★Kaiju Waifu★

=♥Esmeral - Decepticon Empress and Keeper of the Death Zone♥ =

[amnesiac-theoretician-deactivat]

esmeral started following you

“Oh, hello there. Don’t think we’ve met before. Who are you?”

[esmeral-blog]

You don't look too familiar, so I don't believe that we've met either.

My designation is Esmeral, and I come from somewhere in the Death Zone - And who would you be, my dear?

[telleskoppik-deactivated2013032]

Coordinated Greeting

esmeral started following you

“Presence acknowledged… Inquiry submission?” 

subvertedarchitect started following you

“Your presence has been noted and catalogued. For further inquiry please wait.” 

[esmeral-blog]

*Esmeral hums just slightly. This mech seems quite computer-like, and it’s thrown her for a loop. She isn’t one to look down on technology and complain, but my doesn’t this bot seem…Detached.*

Greetings. My designation is Esmeral, and I must say, I’ve never quite heard a voice like yours.

[telleskoppik-deactivated2013032]

“Acknowledged.” There was no reason by his current range of knowledge in commenting on her statement. Factually his voice signature was unique to him. Although it was different before his self modification it had a entirely different cadence to it, not that it was something that even crossed his processor to share with her. “Further inquiry?”

[esmeral-blog]

Might I request your designation, hun? Your look is a little unique to me, so I can't pin who you are or what universe you hail from, I'm afraid.

[distortionwarper-deactivated201]

esmeral started following you

“Hello miss. Who’re you?”

[esmeral-blog]

My name is Esmeral, darling. It's refreshing to see another Destron hanging about, I must say!

Would you mind returning the favor and telling me who you are as well? 

[themightyhelicopter-deactivated]

Hello to you all

[esmeral-blog]

And a hello to you, deary. 

[themightyhelicopter-deactivated]

I don’t believe I’ve ever heard of you, ma’am. I’m Springer.

[esmeral-blog]

That's quite alright, you appear to be from another universe. I don't think it's good behavior for a diplomat to be so cocky about their position, no? Dohohoho!

In any case, I am Esmeral, a resident from the far-off Death Zone. 

[r0flc0p73rb07-deactivated201901]

You can (not) converse retake II

[esmeral-blog]

Not much more, not much less~ Not all kaiju are owlbears, but I think you get the message, right? 

*She hadn’t noticed the cough, but definitely noticed his sparkling admiration. She laughs once again, but it sounds more like a soft cackle worthy of a large bird. Stretching out her neck, she twists around her head in a dog-like shake, which makes a small clinging sound. Gosh it felt good to shake.*

[r0flc0p73rb07-deactivated201901]

“¿Really, so what do those other Kaiju’s Transformers into and what kind of Transformer are you? That doesn’t look vehicular at all looks like a cute fuzzy animal. Well maybe not fuzzy, but it still looks like an animal, from earth.” He looks on at her in wonder and awe alike. 

[esmeral-blog]

Oh, all sorts of other things. It’s an old rite of passage for young bots to venture into the wild and scan an alt mode - Provided that they survive, that is. Kaiju are highly territorial and most see Cybertronians as more of a meal than anything, so it can be quite the dangerous mission. They’re still an important part of Death Zone culture, so even those that don’t want a kaiju alt mode can still base some of their appearance on one. 

*She leans back to pick at an old sparing wound with one of her back legs and makes a purring sound. Curiosity was something that she could admire, and being in her alt mode for once made her feel cheerful.*

In any case, don’t underestimate me just because I’m not a vehicle. If I can level a city, I can out-match a car or a plane. 

[r0flc0p73rb07-deactivated201901]

He shriveled back, as his optics dilated. “Wait did you just say Cybertronian’s and m-meal, as in e-eating: hey I think I have a-another call I need to uh to go. ¡Bye~!”He fumbled   to disconnect the call quickly to make sure he didn’t become a meal: fear set in all at once after that.

[esmeral-blog]

Hmm...?

