RISE UP

★ RULES & MUSES ★ INTEREST TRACKER ★

Before you follow please understand I am diagnosed borderline personality disorder and I use writing to cope with it. There will be themes of that seen on this blog, particularly with the character of Starscream. Understand that I am by no means condoning anything any of these characters do. Mun =/= Muse and I hope we all understand that. You are free to not follow or interact with me if this upsets you. Thank you.

Welcome to ourpriime, a multimuse for Transformers primarily focusing on Transformers Prime.

This is a roleplay blog, so I ask personals do not interact. Please do not reblog threads unless you are part of them, thank you! 

My name is Cazcaine, I am 21+ (crica 1995), transman (he/him), and I’m diagnosed with borderline personality disorder (bpd). If I do anything to make you uncomfortable, you have the right to unfollow me. Your dash is your place to feel safe and have fun in.

This blog will contain 18+ content and it will be tagged accordingly. Please do not follow/interact if you’re under 18.

Duplicate friendly & multiship. LGBT+ friendly (obviously). Any phobic behavior will not be tolerated and will result in an instant block; I’m here for fun not for any of that stuff.

I’m here for fun and look forward to getting to roleplay & make friends!!

Ahead of time, if you want to follow me for the move;

I’ve got the blog under the url @disastercvs​ 

I am going to go ahead and move everything to the one blog because it’s for my own comfort. If you follow me there, we can keep our threads. Just let me know what you want to keep and I’ll be able to continue it there. 

Actually let me voice it here too. 

I’ll be honest; I’m a little uncomfortable on this blog and I’m very much considering closing it down, taking the muses with the highest muse on them and moving them to my other multi. It’s all personal reasons, but it’s starting to really get to me. 

I’d be keeping Starscream, Knock Out, Megatron and Optimus namely as those were my strongest muses. I’ll willingly give out the other blogs url and everything. Including moving threads there to continue them should my current partners want to follow me there.

sorry for spending my day on my other blog my muse spiked there and dropped here lksdhg

so uh those waiting on threads thank you for being patient with me this has been Rough for me lately so y’know. i appreciate the patience. 

“ Let go? Let go? ” now he is getting furious, but he kept his volume in check, “ How could I possibly let go when Megatron is alive? What are you expecting me to do? Stand there and do nothing and watch our troops die one by one because of his own seflish gain? I can’t just stand on the sideline and wait for the Autobots to take Megatron down! I just can’t- ”

And Starscream stopped like that. He held his own face, letting out an exhausted sigh. He is truly disappointed in Megatron, truly. Exhausted by his orders and everything, and making sure he is still alive and hadn’t had his spark ripped out by the warmonger. On top of that, make sure no one know he was secretly working for the Autobots. Not even the doctor should acknowledged this. 

“ You ever stop to think for a moment that maybe some of those under him have influenced the changes in him ? ” Knock Out says it rather pointedly, before going back to the datapad in his servos. “ You forget who looks after all of you. ” Idly he begins to finish the report out, before a sigh, optics flicking up. 

“ You only see it from your point of view, and I can’t force you to look through someone else’s optics. But I have my own theories, my own suspicions. And above all else, you really do need to learn to calm down. You’ll say or do something that someone else isn’t going to be okay with and get yourself seriously injured. That’s the last thing you or I need. So take a hint, will you ? Learn to put your thoughts elsewhere. Or at least consider seeking some kind or therapy. I’ve not done much of it, but I can put in to see if we can reach out to our forces and get one in here. I might even be willing to lie for you and say it’s for my own self. As I see asking for help half the time gets knocked down to signs of weakness - which is really is not. ” 

“ I didn’t s- ”

Now, it wasn’t his intention to piss the medic off. Starscream had turned back towards Knockout in attempt to clear up the misunderstanding until he mentioned of their leader. It seemed to immediately spark a fire in him already at the word of ‘our Lord’. He gritted his denta, letting out a growl.

