themessofscales

A RP/Ask blog for @turquoisedragonmaster's shitty Transformers OC, Bluebolt (Predacon femme) who is... NOT A DECEPTICON. ((M!A: NONE AND ACCEPTING)) mun is open to other verses liek TFA and IDW

A sparkling: (exists)

Bluebolt: welp, guess I’m broody now

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Punishment Symbol Prompts

horrificmemes:

Send me a symbol for your muse to inflict one of these methods of pain, neglect, or suffering. Trigger warnings ahead for … basically, all kinds of unpleasant manipulation, torture, and such. Feel free to make suggestions for a possible part two!

🔒 Lock my muse up in a small cage or a cell

🤢 Force my muse to eat or drink something disgusting/something they hate.

🖊 Write something insulting on my muse’s body, and make them wear it there all day

💀 Starve my muse (or for supernatural muses, deprive them of feedings).

👄Feed on my muse or harvest blood/energy/etc from them (if the sender has a supernatural muse)

⛓  Tie my muse up with chains against a wall.

👂 Torture my muse with insults, cruel words, and verbal threats

🎀 Use ropes to tie up my muse to any surface.

 ❄ Torture my muse with intense cold

 ☀ Torture my muse with intense heat

🥈(for supernatural muses) Press or threaten to press silver/iron against my muse’s body to hurt them

🔪Make cuts or punctures on my muse’s body

📷Photograph or videotape my muse being injured or tortured however you see fit

🛁Submerge my muse in water (of any temperature) with the possibility of drowning them

⭕ (for supernatural muses) Make a ring or seal around my muse so they cannot escape.

💔Drain my muse’s blood (a bit or a lot)

😴Force my muse to stay awake when they’re very tired

🥊Throw punches at my muse while they are cuffed or tied up and cannot fight back

💡 Check up on my muse after leaving them alone in the dark, in silence, for hours or even days

😫Threaten and frighten my muse with things that scare them

🔮Use magic to bind my muse, hypnotize them, or make them a slave

🔥Burn my muse with candles, wax, matches, or a lighter flame held near the skin.

🚬Press a burned cigarette end onto my muse’s skin

📌Shove needles or pins into my muse

☕Throw scalding liquid on my muse.

and as a bonus…

🗡Give my muse the option to face up to three tortures on this list, or else they have to hurt someone they love

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Bayverse Bluebolt: Murder (Stab stab kill everyone who has wronged me stab)

Aligned Bluebolt: Retired and exasperated

TFA Bluebolt: Currently contemplating the mean of life

Cyberverse Bluebolt: Fucking tired of this shit

G1 Bluebolt: Aso tired of this shit

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a-lovable-bug:

perks of being my rp partner: i will make you sad

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Question:

“W-what the hell are you?!” (X-soldier-of-money)

Answer:

x-soldier-of-money:

themessofscales:

Bluebolt’s optics widen and then narrow, chuckling.

“That depends on how you plan to respond to my answer, I suppose.”

She hisses, lashing her tail.

@x-soldier-of-money

Axel nearly jumped at the words as he moved to her backside. Perhaps it was too forward but the dragoness didn’t seem to care.

Smiling brightly, he stepped up onto her back and found a comfortable spot, gently patting her spine

Bluebolt shivers slightly, her spines pressing into grooves along her backstruts so they don’t poke anything.

“Do you need anything to hold onto? I wouldn’t want you falling off.”

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I’m sorry but the idea of Bluebolt chasing Tarn away from Dragonroost (the new name for their darkmount clone) like a angry old woman chasing raccoons away from her trash is so fucking funny to me

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I’m feeling awfully horny and I think it has something to do with Unicron.

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Question:

“W-what the hell are you?!” (X-soldier-of-money)

Answer:

x-soldier-of-money:

themessofscales:

x-soldier-of-money:

themessofscales:

x-soldier-of-money:

themessofscales:

x-soldier-of-money:

themessofscales:

x-soldier-of-money:

themessofscales:

Bluebolt’s optics widen and then narrow, chuckling.

“That depends on how you plan to respond to my answer, I suppose.”

She hisses, lashing her tail.

@x-soldier-of-money

“And you’re tired of always being strong and not having anyone to lean on for yourself” he added. He knew the feeling, he had felt it in the military before when he was in charge of men. He was always suppose to be strong but no one was strong for him.