*She lifted her head back up, momentarily wondering about his change in tone. He was so eager to learn about the Death Zone just a few minutes ago, but apparently he had succumbed to fear and decided to run off. This probably wouldn't have happened if she were in her root mode and in a better state for diplomacy, but not much could be done now.*

I see, I see. Goodbye then, darling! 

*She lifted up one of her humongous paws to wave him goodbye.*

[esmeral-blog]

After what feels like far too long...

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*Deathsaurus's cord finally comes to an end and their hips meet. Now sitting down, Esmeral squeezes her thighs to the sides of her husband's waist, nuzzling him with a pleased (Yet highly aroused) chirrup. Her almost painfully erect cord presses against his belly and she can't help but feel a rush when he starts to get loud. Feeling his own pleasure through her spark, she couldn't wait to press her's against her husband's. The bond gave off a natural longing for her to close the distance, but not yet.*

*With another kiss, she starts to ease her fingers around the shining orb, dipping her gentle fingers just past the outer rim. She tries hard not to laugh, suddenly thinking of Blue Bacchus asking if you were supposed to give a spark a handjob or something. She's always been very delicate with her husband's spark, so the thought suddenly pops it into her mind. Suppressing a snicker, she continues on, groaning as she rubs her hips against his own in a back-and-forth motion.*

[esmeral-blog]

After what feels like far too long...

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*Feeling his claws dig into her hips, her vents hiss, her hands now holding to his shoulders in a grip. It's a good reaction, especially since the hum of the bond and the sound of her husband's voice is causing her air intake to seem thick with lust. Hearing the sound of gears and metal plating shift when Deathsaurus starts to open his spark chamber, she gently moves her own chest back a little just to give it some clearance. She gives a small smile at that. As a Destron emperor, it's rare to see someone like Deathsaurus expose his weak spots, and naturally she's the only one that he would show his spark to. After all, she is his wife. It gives her a nice, warm feeling to see him so beautifully venerable, and it isn't too long before she once again shuffles close. She buries her face even deeper into his shoulder once his cord feeds into her port, clenching onto the thick wiring. It prompts her to slowly move her hips, reaching one of her hands toward his spark chamber and lingering her fingers on the chamber's edge. Venturing into the chamber, her fingertips caress around the glowing ball of energy and she parts away just enough to let her own chest plates rearrange.*

[r0flc0p73rb07-deactivated201901]

You can (not) converse retake II

[esmeral-blog]

Not much more, not much less~ Not all kaiju are owlbears, but I think you get the message, right? 

*She hadn’t noticed the cough, but definitely noticed his sparkling admiration. She laughs once again, but it sounds more like a soft cackle worthy of a large bird. Stretching out her neck, she twists around her head in a dog-like shake, which makes a small clinging sound. Gosh it felt good to shake.*

[r0flc0p73rb07-deactivated201901]

“¿Really, so what do those other Kaiju’s Transformers into and what kind of Transformer are you? That doesn’t look vehicular at all looks like a cute fuzzy animal. Well maybe not fuzzy, but it still looks like an animal, from earth.” He looks on at her in wonder and awe alike. 

[esmeral-blog]

Oh, all sorts of other things. It's an old rite of passage for young bots to venture into the wild and scan an alt mode - Provided that they survive, that is. Kaiju are highly territorial and most see Cybertronians as more of a meal than anything, so it can be quite the dangerous mission. They're still an important part of Death Zone culture, so even those that don't want a kaiju alt mode can still base some of their appearance on one. 

*She leans back to pick at an old sparing wound with one of her back legs and makes a purring sound. Curiosity was something that she could admire, and being in her alt mode for once made her feel cheerful.*

In any case, don't underestimate me just because I'm not a vehicle. If I can level a city, I can out-match a car or a plane. 

[themightyhelicopter-deactivated]

Hello to you all

[esmeral-blog]

And a hello to you, deary. 

[coolandcruel]

esmeral started following you

Now ain’t ya a pretty one. [Jazz smiles but it’s everything but kind.]

[esmeral-blog]

*Yet, the smile she returns is anything but unkind.*

Ohh, you flatter me dear~ You’re not so bad yourself.

[coolandcruel]

…. Who are ya?

[esmeral-blog]

My designation is Esmeral; I’m a diplomat from the Death Zone. You would be?