“ Now don’t start mentioning that pathetic fool. Just speaking of him is already sickening enough. And I didn’t say I didn’t want to join. ”  

“ Could have fooled me with your attitude. ” Knock Out makes the remark coldly, before he glances back to his work. “ Good to note mentioning our esteemed Lord Megatron still gets under your plating. ” The hint of a smirk plays across his derma - someone’s enjoying himself. He’ll take his wins where he can get them. 

“ Horror films? The overrated plot where a psychopath is on the loose or a family’s house has been cursed by a possessed utterly grosteque-looking doll? Please, ” the flier waved his servo dismissively, “ Dark Pictures Anthology is a video game but I can guarantee you that the it is hundred times better than those silly movies. The second chapter is specially interesting, quite engaging, I may add. The protagonist was trapped along with other four humans in what I assume is the spirit world. They have to find their way out but not without monstrous beings on their tails. But it turns out all of them were the protagonist’s hallucinations. The other humans with him weren’t real either. Everything that happen are all in his head. The main root of his illusions was the suffering of his guilt from unable to save his family from the fire… ”

And his voice trailed off. Starscream seemed to freeze a bit. Did he just blurt out a summary of a story’s overall plotline? Not to mention, but blurted out a story made by humans?

“ I’d just remembered that I had a few tasks to do- ” he said as he was about to turn away and take his departure.

“ It’s... really not that deep, Starscream. ” Knock Out’s tone goes flat, the medic opting to roll his optics. “ The whole point of those movies is that they’re bad. That’s why they’re enjoyable. Even more so with company. ” He waves a dismissal servo in response to Starscream’s, a rolling shrug of his shoulders before picking up a datapad and idly scrolling through some of his unfinished reports. 

“ Also, next time you don’t want to go on a date - no is suffice enough of an answer. Much simpler. ” His attitude does mostly stem from what he feels is a full rejection, but he’s not going to say that. Instead he keeps a haughty attitude about him, idly tapping in details to his reports. He doesn’t bother looking up. 

✫-The femme trotted along the path she usually took to go to her meet-up spot with Starscream. It was late, but wasn’t like she had anything else to do, plus she hadn’t seen the seeker in a while.

She was closing in on the location, looking to try and hear any sign of him. Nothing, and continues walking closer until she’s at the location. Upon rounding a corner, however, she dead stops and sees the seeker curled up. This strange organic material that was wrapped around like a cage and he looked to be in pain. She was running towards him by the time he let out his cry for help. 

“Holy Primus! Starscream what happened to you?” She doesn’t even know what to think of it. Disease? Mutation? Could be given the wings, but her finials flatten when she gives it a bit more thought, placing a servo on his shoulder. 

“Who did this to you? Was it Megatron? Shockwave?” It didn’t matter, there was no time to try and teach them a lesson. She needed to get him to her ship and examine him. She sighs and takes his servos, “C'mon, we need to get out of here. Wonders! I need a groundbridge.” She says, tapping the side of her helm as she tries to help him stand up.

She’s trying to get him up, the least he can do is get to his pedes. He’s shaking slightly, fear prevalent in his optics as he looks at her. Who did this to him - he could point the blame but he knows the truth. He can only blame himself. 

“ I did. ” He admits it quietly. “ Shockwave designed this... serum. I broke it. I didn’t know what else to do - where else to go. ”

The weight of it all comes crashing down on him and those ugly wings quiver. He still has control, they still go with his emotions. He hates every miserable second. He’s shaking, he’s barely able to think straight. 

Waiting for Starscream to come back feels like an eternity. Rodimus is half convinced he won’t. But he returns.

Rodimus is silent for a long moment. The answer should be obvious–and it speaks to just how… messed up Starscream’s situation is. How messed up he is. It hurts to see someone steeped so deeply in despair. It’s not right.

He takes the energon cubes, and says, “Because living under someone else’s thumb and getting the tar beaten out of you on the reg is a miserable way to live? Because everyone deserves freedom? That’s what Autobots fight for, dude.”

He opens a cube and takes a drink. It tastes… odd. Close to what he’s used to, but slightly off. He wipes his mouth on the back of his hand. “I’m not trying to get under your plating on purpose. I save that for Megs.”