“Well….I don’t know if your kind likes humans that much but I don’t mind giving you the occasional rub” he chuckled

“Yes.”

She sighs finally lying down completely, her wings brushing along the ground.

“My kind has become more tolerant since the war ended. And I would appreciate it. Humans have little hands, food at getting in small spots.”

Axel seemed to be elected for the scratcher position. He didn’t mind, it was better than being eaten to say he least. He glanced at the rest of her body, seeing just the huge scale of her. She was much bigger than him.

Carefully his hands rubbed up and down her snout, feeling the hard metal under his fingertips. It was hard to believe she felt this. “What’s your name?”

“Bluebolt. My name is Bluebolt.”

Being this close, she knows he can see her scars. Her entire body is covered in them after a lifetime of battle and hardship. Of losing children and friends, of killing the mech she had once followed.

“Bluebolt” he repeated. He saw all the marks and scars. She must’ve been old, much older than him. She looked battle worn and well lived. No wonder why she was probably lonely. “Well I’m Axel” he added. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like you…”

“Axel.”

The word is familiar. Perhaps she knew someone with that name, a very long time ago.

“We tried to stay away from all of you lot. Megatron didn’t want any more attention than the Autobots were already giving us. Although with the war over I have little excuse to hide myself anymore.”

“Better be careful” he mused. “I heard about them trying to round up some of the stranglers. But I see you are battle worn enough that I doubt that will happen to you” he mused.

“Just something to think about…wouldn’t want you getting hurt on my part”

“I doubt anyone who’s been alive as long as I have could be caught, now.”

Primus knows that they had tried. But she was too much for any of them.

“Do not worry about me. I do not make mistakes. That is how I am still functioning.”

“It’s incredible. I knew you guys existed but never thought I’d see one in real life” he mused.

He looked her over again. “I suppose it would be rude to ask for a ride…”

“ You wouldn’t have wanted to see my companions. That is certain.”

She tilts her head slightly, pondering his remark.

“No, not at all. Humans are much lighter than my normal passengers. It would be little trouble.”

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Question:

“W-what the hell are you?!” (X-soldier-of-money)

Answer:

x-soldier-of-money:

themessofscales:

x-soldier-of-money:

themessofscales:

x-soldier-of-money:

themessofscales:

x-soldier-of-money:

themessofscales:

Bluebolt’s optics widen and then narrow, chuckling.

“That depends on how you plan to respond to my answer, I suppose.”

She hisses, lashing her tail.

@x-soldier-of-money

“And you’re tired of always being strong and not having anyone to lean on for yourself” he added. He knew the feeling, he had felt it in the military before when he was in charge of men. He was always suppose to be strong but no one was strong for him.

“Well….I don’t know if your kind likes humans that much but I don’t mind giving you the occasional rub” he chuckled

“Yes.”

She sighs finally lying down completely, her wings brushing along the ground.

“My kind has become more tolerant since the war ended. And I would appreciate it. Humans have little hands, food at getting in small spots.”

Axel seemed to be elected for the scratcher position. He didn’t mind, it was better than being eaten to say he least. He glanced at the rest of her body, seeing just the huge scale of her. She was much bigger than him.

Carefully his hands rubbed up and down her snout, feeling the hard metal under his fingertips. It was hard to believe she felt this. “What’s your name?”

“Bluebolt. My name is Bluebolt.”

Being this close, she knows he can see her scars. Her entire body is covered in them after a lifetime of battle and hardship. Of losing children and friends, of killing the mech she had once followed.

“Bluebolt” he repeated. He saw all the marks and scars. She must’ve been old, much older than him. She looked battle worn and well lived. No wonder why she was probably lonely. “Well I’m Axel” he added. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like you…”

“Axel.”

The word is familiar. Perhaps she knew someone with that name, a very long time ago.

“We tried to stay away from all of you lot. Megatron didn’t want any more attention than the Autobots were already giving us. Although with the war over I have little excuse to hide myself anymore.”

“Better be careful” he mused. “I heard about them trying to round up some of the stranglers. But I see you are battle worn enough that I doubt that will happen to you” he mused.

“Just something to think about…wouldn’t want you getting hurt on my part”

“I doubt anyone who’s been alive as long as I have could be caught, now.”

Primus knows that they had tried. But she was too much for any of them.

“Do not worry about me. I do not make mistakes. That is how I am still functioning.”

