Her Heart Was So Cold

She could hold ice in her mouth and it would never melt. RP blog for my Transformers OC Medic Wild

[frostbittenfemme]

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒷𝓁𝒾𝓏𝓏𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓁𝑒 𝓈𝓃𝑜𝓌𝒻𝓁𝒶𝓀𝑒...

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[frostbittenfemme]

What is your favorite kind of milk?

"Chocolate. Although instead of milk I much prefer performing the process of milking."

[frostbittenfemme]

You'll find her in her liquid nitrogen bath sulking because of the heat

[frostbittenfemme]

How many shots would it take for you to sleep with Ratchet?

"Like 6 maybe? He's a nice mech and we have alot in common.. but it'd take me being drunk to look past his awful florescent colour scheme."

[frostbittenfemme]

How many shots would it take for you to sleep with Megatron?

Wild grimaces at the thought. "There isn't enough alcohol in the universe for that to ever happen."

[prettythought]

Send “How many shots would it take for you to sleep with ___ ?” questions for my muse’s response!

[frostbittenfemme]

Closed starter for @helicrazy

Takeout, booze and shit talking. Three things that had become a ritual to the chaotic pair. Tonight was Winter's turn to provide the goodies. Armed with two boxes of pizza and a crate of beer, Winter uses her foot to tap on the front door of Viktor's place. For a few moments she waits quietly humming to herself, yet she gets no answer. Winter taps the door again and waits for a few more moments, still no answer.

Winter's humming comes to a stop as her arms begin to ache from the weight of the case of beer. The little Russian opts for trying the door handle and to her surprise she finds it unlocked. Strange.. She thinks to herself. Viktor never came across as the kind of person to just leave his door unlocked.

Shaking the thought off as she lets herself in Winter peers around Viktor's place. There's still no sign of him. "Viktor?" She calls out as she puts the beer and the boxes of pizza own in the kitchen.

Maybe he's asleep? She ponders, heading over to the bedroom. Without warning the short blonde bursts into his bedroom, fully intending to wake the man up. "Rise and shine!" She harmoniously shouts before grabbing and yanking the duvet back revealing much more than she could've imagined. "OH!" She loudly announces. "Didn't realise you had company."

[helicrazy]

The two men sleeping on the bed were completely oblivious to the guest inside. Nothing was heard, not the front door swinging open or the creaking of the floorboards. The last few hours have been... exhausting to say the least, to the point that they passed out without another thought.

Then came the wake-up call, not the lady exploding into the room or the cheerful idiom; those were just warnings before the bedsheet was ripped away from them, exposing their bare bodies to the room. Neither of them gasped or made a sound; they reacted like they were being attacked by sitting up instantly and shifting toward the other end of the bed.

Viktor squints at the intruder, recognizing the silhouette from the light shining in through the doorway. "Winter?" He's about to ask why she was here, but the smell of food coming off the woman's clothes brings it all back to him.

He invited her over for a night of dining and drinking, moments before Beau showed up unannounced for some... much-needed stress relief. And speaking of him...

Viktor turns to face Winter, bends a leg, and rests his wrist against his knee, revealing more of himself than he needed to, but it wasn't so the woman could ogle him; it was to keep Beau hidden behind him. He can feel the man's arm pressed against his back, his breaths steady on his shoulder.

Beau wasn't a scared or shy person; he was annoyed and in an uncomfortable position with a female in the room. "Who is she?" He asks, yet he knew Viktor could pick up on his tone that it wasn't a question; it was a request to get her to leave.

"She's a friend. It's fine, man." The blonde man glances back to his friend before looking back at the woman and waves. "Hi. Uh..." He pauses; for once, he is at a loss for words. "I guess the front door was unlocked?"

[frostbittenfemme]

Winter's grin can only grow bigger at Viktor's loss for words. Whoever this mystery man was certainly brought a different side out to the chaotic man. "Very much unlocked." She answers with a giggle, stood there staring at the pair, still firmly holding the blanket. " You'd think a man of your.. quirks would want the door locked at all times? Oh wait no is this the start to a really cheesy porno? Have I been cast as the delivery person?" She jokes and laughs.

