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@almostprime
❝ I'm 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 be a 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙍𝙄𝙊𝙍 someday, ────────────────────── LIKE 𝙊𝙋𝙏𝙄𝙈𝙐𝙎. ❞
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Sorry I’ve been MIA. I’m in Florida on a trip currently!
❝ I DEFEATED MEGATRON! ❞
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LIKE this post for a STARTER. mutuals only.
hey friends!
Back home from more vet stuff. it was suggested to do a public page for help with do vet bills for doantions on fb so ill see about figuring out how that works later. till then, total vet costs are $300 today.
georgie got spayed, but there was an tumor mass close to an artery on his neck the vet suggests removing. she said it was hard and fibrous, not good at all 😭 On Tuesday, it will be $375 more for Domino to get spayed. She is in fact pregnant. but only very shortly along like 2 weeks the vet said. so. the fetuses are very small….so normal female spay is $200, and with the pregnancy its $175 additional. images of invoices below are for today. I left the vet uncovered so people can vouch for me if they want to make sure this isn't a scam. if you would like to donate , it will be thru my PayPal at [email protected], or venmo and zelle is also an option. sharing is fine too, if you cant donate. I know there were peeps who wanted to help last time but wernt able to so if you like to, you are more than welcome to. so...thanks..I appreciate you guys. i was so floored by the kindess and generousitu last time, and i do still hate asking for help. im still kinda tense and wond up from the incident with the car earlier...no one was hurt, just a stupid parking lot incident…..I think ill take a nap after I do a mailing errand..and get some printer paper cause im out. I feel so bad for poor georgie….little guy cant catch a break…hes back in the cone of shame again :( hopefully after this, hell have no more vet visits.
“That really is the extent of your repertoire, isn't it?” Megatron's tone was mocking, but he was ever-alert; optics flicking from door wings to blasters, following the young mech's steps keenly. Cloven pedes slid over the canyon floor as he turned, loose pebbles grinding underfoot.
He raised his right arm, claws curling into a fist as his optics narrowed. The barrel of his cannon glowed bright, fuchsia catching on the edges of his armour. With a near-imperceptible twitch of a finger, he loosed his shot; a white hot streak straight towards the rookie.
Frag, was Megatron's shot unrelentingly prompt. Before Smokescreen could even unveil his own onslaught, the warlord's shot sent the youth into motion. Servos transitioning from blasters, the rookie catapulted to the right, however, the loose bits of gravel did not do the boy any favors. Denta grit as he hit the earth, shoulder sliding as the explosion from the blast sent even more bits of rock pelting his frame. The heat scorched at his metal, daring to eat through if it were to hit. Scrap. Back on his pedes in an instant, Smokescreen forced himself forward, rolling and transforming his servos back into blasters; electric blue pulses forced from them, flinging at Megatron in pairs. Crouched low, Smokescreen attempted to anticipate another blast- he only hoped that he would be able to dodge it next time. “ You aren't worth anything else, buckethead. ”
@circuitry-and-chaos from here.
Doorwings barely twitch at Smokescreens words, helm tilting just a fraction. Black and white looked more gray and ashen, his voice calm and steady as Prowl spoke again. "Smokescreen, I gave you an order." Survival was rapidly dropping, if they separated the chances were higher. He could distract and evade better alone, with the guarantee of Smokescreen being safe. But stubbornness was a terrible, dreadful thing in youth. "Survival of us both increase if you run." Doorwings snap down, two shots fired off. Prowl was out of missiles, almost out of ammo, and communication was lost. "So follow my orders and run."
Desperate emotions surged throughout Smokescreen's chassis at the repeat of the order, a defiant hum circulating within his spark as he recalled Prowl's order again and again. Doorwings tilted downward with his negative emotion, Smokescreen's mouth component curved with a recalcitrant tilt. Venting a huff, the youth said nothing as he aimed his blasters and shot again, and again, before jumping backward and transforming into his sleek vehicle mode. As the rookie disappeared behind a cluster of trees and rock, his thrusters propelled him around the blockade of vehicons; belting around organic obstacles as he went. Through the confusion and chaos, no one would notice him getting an angle on the troopers. Transforming, the momentum of his rough transformation shot Smokescreen exactly where he aimed to be. Behind the enemy. At once, the youth began firing from behind at a downward angle, rapid energon bursts doing well to take the troopers down. With the abrupt distraction, all of them went from focusing Prowl, to aiming directly at him. As Smokescreen continued to lay an array of blasts, a stray burst from the enemy tagged the boy in the shoulder pad. Crying out angrily, Smokescreen snarled and lay into them harder than before. Soon, all that was left was the dust between Smokescreen and Prowl.