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Question:

“W-what the hell are you?!” (X-soldier-of-money)

Answer:

x-soldier-of-money:

themessofscales:

x-soldier-of-money:

themessofscales:

x-soldier-of-money:

themessofscales:

Bluebolt’s optics widen and then narrow, chuckling.

“That depends on how you plan to respond to my answer, I suppose.”

She hisses, lashing her tail.

@x-soldier-of-money

“And you’re tired of always being strong and not having anyone to lean on for yourself” he added. He knew the feeling, he had felt it in the military before when he was in charge of men. He was always suppose to be strong but no one was strong for him.

“Well….I don’t know if your kind likes humans that much but I don’t mind giving you the occasional rub” he chuckled

“Yes.”

She sighs finally lying down completely, her wings brushing along the ground.

“My kind has become more tolerant since the war ended. And I would appreciate it. Humans have little hands, food at getting in small spots.”

Axel seemed to be elected for the scratcher position. He didn’t mind, it was better than being eaten to say he least. He glanced at the rest of her body, seeing just the huge scale of her. She was much bigger than him.

Carefully his hands rubbed up and down her snout, feeling the hard metal under his fingertips. It was hard to believe she felt this. “What’s your name?”

“Bluebolt. My name is Bluebolt.”

Being this close, she knows he can see her scars. Her entire body is covered in them after a lifetime of battle and hardship. Of losing children and friends, of killing the mech she had once followed.

“Bluebolt” he repeated. He saw all the marks and scars. She must’ve been old, much older than him. She looked battle worn and well lived. No wonder why she was probably lonely. “Well I’m Axel” he added. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like you…”

“Axel.”

The word is familiar. Perhaps she knew someone with that name, a very long time ago.

“We tried to stay away from all of you lot. Megatron didn’t want any more attention than the Autobots were already giving us. Although with the war over I have little excuse to hide myself anymore.”

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Question:

“W-what the hell are you?!” (X-soldier-of-money)

Answer:

x-soldier-of-money:

themessofscales:

x-soldier-of-money:

themessofscales:

Bluebolt’s optics widen and then narrow, chuckling.

“That depends on how you plan to respond to my answer, I suppose.”

She hisses, lashing her tail.

@x-soldier-of-money

“And you’re tired of always being strong and not having anyone to lean on for yourself” he added. He knew the feeling, he had felt it in the military before when he was in charge of men. He was always suppose to be strong but no one was strong for him.

“Well….I don’t know if your kind likes humans that much but I don’t mind giving you the occasional rub” he chuckled

“Yes.”

She sighs finally lying down completely, her wings brushing along the ground.

“My kind has become more tolerant since the war ended. And I would appreciate it. Humans have little hands, food at getting in small spots.”

Axel seemed to be elected for the scratcher position. He didn’t mind, it was better than being eaten to say he least. He glanced at the rest of her body, seeing just the huge scale of her. She was much bigger than him.

Carefully his hands rubbed up and down her snout, feeling the hard metal under his fingertips. It was hard to believe she felt this. “What’s your name?”

“Bluebolt. My name is Bluebolt.”

Being this close, she knows he can see her scars. Her entire body is covered in them after a lifetime of battle and hardship. Of losing children and friends, of killing the mech she had once followed.

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ask-dr-knockout:

applepie3399:

Out of the Past

I’m just gonna leave these here..

Knockouts Medical Tools

The real reason Blue left the decepticons.

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Question:

“W-what the hell are you?!” (X-soldier-of-money)

Answer:

x-soldier-of-money:

themessofscales:

Bluebolt’s optics widen and then narrow, chuckling.

“That depends on how you plan to respond to my answer, I suppose.”

She hisses, lashing her tail.

@x-soldier-of-money

“And you’re tired of always being strong and not having anyone to lean on for yourself” he added. He knew the feeling, he had felt it in the military before when he was in charge of men. He was always suppose to be strong but no one was strong for him.

“Well….I don’t know if your kind likes humans that much but I don’t mind giving you the occasional rub” he chuckled

“Yes.”

She sighs finally lying down completely, her wings brushing along the ground.

“My kind has become more tolerant since the war ended. And I would appreciate it. Humans have little hands, food at getting in small spots.”

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Question:

“W-what the hell are you?!” (X-soldier-of-money)

Answer:

x-soldier-of-money:

themessofscales:

x-soldier-of-money:

themessofscales:

Bluebolt’s optics widen and then narrow, chuckling.

