. Right *ahem* excellent. We could start now?”

Play it cool, you doofus. Don’t sound too eager.

"I do have the free time for the time being." Thundercracker chuckled, nodding. "As it was, I was merely wandering about your faire…. Grounder faires and Vosnian faires are much different. Although I find the snacks to be similar."

He turned his attention back to the fairegrounds for a moment, wings flicking with the tumult of noise. “I admit, it was more entertaining than I had expected.”

Wandering (open rp)

royalrightwing:

Skywarp’s wings flinched in surprise as the other touched him, but didn’t fight him. He looked down at the little pouch, his optics still a little wide, and then raised them to meet the other’s optics. Even as he did this, his fingers closed fully around the offered money. 

"Why?" he whispered softly. "No one else even looks at me twice, except maybe to sneer at me or kick me or…" Or use him for their pleasure. But he wasn’t about to admit that. 

"Because we’re seekers. We watch after our own." He squeezed the mech’s shoulder. "Or we should. Tis but money. I can always earn more."

OOC

//So I hit 400 followers….. What do i do now :I

imagineyourfavoriterobot:

Imagine you and your favourite Autobot falling into the shattered glass version of their universe, and the horrors the both of you would face when you realize how different this new world was.

wily-red-and-galeforce-gold whispered: Oh look. The Red Prince has wandered your way. "Hello, Sir Thundercracker. Or, Captain Thundercracker. I am not sure which title you prefer. Since your Lord has retired for the time being, if you aren't busy with other matters I was just... wondering if you would like to be shown around? by me. I mean, it will give you a better lay of the kingdom and of the grounds. Which should make escorting your lord and protecting him easier since you are in an unfamiliar place. Only if you'd...want..."

Thundercracker turned at the voice, immediately bowing in the presence of royalty. “Your Majesty.” He greeted, straightening to stand properly. He listened to the smaller mech’s offer, finding the reasoning sound and… very helpful.

"I would appreciate it very much." He smiled. "Thank you."

silverwings38:

Forge smiled at him, glad he took it in good humor. “Yes, she’s always trying to find me a suitor. I don’t believe she’ll give up even in the death.” She jest, and wiped her hands of crumbs.

"Are you enjoying yourself? I didn’t think you would leave the young lords side."

"His Winglord bid me to take part of at least the faire." Thundercracker explained. "Won’t be for long. I am not privy to leave his side for long. I hope you well with your mother’s… enthusiasm."

professional-squishy:

The jester let out a laugh, turning a gleeful cartwheel with the scarf fanning out behind her and her belled cables tinkling.

"Fair! Aye, ‘tis fair and answered fairly, good sir!" she sang. “‘Tis Time, and the time is now! Give me thine hand, so that I may tell thy fortune for thee."

Her own hand outstretched for his, a mischievous twinkle in her pink optics.

A fortune teller. Thundercracker had been one previously before, his family being superstitious as they were. Fortune tellers were to be treated with the utmost respect for the future they told often came to pass.

The seeker held out his servo, palm up, his large hand almost making hers seem like a child’s.

professional-squishy:

"Then sir Knight, fortune shalt thee have, if thou might guess my riddle fairly."

Laughing merrily, the femme twirled on her toe, light as a feather, pulling a silk scarf from nowhere as she did. Small bells attached to the decorated cables on her head jingled.

Twisting the scarf in her hands, she took on a showman’s stance, her hands fanning out to include the entire crowd, but her optics never left Thundercracker’s.

"Valued and measured
Kept and wasted
Some call it money
And even spend it
Moving forward never back
It flies and it crawls
It heals all wounds
And waits for none.”

"Answer swiftly, noble guest, and if thou art pleased…" A coin appeared, rolling across her fingers for a brief second before vanishing, "mayhap cross the palm of thine humble servant?"

The crowd cheered her performance, murmuring amongst themselves, but most now also had their eyes on the imposing blue Seeker, waiting for his answer.

Thundercracker’s brow furrowed as he replayed what she’d said to himself, muttering under his breath as he thought quickly. He wasn’t much of a riddler himself, but his older brother loved them and heard many through the inn he ran. Occasionally, when Thundercracker had a rare off day, he would make him sit and listen as he quoted different ones at him. His frown deepened as he tried to recall the different riddles and their answers.

Then it cleared, the seeker giving a nod to himself. He was confident in his answer. “Tis Time, fair maiden.”

silverwings38:

Marin hummed a bit wistful. “If only my wings could carry me such as yours do you, or looked as beautiful.” Her expression changed in a moment, a gleam of mischief and motherly plotting. “Speaking of beauty my dear seeker, is my daughter not stunning today?”

Forge flushed at her mother’s words, and choked on her treats. “Mother, look someone is interested in your Vos painting!” She sputtered.

Marin gasped and turned quickly. “Really? That’s authentic good sir, I spent orns in Vos to get the rainbows just right.” She gushed and scurried over to the potential buyer.

Thundercracker about choked on the offered treat he’d been given, but was quick to recover as the elderly femme moved away to talk to the potential buyer. He stared dumbly after her, face heated slightly before a snort quickly grew into a small laugh. “Sounds just like my femme sire.”

smoothgetaway whispered: Here Kitty Kitty~!

Whoa where did this guy come from? Uh… where did the collar and gag come from now that he’s thinking about it. Where was he…. Whhhhhaaaaaaaat is going on.

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Wandering (open rp)

royalrightwing:

The sound of the other’s voice made him look up, and he turned wide optics to the pouch that was offered to him. He blinked widely, confused, and then shook his head faintly. “I…”

Not wanting to appear weak in front of this gorgeous specimen of his frame-type, he squared his shoulders, raised his wings, and did his best to appear big and strong. “I’m fine. I don’t… need your help.” 

What was the use in saying that? He obviously did - he’d practically destroyed the energon snack he’d been given. Normally he didn’t care what others thought of him, but this mech had been kind to him… He wanted to impress him, for some reason. 

Ah. The Pride of a seeker. Thundercracker shook his helm with a small snort before grabbing the other’s servo and curling his hand around the pouch. It clinked softy, the sound of the gold and silver shanix rubbing together barely audible. “Think of it as a sign of good will. One seeker to another.”

Wandering (open rp)

sunnyperfection:

"Does it look like I can afford to buy a completely new frame? For me AND my brother?" he nearly snapped at the odd look. Seriously. Stop pitying him. He knew true flight thanks to his younger sister, but other then that… No. He hadn’t experienced it himself.

"I meant no offense." Kind of. He still quailed inwardly at the idea of being a Vosnian with no wings.

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