[coolandcruel]

Death Zone. Now that sounds promisin. My name’s Jazz.

[esmeral-blog]

It’s quite the lovely place. Anyone who’s able to appreciate the interesting wildlife usually enjoys everything else, but not everyone is an outdoor-sy bot I suppose…

In any case, I’m pleased to meet you, Jazz. 

[coolandcruel]

[Rolls his optics behind his visor at the pleasantries.] Yeah whateva.

[As much as he has a fascination towards some human things, Jazz makes a disgusted face at the mentioning of wildlife.] Organics. Eugh. Ya do huntin?

[esmeral-blog]

*Typical answer, sigh. However, she gladly puffs right up at the mention of hunting.*

Why, that's practically a Death Zone past time, dear! It's only expected of me as a politician to act patriotic, no? 

The Death Zone has a pretty vast array of dangerous creatures to tackle, so if you enjoy choking reptilians into submission and pulling the wings off of moths five times your size, you'll probably find hunting there enjoyable. As for myself, my stomach can handle anything, so it's a good way to grab a quick lunch. 

[telleskoppik-deactivated2013032]

Coordinated Greeting

esmeral started following you

“Presence acknowledged… Inquiry submission?” 

subvertedarchitect started following you

“Your presence has been noted and catalogued. For further inquiry please wait.” 

[esmeral-blog]

*Esmeral hums just slightly. This mech seems quite computer-like, and it's thrown her for a loop. She isn't one to look down on technology and complain, but my doesn't this bot seem...Detached.*

Greetings. My designation is Esmeral, and I must say, I've never quite heard a voice like yours.

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[therewren]

I’m not much of morning person these days. As such, sketches like this make sense before coffee/tea. 

[esmeral-blog]

After what feels like far too long...

[deathsaurus]

[When she grinds back in return and begins to kiss his chest more firmly, his internal cooling systems also cut on.  He pinches at a large wire along her hips with one of his hands in response, and begins to move it between his fingers.  The other hand continues to move deeper into the wiring, stroking it with increasing firmness.]

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*Gasping and making a hum at how well his claws are able to treat the sensors in her hips, moments after he moves her aside to make room, she hears the click of his panel retracting.*

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Mmph...

*His touches sent shivers down through, her wings trembling ever-so-slightly at the contact. She spends a bit of time gently moving her lips and tentatively sucking on his tongue, but softly pulling away, Esmeral decides that it's time to move this show along. Taking her hand off their cords and first placing it on her hip where her husband is gripping, she starts to direct her fingers back to her port. It should already be obvious from the deep heat that she was feeling, but she still wanted clearance that she was wet enough to start fragging the ever-loving daylights out of her beloved.*

*Running her hand over the soaking folds, she gives the slightest of murrs as she enters a finger or two. Definitely wet enough. Definitely ready. Looking pleased at that, she directs both arms to Deathsaurus's shoulders. Using that, she unwraps her legs and positions herself on her knees. Taking a a look down, she allowed her port to graze the tip of her husband's cord - It's a momentary pause, but she leans in, letting her chest plates make contact with his own. Being pressed chest-to-chest was a unique sort of rush for bondmates, and she was assured that combining it with the feeling of her husband entering her after so many centuries would redefine the meaning of "Fuck yes".* 

[thestrigiform]

[fat-birds]

CUTIES

[coolandcruel]

esmeral started following you

Now ain’t ya a pretty one. [Jazz smiles but it’s everything but kind.]

[esmeral-blog]

*Yet, the smile she returns is anything but unkind.*

Ohh, you flatter me dear~ You’re not so bad yourself.

[coolandcruel]

…. Who are ya?

[esmeral-blog]

My designation is Esmeral; I’m a diplomat from the Death Zone. You would be?

[coolandcruel]

Death Zone. Now that sounds promisin. My name’s Jazz.

[esmeral-blog]

It's quite the lovely place. Anyone who's able to appreciate the interesting wildlife usually enjoys everything else, but not everyone is an outdoor-sy bot I suppose...

In any case, I'm pleased to meet you, Jazz.