Gotta find a good name for your lonely Sundays, ‘Stacks
I’m thinking Phase Fragging.
〔 INCOMING DIRECT MESSAGE SIGNAL . . . 〕
The filter Jack gave him didn't work. Frag. With a deep blush upon his features, Smokescreen flicks his communications off.
"Shiinnnyyyyyyy~"
〔 INCOMING DIRECT MESSAGE SIGNAL . . . 〕
Who, him? Yeah, he WAS shiny, true... Smokescreen smirks at the small creature and turns to showcase the gleam along his doorwings.
The image frames a set of statis cuffs that Knock Out is dangling from a talon. His optics are half-shuttered and smoldering, a predatory glint shimmering through. His mouth is curved in an open smile as the motion of the shot captures him licking the edge of the cuffs.
TXT » Let's pick up where we left off, rookie.
〔 INCOMING DIRECT MESSAGE SIGNAL . . . 〕
An image. Electric blue optics adjust as Smokescreen analyzes the extent of what it entails before heat begins to flush upon his faceplates. Taken aback, the Praxian draws his helm back before haphazardly leaning back in to get a better look. Denta clamping his glossa, his spark goes into a fit as he reads the text. TXT » And why would I do that? Smokescreen wasn't ready to admit, but... he wanted to pick it right up where they'd left off. But something within himself was too proud to admit it.
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Ash shifted in the seat, hazel hues flicking towards the dirt road ahead. They were never quite sure why Optimus asked for them to accompany him on these things- but they weren't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. It was time away from work, from home, from the base. Time to just be, which would usually incite panic. But around Optimus,...not so much.
"...kinda wish energon was closer to the surface,...make it a lot easier if it was just. Boom, there."
"If it were, that would only make any energon deposits more lethal for humans." His reply was quick and simple, spoken in the same tone as always. His tires rolled along the dirt, sensors sliding between trees and humongous rocks. Hoping for so much as a hint of an energon signal. The Autobots' reserves had been running dangerously low, of late. They needed it. "For I do not doubt Megatron would not hesitate to eliminate any that dared explore too close."
"True,..." May he die choking on a fucking pipebomb. "...hopefully we can find that dep--"
An explosion overhead- familiar lights that illuminated the dark forest in greens and whites, in traces of blue. Optimus transformed, seatbelt tightening around his other half. His helm tipped upwards, a blaster transformed and leveled just in case whatever spawned that groundbridge wasn't friendly.--
That was when a streak of color shot out, crashing into the nearby ground and making the earth beneath the Prime's peds shake.
"---th' Hell?!"
It had began as a mere groundbridge. Upon passing through the vortex, something occurred- not the usual transportation to his destination, no- fragments jittered, swelling and forcing his particles into a universe unknown. Absolute trepidation devoured the young rookie's spark as he was sucked through, the force of the malfunction pitching Smokescreen roughly through the vortex. Crackles of electronic energon snapped and zapped at the rookie's plating, creating several areas of metal burn as it extracted him on the other side; forcibly. Dust and grit plumed skyward as it surrounded the sore Praxian, brightly hued finish now tainted with brown earth, as well as crackling, painful spots along his doorwings, sides and legs. Groaning in pain, Smokescreen cracked his optics open gingerly, cheek flush against the earth as his distorted vision revealed an unstable ocular of... Optimus? Immense pain circulated about his entire frame as he attempted to push himself up, arms groaning with a metallic shutter as he did so.
“ What... what happened- ” Smokescreen utters softly to himself, blinking several times to attempt and clear the distortion from his vision, “ O-Optimus? I don't understand, you were just- ow! ” A soft whimper forms from his leg as he reaches to clutch it, falling to the earth from where he had lifted himself. Grimacing hard, Smokescreen examined the metal burn for any worse injuries before analyzing anything else. It was clear that the youth did not completely take in the scene about him before letting his guard down, entirely thinking he was safe.
❝ So i'mma tell you right now, ─────────── It's one fuck 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗.
──── So don't ᖴᑌᑕK IT ᑌᑭ cause I can't reimburse it. ❞
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Smokescreen does the thing!
Gonna do some replies here soon. <3
Tink! Tink!
Congratulations, you've been bonked by a fairy!
“ Wait, what?! ” Sparkles are flying to and fro, simulating stars. For a moment, Smokescreen is entranced by this. He almost forgot about being bonked.
"You gotta set up a filter to catch the really fucked up ones. Here."
“ ...Thanks, Jack. ” Sorry, Jack, he's still pissed off.
