Transformers Rp Blog

gutter-bot

3 weeks ago

.•○ indi • semi selective • rp blog featuring Blackarachnia/Airachnid (multi-continuities) from Transformers • 18+ only ○•.

This is a sideblog; you will be followed back by @gutter-bot

verses • aesthetics • musings • my art • playlist • arachnids

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RULES & GUIDELINES

Please be respectful of my time. I do work A LOT so there may be days at a time where I go dark. I will respond. Gentle reminders are fine (I am human and do forget) but do not spam me.

As is listed above, this is an adults only blog. Dark themes and adult themes will be covered based on the nature of the muses and I feel it best that minors do not run the risk of being exposed to this.

Anon is currently on... that could change. Use it wisely.

I prefer paragraph styled roleplay, and can get descriptive. While I don't expect people to match me, I do appreciate the same level of effort put into responses.

I usually use smaller formatting for font. However, I am happy to adjust in the event that standard is the preference/needed for you.

Do not self insert or thread hop. All rp interactions must be discussed and approved of by all parties involved.

No godmodding. My DMs are are open for discussion regarding the direction an interaction might go, so please use the correct avenues to plan out scenarios.

The muses are Decepticons (for the most part), so any interactions that you would like to occur onboard their ship or in their base must be discussed beforehand.

No drama, please. I come here to have fun. Additionally, I am not a licensed therapist. We all have our own stuff going on, and while I am deeply empathetic, I can't solve anyone's problems for them (especially when it's someone I've met online).

SHIPPING & INTERACTIONS

I am very open to explore all kinds of ships, both romantic and otherwise, though rp starters and standalone roleplay will be based on chemistry. DM me to discuss. Other interactions (asks/ask prompts/memes/headcanons) are open to all. PLEASE SPECIFY THE MUSE when sending an ask, and note that I will be answering in character (unless the ask is directed at the mun). Some of the muses... are not as kind as others.

**This blog will feature a lot of spider imagery (they are one of my many interests) -- a heads up for anyone with arachnophobia**

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Muses◇

Wheeljack (Aligned, IDW)

Chromia (Cyberverse, IDW)

Ratchet (Aligned)

Arcee (Aligned, Cyberverse)

Cliffjumper (Aligned)

Elita One (Cyberverse, TF One)

Shipping◇

I am pretty open to ships, including OCs, cross-continuity, and poly ships. At this time, I have no exclusives. Feel free to interact, but keep in mind rp will be based on chemistry. Feel free to DM me through ANY of my blogs (though currently this blog is my most active) - or add me on Discord.

Interaction◇

Apart from rp, you can also interact through the ask box - using prompt posts or standalone asks - or by tagging me (please specify the muse).

--I will add links <eventually> for more efficient navigation.--

Rules◇

Please be respectful. I am busy and will reply as soon as I have the time and energy/inspiration. Gentle reminders are fine, but please no spamming. Violators will be blocked.

Do not thread hop without consulting myself and my partner/partners.

This is an adult only blog, so dark themes will be covered, including but not limited to trauma, graphic sexual content, death, violence, mental health, substance abuse.

Paragraph style roleplay is my preferred method, but I am flexible and will often mimic my rp partners preference.

Anonymous asks are currently left on, but that may change in the event that they are being abused/used inappropriately.

I can not act as a support system for anyone. I am a deeply caring individual, but need to set this boundary. I empathize with those going through a tough time in life, and I encourage anyone who may be struggling to actively seek aid through whatever means is available to them.

About the mun◇

My name is Jess, I'm 30+ and my pronouns are she/her. This blog is a queer safe space 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️. I do work full time, have several side hustles, and a lot of hobbies, so I may sporadically go dark from time to time if I have a show or market upcoming.

I have been roleplaying for 10+ years, but am relatively new to this corner of Tumblr. I've been a fan of the Transformers franchise since I was a child, and my favorite character is and always has been Blackarachnia. My other interests include art, dance, reading, entomology and taxidermy, drag, and costume making. Apart from having two human children, I also have three cats, and five snakes... and a murder of crows that I have been feeding for the past winter... slowly gaining their trust until they have integrated me into their ranks... *cue ominous laughter*

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gutter-bot

1 month ago

Shamelessly plugging my own OC here... trying to get some semblance of my shit together with this blog so I can use it to engage with other blogs. Eventually will have art and details up, but for now starting with a good old fashion origin story.

Countless optics slid over her as she passed by, some gazes fleeting, others not. Those that lingered were assessing, measuring, judging. She kept her helm tucked low, expression giving nothing away but the appearance of calm. Paying them no mind, she cut her way through the swath of patrons that occupied the Grand Salon, noting they seemed busier than usual. Others like her milled expertly, Keepers directing guests according to their desired experiences. Larger parties were ushered into separate parlors for entertainment, and couples or smaller groups toward the upper floors where the private rooms were situated.

She entered a lift, along with a cluster of others, noticing the mech to her right seemed rather interested in her status. The patches adoring his glossy pauldron suggested a high-ranking Elite Guard. Turning in a tight circle as she moved to face the door, she ensured her servos – both closed into neat fists behind her back – would be visible to him. Noting this, he glanced away, expression momentarily displaying his disappointment until the pretty little mech already hanging off his side snagged his attentions once more.

Her own optics swept the crowd below as the pod ascended, tracing the slim fingers of golden light that spilled through high, towering windows. The floor, a complex mosaic of reflective slabs, cast the sun’s rays into every corner of the vaulted room, where it caught against the intricate detailing that accented columns and framed doorways, making them gleam. She glanced down at the fragile metal mesh draped over her. The delicate crystals fixed into the garment were made to catch that same light with every subtle, tinkling shift, sending a myriad of colored pinpricks dancing across nearby surfaces. A deliberate addition, to snare the attention and interest of their clients.

Exiting the lift on one of the upper floors, she pressed on in silence, husky promises and tittering laughter falling away as – pair by pair – the others branched off into their own rooms.

The final stretch of hallway was mercifully empty, and she slowed her pace, savoring every moment of peace - of solitude - as she closed the distance between herself and the room at the end of the corridor, where her client awaited. The soft, tinny clack of her heel struts against the tile echoed faintly, their frequency and tone reminiscent of a death knell. Fitting, as these walks always felt a little like an execution march.

She paused a moment at the door, glancing up to catch her reflection in the polished metal as she lifted a servo to knock. A vision of perfect contentedness… but inside… a yawning, empty chasm that longed to be filled. Her spark was a restless thing in her chassis, always hungry. Desperately so. Why? She had everything she needed; much more than so many others, as the Masters liked to remind them. Draped in the most luxurious finery, surrounded by opulence… attending lords, council members, and bots from walks of life that most could only dream of meeting. So why didn’t she want any of it? Was she flawed? Was there anything that could satiate the desperate, aching need for something she couldn’t name that chiseled away at her?

She closed her optics, silencing the riot in her processor and composing herself as she allowed her digits to rap gently but crisply against the ornate slab. A voice, soft and low, bid her enter.

“This is all I need,” she told herself – the lie cold and bitter on her glossa.

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