#fatalibuspuer

prompt ; ACCEPTING.

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. 

[ TO ] speed racer[ FROM ] Terra

[1 / 1] hey speed racer, i gotta tell you something. can i call you??

          “…—” she heaved a sigh of resignation.

                                    SAVE            > DISCARD

the civil wars lyrics sentence starters ; ACCEPTING.

OF ALL THE WIT stashed away, she’d nothing prepared for this. the words lodged in her throat, and in place of a retort, colour flooded her cheeks. Terra quickly spun her shock into laughter, albeit weak, and bumped his arm light-heartedly with a fist, sounding a gentle CONK.

          “Smokescreen! c’mon!”

Every bot he’d met in this accursed city had been the same - an absolute terror as far as personality went, all of them meeting his kind, promising words with despicable ones, of disagreement or insult and frankly, Elec Man had grown tired of it. 

Maybe it was in the coding of these so-called ‘Decepticons’ to be so vile in personality, but damn it, if he wasn’t sick of being mistreated. Huffing to himself as he thought of it, Elec Man made his way down the streets of Hive City, taking a walk to ground himself. Remember, he told himself. You need them and they need you. You can bring them to greatness if only they’ll let you.

A huff here, a huff there, and Elec Man’s attitude and bad mood was beginning to dissipate, though it all returned as he looked up to find another one of those 10-foot tall bots standing before him. He sighed. He couldn’t very well pass up the chance to add another to his ranks. What ranks, he thought. I don’t have a single confirmed bot on my side. He had to try.

“Hello there, brother--” He called out, wearing a smile as he raised his hand in greeting.