witwicky.

independent sam witwicky from the michael bay transformers films. selective in following, but not restrictive in who i roleplay with. set post-age of extinction, but for convenience, i can place him anywhere.

written by zacharie. tracks #wxtwicky.

aka coyote didnt put any effort into the ff graphic

        HEY— less than a week and birdlegs is already followed by more than 100 people? You people must be lost. All he does is screech and whine— BUT THANK. That really means a lot!! Giant homosexual robots from space are one of my oldest fandoms and finding out that, woah, you can have a proper RP blog for one of them was a true delight! Which leads to this important part of the follow forever:

SPECIAL SHOUTOUT TO:

pax-tibi, turanos, advinus, wxtwicky and sleekscience !! — honestly, I don’t think I would have made this blog if it weren’t for all of you (especially optidad and megs)! Seeing your wonderful blogs was the main source of my inspiration, so THANK YOU ALL VERY MUCH!!

OTHER AMAZING FOLKS THAT I LIKE A LOT <3333:

oblitusanima;; agnellae;; pxlemistis;; lutecea;; parasiitic;; naviyeager;; scrapsandliquor;; araiignee;; optiimxs;; sic—em;; thewrongproclivity;; redemptiox;; honoras;; 

                                                               SO, THANK YOU ALL ONCE AGAIN!

 God you’re grumpy in the morning.” 

                             ”Stay where you are.” he crouches with a whine of his servos,                               bits of coolant that dripped from the schemer’s maw almost                               landed on the boy. “You think that your pathetic human forces                               can catch me? Really?”

                           [ did the boy not know about his prowess? was he unaware of the                              fact that Starscream was indeed the best flier in the whole                       galaxy?                                                    ignorant worm. ]

                    "pets? i don't know what you're talking about,"                            sam replies with a sickeningly innocent tone.                            "no, really, i don't know where they are. maybe                            ask the psycho killer government that's been                            hunting them down?

                    "oh, that's right, you can't--because they'll try to                            kill you, too. and you're scared of that possibility.                            don't even try to tell me you aren't!" was he really                            talking like this to starscream, of all robots? really?                            did he have a death wish? that had to be the only                            possible explanation.

Slowly, Bee transformed back into his true body, the tall bot with vivid blue optics and a vibrant yellow paint job. He stayed on his hands and knees, so to make himself less noticeable and low enough to look Sam in the eye.

          ❝ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ.❞

His radio was low in volume, mimicking a whisper, and it was the best he could do. Bee would be surprised if his arms weren’t trembling, perhaps with sorrow.

          ❝Hi, Sam.❞

                    he didn't even flinch as the car transformed,                            as if he was expecting it. though he did look ar-                            ound to make sure no one else is watching. he                            didn't want bee to be caught by the government                            and have god-knows-what happen to him.

                    the smallest of smiles crossed over his lips.

                    "hi, bee."

                    his own voice was low, and sam reached up to run                            his palm over bee's metal cheek. those sad, blue                            optics are trained on him. he was vaguely reminded                            of a puppy. the man stepped forward then, doing his                            best to hug the robot around the neck.