spacehorses | Test Drive Meme

Did you want to test your characters? Do you want something that you can use for an RP sample without digging up an old thread? Well, here you have it. Pick one or multiple prompts below or, if you want, make a prompt of your own. Just be sure to tag around so that everyone gets plenty of exposure.

1: Explosions in space! Space Bandits attacked the space colony everyone was visiting! Dozens of fighters and mobile armors fly through space, locked in deadly combat. Are you among those battling to save lives? Or are you watching from the windows, praying everything will be safe?

2: Explosions underground! You were part of a trading party, exchanging supplies with an underground penal colony when alien animals burrowed through the walls and started assaulting convict and Confederation member alike! What are you going to do?

3: Explosions over the city! The Colosseum is shooting off fireworks as part of a concert or a sporting event! Are you watching in the crowd, a main attraction, or watching the bright colors from the city?

4: Explosions on an asteroid! You're either observing, guarding, or mining an asteroid! It's rather dull, save for the explosions that rock the ground under your feet. It looks like it'll continue to be just as slow, but... was that something moving in the shadows there?

5: Explosions on a space station! As you approached a research station, you receive a distress signal! Fire's broken out and their systems aren't up to spec! Can you do anything? Are you a part of a scouting crew or out for a joyride in your new yacht? And is this an accident, or something more sinister?

6: Explosions at the gym! Explosive competition! Swimming, weightlifting, running, boxing, someone has just challenged you! Whether they know it or not, you're going to do your best to show them up.

7: Explosions in the past! A star has died! The Fleet is flying through the nebula it left behind, with swirls of beauty as far as the eye can see. If you're the type, you can watch it all you like.

8: Explosions on the road! Most of the traffic on the Teuberg is computer controlled, but some young showoff took his off the grid and promptly caused a wreck! Traffic has been backed up for almost half an hour now, with no way out for you and the people in your vehicle. Are you close enough to see if anyone needs help? Or are you just stuck with people who are as late for their appointments as you are?

9: Explosions in the marketplace! Explosive bargains! You're in a trading hub, surrounded by stalls of all kinds selling every type of merchandise you can imagine! Luckily, you've got enough money to handle a few purchases here. Will you buy one of those daggers on display? An incense burner? Some alien fruit? Or maybe you're on the run from the corrupt guards? Or perhaps you're the one doing the chasing, did someone just steal your wallet?

10: Explosions in your mind! The explosive inspiration that drives this world! Make up your own prompt!

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"Hnh. You must know a lot of Autobots then," he sneers. Because who else would think they were too good for work? Megatron had rallied the real workers, those who had had enough of scrabbling and fighting and never getting ahead.

Oh, sorry, did that hurt your sensitive audio? You poor fragile baby. Let Deadlock...make it worse, wrenching the bumper just for funsies as he drops it into position.

"Rather clean up my own messes than this stupid...organic clusterfrag."

"Or a lot of entitled spike suckers; who cares what they call themselves?" Oops, bitter much? She might be. She doesn't care so much about the smearing the Autobot name; Zeta and the Primes before him did that plenty and she's still not sure if Optimus has truly brought the shine back.

"That's what I'm doing, brighteyes," Cleaning up her mess. She just, recruited some help. Really abrasive, surly help. But kind of cute. Shhh, don't tell anyone. "Looks like I'm not the only one guilty of vehicular abuse though!"

That's her, pointedly looking at that car's poor wrenched bumper.

"I care." Because he fraggin' hates Autobots. You too, stranger.

He snorts. "Figures you can't fraggin' drive either." ~~insert female driver joke here~~.

"What." He looks at her looking at him. "Was like that when I got here." Totally.

"Oh right, put a label on them so simple folk don't have to make moral distinctions. Just do what you're told." Oops, did she call Deadlock simple? Well, if the badge fits...?

Wait. Did he just? Aw HELL NO. "Fragging show you who can drive and who can't. Not my fault these moving slabs of junk can't react or handle to save their stupid little chassis."

Look you got her spoiler all twitchy Deadlock. Enough that she totally forgets about the bumper accusation and that horrible excuse. Lucky you!

"I do what needs to be done to win the war." Sometimes that means following orders. Sometimes that means...not.