“That depends on how you plan to respond to my answer, I suppose.”

She hisses, lashing her tail.

@x-soldier-of-money

Axel was a little surprised at the noise coming from her but he continued to slowly move his hand over her snout, gently rubbing and taking in her massive form. “So…do cybernetic dragons like rubs?”

“Yes. I am a social creature by nature. My pack is small, too small. I yearn for more. Hatchlings. Brothers. Anything. Touch comforts me.”

Axel couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle, his hand moving over her snout before glancing down her large body. “So…no friends?” He asked

“I have a pack. There are four of us, and two hatchlings. But instinct demands more.”

She chuckles, optics closing.

“I am not a good leader. But I am all they have.”

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Question:

“W-what the hell are you?!” (X-soldier-of-money)

Answer:

x-soldier-of-money:

themessofscales:

Bluebolt’s optics widen and then narrow, chuckling.

“That depends on how you plan to respond to my answer, I suppose.”

She hisses, lashing her tail.

@x-soldier-of-money

Axel was a little surprised at the noise coming from her but he continued to slowly move his hand over her snout, gently rubbing and taking in her massive form. “So…do cybernetic dragons like rubs?”

“Yes. I am a social creature by nature. My pack is small, too small. I yearn for more. Hatchlings. Brothers. Anything. Touch comforts me.”

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Get to know my character through an ask!

divine-ruin:

sphinxmemesmusings:

🍰 - What is their favorite type of dessert or sweet?
🐢 - What type of animal would they keep for a pet?
🐙 - They are crossing the ocean. What are the circumstances and how did they get there?
🌎 - If money were no object, where would they live and what would they do with their life? (Ex: entrepreneur, playboy, philanthropist, etc)
🎂 - Do they celebrate their birthday?
🎓 - Are they well-educated?
📬 - A mysterious letter has just been found in their mailbox.  How does your character react?  Who would it be from?
⌚ - Is your character punctual or procrastinator?
💰 - Your character just found a fat sack of gold on a bench. What do they do with it?
👙 - Is your character trendy or do they just not give a damn?
🎠 - Your character is at the carnival.  What kinds of rides or games do they check out to entertain themselves?
🔮 - Your character is having their future told by someone pretty shady. Do they call the fortune teller out or just roll with it?
🎃 - What is your character’s favorite holiday?
🎶 - What would your character say about your personal taste in music?
💒 - Does your character want marriage or a lifelong commitment?
♓ - Hey baby, what’s your sign? What would your character’s zodiac sign be and what qualities do they carry to make them fall under that sign?
🚼 - Does your character have or want kids?
⚠ - What has your character almost done that made someone talk them out of or convince them not to do it?
♿ - Is your character in some way handicapped? (This includes physical, emotional, and mental.)
💊 - Is your character on medication?  If so, why?
🌞🌜 - Is your character an early bird or night owl? What makes them that way?
📚 - Does your character read?
📓 - If your character keeps a journal, what is the most secret thought they keep in it?
📰 - An obituary for your character was found in the local paper this morning. What did it say?
💢 - What frustrates your character more than anything?
✌ - Your character just made a trespass against someone else, how would they go about righting it given the chance?  Or would they at all?
🍴 - What is the absolute worst meal your character has ever eaten? Were they verbal about it or did they just not say anything?
🍜 - Carnivore/Pescatarian/Vegetarian/Vegan/Other? What kind of diet does your character have?
💋 - Your character was just kissed by someone they can’t stand. Why and how did it happen?
😇 - What was your character’s last good deed?
😁 - Someone just tripped and fell in front of your character.  Do they laugh or help the person up?
😨 - Your character just broke wind in public. Do they try to hide it or own up to it?
😍 - Your character’s lust object just passed right by them. How awkward do they get as they try to make conversation?
😒 - “Ugh!  Not him/her/them/it again.” How does your character react to annoying people?
😂 - Your character is moved to tears. What’s a kindness that another showed to them?
😄 - What has ever made your character laugh so hard that they almost passed out?
😈 - What’s your character’s favorite cuss word?
😏 - Is your character having a dirty thought right now?
🍺 - Cheers! What is your character’s favorite alcoholic beverage?  What was the last thing they got smashed off of?
💫 - Your character is suffering memory loss after being knocked unconscious.  What happens afterwards and how did it happen?
💡 - What is the best idea your character ever had?
💍 - Does your character wear any type of jewelry?
⛪ - Is your character religious or spiritual in anyway?
🎱 - Your character and a talking raccoon walk into a bar…
📼 - An interrogation tape emerges regarding a recent interview with your character.  What are they being questioned for?
👟 - Is your character into personal fitness?  If so, what’s their exercise routine?
📺 - What would your character’s favorite TV show be?  What’s their favorite genre?

