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Uh, be back later guys! Going on a trip!

#misfire #off we go!#i will try to get to replies too!

coralus

Meditating

#mirror #hey

It was raining again!

So this little Deadlock laid out on his patio enjoying the shower.

#journal

jetandsilver

Quick and dirty Helex’s Tiny Arms appreciation photoset, for all your Helex’s Tiny Arms needs.

#crew #look at this adorable guy #he has the daintiest hands

consignmech-blog

"It turns out that I can make it RAIN whenever I want. Sort of. For now."

“Real- really? That sounds… pretty cool, really.”

He might have not been a little excited about that.

chillintel

“Is there?” Chill furrowed his brows in confusion, and stuck out his lower lip. “Can’t say that I’ve noticed, but a disturbance of the peace tends to be a common theme anytime that I’m around.” Truer words were not often spoken.

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A grin tugged at his lips as he looked at the other.

“Yeah. Even if it’s a few seconds - while whoever figures out it’s stopped raining, then continuing their war,” Wayside waved a hand, shrugging.

“Shh, shh, don’t be talkin’ that bad luck,” he laughed quietly. “It’s rare I get a moment when I’m not having to break the peace.”

#chillintel

consignmech-blog

"It turns out that I can make it RAIN whenever I want. Sort of. For now."

“Real- really? That sounds… pretty cool, really.”

He might have not been a little excited about that.

chillintel

“Some of that cosmic force stuff that people like me weren’t meant to understand, I think.” The seeker nodded; it was as good an explanation as any, even if his counterpart didn’t seem all that convinced.

“It certainly doesn’t happen under any normal circumstances.”

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“Sounds familiar,” he grumbles, rubbing at his neck. He sat quietly for a moment, before huffing out a laugh.

“There’s always peace after the rain,” he murmurs, some old quote he heard long ago.”

#chillintel

consignmech-blog

"It turns out that I can make it RAIN whenever I want. Sort of. For now."

“Real- really? That sounds… pretty cool, really.”

He might have not been a little excited about that.

chillintel

“Yeah. It’s mostly useless, but in light of our previous conversation I thought that you ought to know.”

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His mouth twists in uncertainty for a moment. He didn’t want to seem shallow - he really did think the other guy was pretty interesting.

“How did it happen?”

#chillintel

"It turns out that I can make it RAIN whenever I want. Sort of. For now."

“Real- really? That sounds... pretty cool, really.”

He might have not been a little excited about that.

Drift’s Theme

#audio #LOL #i love this song though

[[Ways? What you up to mech? Hey, was wondering if you were free for a night out?]]

{{Hey, I’m here. Not up to much really - just got up. And yeah, that sounds really great right about now. I need a distraction.}}

#where-theres-light #ahhh #babes

He’s out cold on his bed, optics shuttered and laying on his side. An open pack of Slow lays beside him, the mercenary having taken a dose before passing out. Seems it was one of those days.

#journal #misfire

Ways is laying in his bed, stuffing energon candies in his mouth, definitely trying not to cry, and definitely not eating his feelings.

#misfire #goddamnit

deadlockedup

“Slagger…” Deadlock’s demeanor was rougher than Ways’, coming from army for sure. It numbed him, made to lie about what he felt. His frame wanted to give in, but processor was still against it. Black servos jolted, fingers curling and then flexing at the pet given to his finial, as optics were willing to dim in pleasure. He stopped them from doing so. Yet, when other’s lipplates touched there in exchange for fingers, Deadlock simply purred, giving in just a bit.

The mech knew his body. Knew the points of interest, even when it came to new frame. Finials were always a good target. Deadlock sighed out once he felt weight shifting on his hips and rubbed them against Ways’ instinctively. “What do you mean by ‘more exciting’, alternate?” Now…. He moved his servos slowly and his claws finally sunk in, pressed to other’s hipplates, digging into seams. No, the command to Obey wasn’t making him take those away. His own engine finally gave a revv, which wasn’t made completely out of anger.

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“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, dropping his arms to rest around Deadlock’s shoulders, pressing his forehelm to his twin’s. When the other’s hands rested on his hips, Ways was absolutely shameless in pressing their frames together, arching his body forward in a slow arch, optics staring right into Deadlock’s.

“Well, not too exciting. Can’t be gettin’ all worked up,” he replied, answering the revving engine with a sharp purr of his own. His optics closed and he continued to grind slowly, the heat between them forming sharply.

“I know what’s exciting to me... what about you? What turns your gears, Deadlock,” Ways purred the name, despite the oddness of talking to himself even though he didn’t look the same. He supposed the other knew the feeling.

#deadlockedup