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Broadcast Beatline
Transmission incoming.
“Ayo, it's Beatline,live from the middle of a skirmish I definitely did not start!”
“Y’all throw punches, I throw BANGERS. Let’s see who breaks first; your morale or my subwoofers.”
“Drop a track that goes hard enough to make a Decepticon miss their shot.”
“Best one gets added to the ‘Beats to Bleed Out To’ playlist.”
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𝙻𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚆𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝙿𝚒𝚝 (𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚆𝚊𝚛)
Who were they? They were his humans. The witty and creative folk who didn't throw him out when he dropped in after he'd deserted his purpose.
The people that gave him a new purpose, and rebuilt the parts of him that were still broken. They were silenced, just like he'd been silenced once. Never again.
Prompt: Caught on Camera
Beatline set the rec room’s camera to snap a photo the moment someone stepped into the room and were showered with glitter. Harmless. Fun. A gift for a friend.
Instead, your character walked in. Covered in sparkle. Flash. The pic auto-uploaded to the team feed.
Cut to Beatline, watching the live stream: “…I am in so much trouble.” He tries to hide behind his datapad, his one optic peeking over the edge, absolutely shaking with laughter.
What’s one rumor about your OC that everyone believes, but isn’t true?
I’ll go first.
Rumor:
Beatline is incapable of measuring distance normally, he uses what is called “Song Length Metrics”
Truth:
He very much knows how to measure klicks. He just chooses not to because it’s more entertaining to say “about two ballads away.”
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How do you feel about humans?
“Humans… they’re messy, loud, and breakable. They know how to live between the beats. I didn’t get it at first, why they danced like the world wasn’t burning. Why they laughed like grief wasn’t waiting backstage. But the Wigglepit taught me how. That place was more than a club. It was a pulse. A promise. A place where no one cared what you were, only how you moved or what you sounded like.”
“When it fell, I thought maybe I’d stop feeling or go back to static. I kept some things I found in the wreckage, not because I’m sentimental, because I need to remember what peace sounded like. What joy looked like. Humans gave me that, listener.”
Snippet
The rec room was suspiciously spotless. Too spotless. Beatline’s single optic darted over the holoclock, any minute now. He crouched behind the energon dispenser, barely restraining giggles as he monitored the trap he’d lovingly installed under Blaster’s favorite seat.
A glitter capsule. Pressurized for maximum spread. Set to blow the second he touched cushion.
Except…
Footsteps echoed. And Blaster did not walk in with his usual swagger. He limped. Dragging one pede and muttering something about Jazz swiping his energon.
Then whump.
He dropped into the chair like a tired boulder.
BOOM.
Glitter EXPLODED. Holographic musical notes spiraled into the air, accompanied by a trumpet fanfare and a neon sign that blinked: “GLAMBOOM!”
Silence.
Blaster, now blinking sparkly green from head to shin, turned slowly toward the energon machine.
From behind it, Beatline let out a choked squeak and slowly peeked his helm out, one optic scrunched like a kid caught mid-cookie heist.
“…Okay but imagine how perfect that would’ve been if you’d walked in on two functioning legs.”
He started giggling. Hard.
“You kinda sparkle like a holiday album cover now, I’m not even sorry.”