🍀 - Does your character carry a good luck charm? Do they believe in luck?

Just so you guys know, I created this meme. It was copied and pasted to this blog for some reason without credit and I worked really hard on coming up with these questions. Feel free to ask for any of my characters.

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beyondthestarsandplanets:

themessofscales:

beyondthestarsandplanets:

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beyondthestarsandplanets:

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beyondthestarsandplanets:

themessofscales:

I’m not sure who is Overlord is but I hate him deeply already

Overlord grunted. “Not…. fair….”

Life generally isn’t fair. After all, look where at where that got me. Absolutely nowhere.

“Same for me. With some differences.”

Isn’t that the truth. If anything, I wished I’d killed the fragger and ended the war before it started. And also eaten the senate.

Overlord had to think. “I don’t know what I would do if Megatron was killed. But I know I would ask you to let me kill him.”

I would probably let you. After all, I’d probbaly still be up to my helm in Combaticons and sparklings at that point.

“You’ll call me, right?” He asked.

I will try.

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beyondthestarsandplanets:

themessofscales:

beyondthestarsandplanets:

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beyondthestarsandplanets:

themessofscales:

I’m not sure who is Overlord is but I hate him deeply already

Overlord grunted. “Not…. fair….”

Life generally isn’t fair. After all, look where at where that got me. Absolutely nowhere.

“Same for me. With some differences.”

Isn’t that the truth. If anything, I wished I’d killed the fragger and ended the war before it started. And also eaten the senate.

Overlord had to think. “I don’t know what I would do if Megatron was killed. But I know I would ask you to let me kill him.”

I would probably let you. After all, I’d probbaly still be up to my helm in Combaticons and sparklings at that point.

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Question:

“W-what the hell are you?!” (X-soldier-of-money)

Answer:

x-soldier-of-money:

themessofscales:

x-soldier-of-money:

themessofscales:

x-soldier-of-money:

themessofscales:

x-soldier-of-money:

themessofscales:

Bluebolt’s optics widen and then narrow, chuckling.

“That depends on how you plan to respond to my answer, I suppose.”

She hisses, lashing her tail.

@x-soldier-of-money

Axel swallowed hard as his icy blue eyes glanced over the machine. It was clearly mechanical, like a robot of some sort but it seemed impossible, humans didn’t have this kind of tech yet. “Y-you’re a robot of some kind…”

“Cybernetic organism is the more accurate term.”

She swept her optics over him a few times, decided that he was not currently much a a threat, and laid down, claws outstretched. 

Axels icy eyes continued to look her over, taking in her form. Her metal body was an incredible work of engineering, where ever she did come from. At least he thought it was a she, it sure sounded like one.

“Cybernetic….where are you from? Do you have a name?”

“Cybertron. Kaon, if you want to be specific about it. And my name is Bluebolt.”

Her plating is pressed right against her protoform, creating a sleeker look than normal. Not that it detracts from razor sharp talons and spines and fangs.

“Bluebolt” he repeated under his breath. He’s never seen anything like this before. Moving closer, he couldn’t help but hold out his hand, the desire to touch her becoming somewhat overwhelming and blocking his normal judgment

She notices his outstretched hand, Bluebolt lowers her helm close, blowing hot air across him before blinking slowly.

“Go ahead. I will not harm you.”

He about jumped when he felt the hot air. He had never been this close to something this big. Thankfully she wasn’t trying to eat him. Moving forward, his hand carefully placed against her snout, slowly rubbing. “C-can…you feel that?”

“yes.”

In all honesty, it felt rather nice. She closed her optics, humming at the sensation. 

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beyondthestarsandplanets:

themessofscales:

beyondthestarsandplanets:

themessofscales:

I’m not sure who is Overlord is but I hate him deeply already

Overlord grunted. “Not…. fair….”

Life generally isn’t fair. After all, look where at where that got me. Absolutely nowhere.

“Same for me. With some differences.”

Isn’t that the truth. If anything, I wished I’d killed the fragger and ended the war before it started. And also eaten the senate.

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