Wings slowly lower down; both pair betraying him. There’s a cold chill that strikes him, and he draws up and back slightly. To hear something like that spoken to someone like him. For a moment his expression darkens, and he takes in his situation. He runs it over in his mind, turning it over and over, before he shakes his head, crossing his arms protectively across his chassis. 

“ I chose this. ” He states it with a calm that speaks to acceptance. “ I am where I am because of my own actions. Do not mistake this with him forcing me. I’ve ran. I’ve always came back of my own accord. Others who run get hunted, killed. He’s always left me to my own devices, took me back every time I crawled right back. I don’t pretend I understand why he takes me back instead of terminating me - but I accept my lot. ”

He takes a moment to quietly think. There’s a way to phrase the why without looking for pity. There’s a way to make it make sense to Rodimus - to relate it. He knows it. He raises his optics to meet Rodimus’. The purple sends a chill through him, but he straightens himself up tall, his arms uncrossing and folding behind his back - an old familiar regal stance. He never quite lost it.

“ You have your crew. You know how they look up to you, depend on you. I had the same - except it was the entirety of Vos. To fail them as I had; penance was due. It is a miserable existence, but I live while they do not. It is fair. If I have to continue on; I deserve to continue to feel every last thing they all had to go through. It’s not a proper price to pay for failing all those who looked up to me to lead - but it is all I have. ”

It’s when it’s out that he clues in to how pathetic he sounds, and a servo comes up to rest on his helm, gently rubbing at it with an elongated sigh. Frustration shows through his body language, and he lowers his arm, letting it uselessly dangle at his side. 

When Soundwave had been (none too gently) notified that he had been chosen to be offered up as a political sacrifice in an arranged marriage, of all things, he’d damn near thrown the table across the room. The only thing that had stopped him was the weight of the thing.

Arguing with Megatron provided no clemency. Neither did threatening him, threatening resignation, or threatening to bodily throw himself from the highest tower in Kaon.

“It’s archaic,” he’d protested at great volume. Megatron had only shrugged.

“It’s cultural.”

And so he’d become the sacrificial lamb, much to his undying, blazing rage–but he had made compromises in the name of Cybertron before.

He would do so again.

Prime was waiting for him in one of the empty chambers of the Primal Basilica. He’d never actually met the mech, but fancied he knew enough about him through surveillance to surmise an accurate description of him. Needless to say, he didn’t like it. All the same, he strode forward, silent and sleek and absolutely dwarfed by Prime’s sheer size, grit his teeth, and offered a hand to shake.

A momentary look of worry flashes across Optimus’ face; the silence was not what he considered a good sign. There’s a slight shift in his weight, before he reaches out his own servo to gently take Soundwave’s. His grip is light, giving Soundwave ample choice to pull away at any given time. 

It’s not what he’s used to - such a situation. Being told by those higher up this is the way to stop a full war from breaking out; that this would find peace. The star Prime, the one everyone was looking up to, making such a move in the name of peace would surely quell the rising tensions. Perhaps the unease is shared between them; but there is a sense of duty within Optimus’ spark. He once again tries a gentle smile. 

The voice Hotshot can hear behind him is glorious, beautiful, and it makes his plating rumble. It’s not much, only two, but its enough that Hotshot’s given his permission to turn around and lay his visor on his soon to be partner. Such a pretty little doorwinger, the perfect prize for a mech such as Crossback..

“I could say the same about you.” Comes the response as he remains seated, awaiting his permission to rise.

The response gives Crossback pause, the two-wheeler tilting his helm slightly at it. He did not expect such things thrown to him; most tended to treat him with indifference or distaste. Perhaps more so for his occupation; though some might find the mask unsettling. Something he adopted over time, going through various looks until he settled for his current, more or less.

Though if this is a positive thing; he won’t complain. He’s had his fair share of mechs as gifts - and none of them stuck for long. He wonders if this one will. Another idle tilt to his helm, tapping a clawed digit against his leg as he thinks. He’s used to unnerving silence, watching others with an unnatural calm. Adopted from his mentor; Shadeviper. 

" This is just what humans called 'cursed' "