He doesn't lose a lot of sleep about that difference.

"If you caused this, think I've seen enough of how you can drive." As in 'can't.'

He likes the twitchy spoiler look on you, Flashpoint.

"Same," she grunts and adds cynically, "Fat lot of good that did anyone in the end though."

Is she bitter? Maybe a little. It feels like a waste, but she still hates that she could think of no other, better way.

"Yeah, well, what I get looking for some challenge on this road. Even when the traffic's moving it's more like an obstacle course than any kind real competition."

You gonna give her some Decepticon? She sees you lookin' at her spoiler. Yes you SO are. Flashpoint kind of wants to see your parts twitch, she'll find a way.

"The frag's that supposed to mean?" Talking like the war's over? Hnf. If the war was over there'd be like 100% less Autobot here.

"What's the matter? Not maneuverable enough?" SNORT. Oh, yes, he went there. Because, bring it.

"Just what I said. You want me to cube it up into sugary little bite sizes that are easy to swallow?" Because he's clearly the type who likes energon confections right? "War's over. NO one won. We're lucky we're not fragging extinct."

Oops, she forgot the sugary coating. (Except not really.) Also this conversation would be 100% different if she knew who she was talking to. But you know, names, introductions, manners...whatever. Hindsight will be no less than priceless.

Oh, but now they're competing for who's got the biggest frown. Flashpoint doesn't take too kindly to that maneuverability pot shot. Sure her weight distribution might make for a little rough handling but no one beats her off the start, not with this engine. The one that's revving right now, by the way.

She let's the last cargo crate drop onto the sled with a thud, optics pinned on the other Cybertronian. "You done screwing around over there? Why don't you find out for yourself?"

And, oh. Is that the sound of security sirens in the background?

"Do I look like some fraggin' Autobot?" Just in case she has a doubt, he's going to turn to show his chassis with the Decepticon logo proudly emblazoned.

And yes, he does have an obsessive hatred of Autobots. Why do you ask?

"What the frag you mean, no one won. Someone has to fraggin' win." Allow Deadlock to educate you about how fighting works. Win. Lose. Bam.

Like this argument, right? He's winning, she's not.

"Are you challenging me? Do you know who I fraggin' am?"

Look carefully at this handsome face.

"...sure look like somethin' with your chest puffed out like that," she mutters, somewhere between disdain and boredom.

Except now she thinks someone needs to sneak into his quarters some night and paint a smiley face over that Con symbol. Just Because. It'd make her smile at least, which the current topic of conversation isn't.

"It's called we all got shafted by something even nastier! Aren't you listening? You think this is black and white, us versus them type slag!?"

Flashpoint looks him up and down, engine huffing with the memory of D-Void, something wild in her optics. Should she know him? Her memory of the enemy watch list has some holes in it. "Never been ordered to kill you, so nope. Don't know you. Why, you some pro racer or something?"

She's screwed if that's the case.

"Deadlock," he says, flatly, pointing a thumb at himself. Just in case, you know, she was like confused or something. "Look like Deadlock."

Just a warning, should she want to try that smiley face thing: Deadlock sleeps with his guns. They're not exactly cuddly, but neither is he.

So this is one of the Flashpoint Moments™. One that she'll probably regret later.

"HAHA get out, you are not!" SCOFF. "Deadlock's like, scarier than you and not nearly as good looking. Get your own rep mech, don't go leeching off someone who's earned it."

Because there's no way that's Deadlock. Deadlock is bigger and uglier and meaner right? Like Turmoil's slightly smaller twin only with a face.

...a face that scowls a lot. Like that mech's doing right now.

"Uhhhh....."

What is this strange sense of foreboding she that's come over her?

He may vibrate for a moment, because Primus dammit he sure is Deadlock. And she's laughing at him?

"You don't think I've fraggin' earned it?" He's going to loom closer, which would probably be a lot more intimidating if, you know, she wasn't taller than he is. But that's never stopped him before.

He jabs a thumb into his chassis. "See this? Megatron did it himself. Picked me, by name. Deadlock." In case you missed it the first time.

Test Drive Meme

Children with guns.

And bad manners.

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Hmm I need to make more icons, yes.

yes plz bc they're beautiful

\o/!! <3

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