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This is a side RP blog for my OC Eni

[eni-time-bros]

This is a side blog to my main blog: @wrangleofkaon

so all follow backs will be from that blog.

DNI if you’re a Zionist, homophobe, transphobe, pedophile, or just a nasty person in general. This also goes for people who defend incest or pedophilia in any form of literature or media

“Hello, my designation is Eni, I used to be a Decepticon Miner, after a…incident…with the Autobot Medic Ratchet, I am no longer a miner and I don’t see as well as I used to. But I can see bs from miles away so don’t try it.”

“My Conjunx Endura Wrangle is my top priority as well are the five quintessons we adopted. No exceptions.”

“I left the Decepticons and I’m a Neutral party in the war, but I don’t fully or ever will completely trust Autobots, except my conjunx endura but he’s fantastic.”

“These are my rules. No NSFW slag, I can deal with cussing or suggestive, but no NSFW. Second, do not bully or try to bully me, Wrangle, or the quints or anyone else on this blog.”

and from the Mod: no reblogs or reposting my work, I worked hard on it and unless I’m close to someone I don’t like it when they reblog my art.

[wrangleofkaon]

I feel bad I’m not as active like I used to be so here’s a explanation for all my accounts.

Currently work(yes ya boy finally got a job) has been very stressful for me, that plus November being a hard month for me(due to past trauma) I wasn’t online a ton.

I do want to RP and write so badly but right now I just might be on only sometimes not a lot, during the Christmas season I’ll be more active probably because I am not working then, but still.

Trust me I do love yall very much, I also haven’t been active with my TF accounts as much so I’m so sorry, think of it as Wrangle on maternity leave and Eni on paternity leave!

[wrangleofkaon]

*deep breatg* BACK ON THIS PEOPLE LETS GET READY

[wrangleofkaon]

hey guys I didn’t take my meds at all until now so until at least tomorrow I will be unavailable because all day I was trying not to have a meltdown cause of my ADHD and my Autism.

[wrangleofkaon]

hey guys I’m gonna be a little serious right now

So I don’t know what’s happening, I haven’t really seen a doctor in almost two years and now I’ve been getting really bad pain from mundane things, a few days ago, I stretched my leg out and fell down cause of a searing pain, and it’s lingered a while even now, and now, I turned around while working out and now my mid-spine area hurts like a bitch.

I’m hoping I’ll be able to see someone soon, I’m slow on answering anything in my inbox cause of that, smaller things I can, I’ll be slow on any drabbles or anything cause of it though.

[cheshire-cat-talks]

[wrangleofkaon]

back I’m cool now, eating pizza soon.

[wrangleofkaon]

Guys I’m really fucking pissed right now so I’ll be unavailable for roleplays and writing anything.

[mistfallenmemes]

Send me a ♡ plus a ship and I'll tell you...

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙰𝚂𝙺𝙴𝙳 𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃?

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚆𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙸𝙽 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃 𝙺𝙸𝚂𝚂?

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙶𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙽𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚂?

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙲𝙾𝙾𝙺𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙴𝙰𝙻𝚂?

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴 𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙲?

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙷𝙾𝙶𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙴𝙳?

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚆𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚂 𝚄𝙿 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃?

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙵𝙵𝙴𝙴?

𝚆𝙷𝙾'𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙸𝙶 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙾𝙽?

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝚄𝙿 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂𝚃?

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚂 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚆𝙷𝙾'𝚂 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳?

𝚆𝙷𝙾'𝚂 𝙰 𝙵𝙰𝙽 𝙾𝙵 𝙿𝙳𝙰?

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚂𝙽𝙾𝚁𝙴𝚂?

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙶𝙴𝚃𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙾𝚈𝙴𝙳 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙻𝚈?

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂 𝚂𝙴𝚇?

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙰𝚂𝙺𝚂 𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙶𝙴?

𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴'𝚂 𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙾𝚁𝚈 𝙾𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂:

𝙰 𝚁𝙴𝙶𝚁𝙴𝚃 𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝚁𝙴𝙶𝙰𝚁𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂:

𝙸𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶:

𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙶𝚄𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚂 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙾𝚁𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴:

[uniiicornsources-old]

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[wrangleofkaon]

In regards to Eni…

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Voting ended onOct 7, 2025

[wrangleofkaon]

Me when I remember I have free will and could just make Bumblebee noises all day instead of actually talking cause I hate words sometimes:

Anyway from now on all mun talks will be responded to with

[radioactiverats]

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[eni-time-bros]

“Wow, well I got a Conjux Endura so SUCK MY SPIKE!”

Tagged by: stolen off the dash

tagging: anyone who wants to play.

[eni-time-bros]

Meanwhile, had Eni turned into a ‘creature of the night’ or spooky monster. I chose to explore my Scottish heritage, I’ve decided, based on his backstory and current experiences.

That’s our dear and darling Eni, would be one of the blue men of Minch or, The Big Gray Man, or a Am Fear Liath Mòr(the Gaelic name for the Big Gray Man.)

[eni-time-bros]

I just saw some silly and cute art of Gamma Jack and Gazerbeam and my thought was ‘huh, Eni would look like that as a human’

[radio-bubble]

15

(from the space starter thing :3)

There wasn't much use for someone bad at combat at the front lines. He's always been good at finding things and acting on his own so he's sent out into space again. To gather up what scattered Decepticons could be found, to find out why some hadn't responded at all.

Like this silent, seemingly pristine base.

His bouncing steps slowed to a stop as he approached it and his wings fanned out behind him as he scanned all the channels he had access to. He was looking for anything: unintelligible noise on an encrypted frequency he didn't have command codes for, a stray bit of chatter, even a ping from an automated system.

Nothing.

The dust of the moon drifted up around him when he came, glittering in the light from the distant sun as the fine particles turn his high-frequency radar scan into confusing slop. He grimaced and folded his wings back down and the protocols governing their extended functions cutting out when he did so.

Too wary to enjoy himself, Razorwreck used the alien moon's gravity assist his steps as he bounded his way toward the entrance.

[wrangleofkaon]

“Isn’t the point of radar to sense or know what’s there, without a flashlight.” Wrangle rolled along, he eyed a vent like he was thinking about using it to split off from Razorwreck, but glanced back at the scout and decided not to.

“What if, it’s abandoned and was taken over by soft squishy organic creatures, then they left, leaving nothing, but the base itself.” He said, trying to mimic Soundwave’s voice to sound a little more creepy. A devious smirk on his face when he shined the light in Razorwreck’s optics.

Wrangle braked just short of hitting Razorwreck’s hand on accident with his face. He looked confused and nodded.

“Uh, okay.” He moved a little back so his back wouldn’t face Razorwreck, in the case this was a trap.

Wrangle raised the blaster up and backed up so more light from the flashlight would hit the wall.

[radio-bubble]

A pained expression flickered across Razorwreck's face behind his mask because Wrangle wasn't wrong, but it was a little more complicated than that.

"Radar waves bounce, and measuring the bounce back is how I process them," he explained in the simplest terms he could. Especially since Wrangle didn't seem to understand how it worked at all. "Unfortunately, not all waves return directly to me and here it's like… yelling into a quarry or cave. There's more echoes than I was expecting off these walls and I'm picking up ghosts." The light in his optics got his helm to jerk away, a scowl across his hidden mouth at the mimicry and nonsense. "If that's the case, then it should be easy enough to prove with the electricity back on. The console should have *some* sort of message."

He stopped talking when Wrangle pointed the flashlight at the wall. Scratched into the metal plating was a message both simple, and opaque. The letters were large and jagged, made hastily. It wouldn't have been a quiet process.

IT TAKES US ONE BY ONE

"…was there something in the energon?" the scout muttered, his brow scrunched in contemplation before Razorwreck turned in the direction they had been going.

"Come on, we're about halfway to electrical."

