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[ blows kisses in return ] it’s always nice to have whirl on my side~

“Hey, who said it was me?! I’d never say stuff like that.” He’s just going to chuff indignantly and look very innocent.

The word struck a chord in the girl. Mutiny. Mutiny. The crew they had served with, the crew they had all risked their lives for, had turned against them. They had decided that half of their teammates had to die, and for what? Because they weren’t willing to HATE their entire lives?

“—how WRONG this is. Forgiveness? Rehabilitation? Reint—”

A furious SCREAM came from the human, cutting Getaway off and startling all in the atrium. A number of optics turned towards Leah, but she paid them no mind. With all the strength she could muster, she jumped from Rewind’s shoulder and onto the control panel. The slap of her feet against cold metal sent a sickening sting through her body.

Good. Good, give her something to focus on— something to fuel the fire in her chest. A hand came near her, but she pushed past it. Her eyes were trained on HIM.

“I’m not a BAD PERSON.”

Yes he was. By the Gods, yes he was. He was leaving a number of innocent mechs to die all because he had a grudge. He had staged this uprising due to bitterness. He was going to let them rust away because of some sick need for revenge. If he wasn’t a bad guy, then she was goddamned MISS CONGENIALITY.

Leah wanted to scream at him. She wanted to hurl insult after insult, until she could reach through the goddamned screen and rip his spark out. If he wanted his revenge on Megatron, fine; that was fine. But Tailgate and Ten and everyone else who had done NOTHING WRONG did not deserve to die for his so-called “strong beliefs.”

However, her lips could form no words. Her tongue couldn’t process the “fucks” and “goddamns” she needed to get out. Instead, all she could was scream, a little banshee deciding on her next victim.

Dark gray digits encircled her form, just as she was reaching for the gun at her waist. They removed her from the console, their touch ever-gentle, even as she clawed and fought against them. They couldn’t hold her back from RIPPING HIM APART. They didn’t realize just what measures she would go to pay Getaway back.

He would die for this. She would kill him, and she would present his spark to Megatron. Let him do with it as he wanted. Or Cyclonus; she was sure he would want a swing at it. Someone. Someone would do away with him. They just had to let her get the first swing.

When asked about it later, Leah would remember none of her outburst. She wouldn’t remember how she had ripped her nails against Megatron’s digits. She wouldn’t remember how she had shrieked at Getaway; no words, just the cry of bloodthirsty animal. In fact, when all was said and done and the girl had finally regained her senses, all she did was ask for Whirl to open his cockpit.

SEND ME A SHIP AND I’LL DO THIS THING

The ship is my: OT3 5EVER

I consider this ship’s feelings: Mutual | Mixed | Strange | Awkward | Platonic | Sibling-like | One-sided | They don’t really like each other |

I’d consider the relationship: Healthy | Awkward | Abusive | Doesn’t work properly | They’d never get together |

Children: No | Yes | They’d think about it

Well, Whirl may not have any children, but Cyclonus and Tailgate certainly would. Tailgate has the perfect carrying spark, in our headcanons, sO.

General Opinion: 

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NAME: Rung » AGE: Very old, a contemporary of Kup. Exact age unknown. » BIRTHDAY: unknown » SPECIES: Cybertronian » GENDER: Genderfluid/Agender. He/Him pronouns. He doesn’t consider gender that important, to tell the truth. » ORIENTATION: Panromantic, Demisexual »PROFESSION: Psychiatrist. » HAIR  ARMOR COLOR: Orange » EYES  OPTIC COLOR:  Bright blue » HEIGHT: 28′

FAMILY

» SIBLINGS: None » PARENTS:  None (Forged) » OTHER RELATIVES: Stormfront- Conjux Endura, deceased. Resonator- Son, deceased.  » ANY PETS?: None, but not opposed. Particularly likes felines.

SKILLS

» PHYSICAL PROWESS: Not much of a fighter, but is quick and flexible. Good with a spear. » ABILITIES: Excellent therapist. Adept linguist. Has an uncanny ability to make people trust him and open up. » HOBBIES: Model ships (but only ships on which he has served), research, reading trashy cheap novels, sings occasionally. Likes to psychoanalyze strangers people watch. 

TRAITS

—— POSITIVE ——

Rung is exceptionally kind. His kindness allows him to be forgiving and understanding to everyone he encounters; an asset, since he usually has people in his office that have committed heinous crimes during the War. He has a quick dry wit, and an unending capacity for love and friendship.

—— NEGATIVE —

Rung is incapable of taking his own advice. He tells his patients all the time reach out to others, you deserve love, but for some reason he cannot make these messages apply to himself. He is incredibly lonely, and refuses to reach out. Also, Rung has a problem with needing to be the smartest one in the room. People don’t see this very often on the Lost Light, because he is the only psychologist, but put him in a room with his academic peers, and he becomes insecure, and he has to be right.

LIKES

» COLORS:  Deep reds and purples.  » SMELLS: New paint, fresh cut energon crystals, clean air.  » DRINKS: Swerve has this delicious orange concoction, and since Rung has a gigantic sweet tooth, he loves it. » ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES?: Not often, or in large quantities. He used to though. 

OTHER DETAILS: Feels compelled to be perfect all the time, and refuses to be vulnerable in front of anyone on the Lost Light. Wishes people would remember that he’s lost his fair share of people, too. 

» SMOKES?: No. » DRUGS?: No. » DRIVER LICENSE?: Since his scooter doesn’t require a license, no. » EVER BEEN ARRESTED?: Once or twice, during his Academy days. 

No. Our universe is a tragic catastrophe at times, but it’s never sunk to that sort of low.

[text] So uh

[text] I was wondering

There’s an attachment. It’s a very blurry picture. Hard to tell what it is.

[text] Are you turned on right now