[wrangleofkaon]

Wrangle’s finials both dropped a bit, propably cause it looked scary and in his optics, Razorwreck was acting like this was totally normal.

“Maybe, ho-how are you being calm?” The blue mech was wondering how someone could see that and go on.

He followed quickly, lingering a touch closer to Razorwreck now, hoping if anything popped out of the dark it would ignore them both.

“If I die here, I’ll haunt you than return to my family and make sure they are alright.” He hissed to him.

“….whats the ‘it’ the message means? If it’s a Quintesson or Quintesson related thing I’m gonna have to ditch ya, sorry mech.” Wrangle explained, patting Razorwreck on the shoulder like he was making sure he knew that the blue flight frame was close behind.

[radio-bubble]

The question about Razorwreck being calm got a scoffing sound in return.

"Because I know when something is hewing too closely to fiction to be real, and this isn't the first time I've seen a base done up like a horror set." he retorted with an outward flick of the ends of his wings. He didn't bother to mention that that other base had been much livelier and full of 'Cons. It wasn't relevant, right?

"If you die here, your Conjunx would hunt me down and feed me to the Quintlets," he muttered darkly, turning his helm enough to give Wrangle a side-eyed look with both optics. "And if it is a Quintesson couldn't you talk them down? You have those little-" don't say monsters, horrors, or terrors. Something neutral, perfect. "-ones of your own. Have you not learned their natural language at all?"

Grante,d just because one could talk to something and get an answer back, didn't make the thing less scary. See: Megatron (or so Razorwreck assumed), Shockwave, Optimus Prime, many of the more unhinged Decepticons, the Wreckers, any of the well-known Autobots with large body counts.

He turned his helm forward, turned at the next intersection and then came to a stop. From here he could see that halfway down the corridor the way was blocked.

Someone had closed an emergency door. The big, thick metal kind used to block or slow anything from fire, the vacuum of space, or enemy weapons. There were scratches and scrapes there: long parallel ones in sets of five or four or three. A few had streaks of dried energon running alongside.

"..Hm. That is unfortunate."

[wrangleofkaon]

“Let me guess, they also were avoiding you.” Wrangle chuckled to himself, flashing the light in front of them to help them see.

“Besides a few simple greetings and scoldings no, if there is a Quintesson, I’ll still ditch you or try swapping to their side.” Wrangle said, giving a small poke with his blaster again.

Wrangle paused at the emergency door and the claw marks and energon stains, he had half a right mind to just run out and ditch again. But he didn’t, and he thought that the other hallway back at the intersection might also have this sort of problem too.

“…I’m checking the vents, if I’m right, they should be lock free or at least trap free cause this definitely looks the place to have booby traps.” Wrangle said, walking to a vent and kicking the grate to try and open it.

[radio-bubble]

A quiet scoff at the idea of other Decepticons avoiding him. There was no reason for them to to do so, he wasn't that tedious to be around normally.

He glanced over at Wrangle, his mouth pressed into a thin line beneath his mask. The Autobot was correct, but despite how absolutely fine everything was, Razorwreck was loath to split up.

But he didn't have a good reason for them to not do so.

"Don't get stuck." he said quietly. A servo gestured to the relatively otherwise untouched metal of the walls.

"It doesn't look like a case of scraplets so you won't have to worry about that." Was there anything that could cause a fear as primal as meeting a swarm of those little monsters in an enclosed space? Probably not, so whatever was here should be easy to deal with, right?

"Keep in contact."

[eni-time-bros]

“I will not.” Wrangle said as he locked his wheels so they didn’t roll before undoing the vent cover and attempting to get into it, only for his wings to noisily clack against it.

“…I guess no vents.” Wrangle said, locking his wheels again and standing back up.

He was a little disappointed he couldn’t fit properly into the vent, he did his best sneaking in vents. It was like, his thing, it was a hiding place, a great place to spy on things.

“At least we can scratch that off of the list.” Wrangle shrugged as he rolled back over to Razorwreck.