Despite her joking Winter's curiosity gets the better of her and she can't help but probe for answers. "So who's the cute guy?" Trying to get a better look at the other man by peeking around Viktor.

The little doctor being completely oblivious to the fact Viktor was naked. Years of practicing medicine in the military has completely dampened the normal social response of being embarrassed. Yet the moment the thought occurs to her that Viktor forgot about their little evening ritual hits her as she struggles to get a good look of the man. "Boy I can't believe you were gonna stand me up, so rude!" She complains with a gasp of realisation and a pout; sulking like a puppy that's just been told off.

[frostbittenfemme]

Winter rolls her eyes, while she may not have understood what Swindle had said, it doesn't take a genius to figure out what he was talking about from Viktor's reply. "Actually its because we're closer to hell and therefore are filled with more spite and evil thoughts." She retorts, with a middle finger of her own to both men.

Despite the witty remakes Winter makes sure to listen to Swindle's instructions. They seemed simple enough but she couldn't help bit wince at the thought of burning vehicles, she gets why it needed to be done but it still seemed like such a waste. But that feeling quickly subsides with the mention of the medical room.

Winter's face practically lights up with excitement. "A whole room?" She gasps. A whole room is exactly like a whole hospital when your biggest luxury was a medical tent or two if you were lucky. "Sound good? Are you kidding I get a whole medical room? What are we waiting for? When do we start?" She grins, acting like a kid in a candy shop, barely contained to her seat.

[helicrazy]

"Then what are we waiting for?" Viktor states as he gets up from his seat and motions the lady to follow him. First, he gets Winter to change into something more concealing to blend into the night better and ensure she didn't have to suffer in heels the whole time.

During the job, Viktor gives a rundown of what to do, how to know when you're being tailed, how to use certain roads to lose them, and how to avoid any busy areas with cameras and cops. The darkness provided a perfect shield against everything else. He also explains that if there are any packages inside the vehicle, do not open them, as that is beyond their authority to do so.

Once everything was set and done, the rendezvous was the finale stop where someone waited with a vehicle to bring them back to the club. Except, as Viktor approaches the back alley, he felt something was off right away. The vehicle was left unattended and the man usually meeting him here was no where to be found.

"That's odd." Viktor claims to step over to the vehicle, grab the handle, and find the door unlocked. He looks in the back seat and searches around the front in hopes of finding something they left behind. "Fuck." He huffs, pushing the door closed, and glances over to Winter. The visor flashes exclamation marks, but before he can get a word out, something covers over his mask and applies pressure to his throat.

He attempts to struggle, trying to push whoever is behind him into the vehicle, clawing at their arms, but the grip gets tighter, and he passes out soon after.

[frostbittenfemme]

The job was simple enough, most of it being plain common sense and utilising skills she was taught in the military. Hiding in the darkness and sticking to a route for stealth is no different to transporting patients for treatment while deep in enemy territory. Although her curiosity can't help but make her wonder what the packages contain; drugs? weapons? or something not even she could imagine? But despite her burning curiosity Winter remained focused on the task at hand and listening to what Viktor had to say.

Upon getting to the rendezvous Winter follows Viktor, not knowing what to expect but hearing the words 'That's odd' doesn't bode well. Winter stays quiet but the concerned look on her face is enough to give away her thoughts. She watches Viktor a little bit too intently, failing to notice the person behind her, the only warning being the flashes on his visor. Yet it is too late as something grasps her throat and before she knows it her vision goes pitch black.

Water rippling and splashing against the side of something and a cold gust of wind wakes the little Russian from her forced nap. Upon opening her eyes it takes her a few blinks for her vision to unblur. "Chto, chert voz'mi, proizoshlo?" She rasps out in her native tongue, still a little groggy and feeling the remnants of the rough grasp on her throat from earlier. She's certain it'll leave a bruise on her pale flesh. It takes her a few moments to realise she's restrained on a chair; ropes binding her arms behind her back, her ankles together and tied around her waist. Whoever it was who captured the pair they weren't messing around.

The little Russian peers around trying to find Viktor or catch any sight of their kidnappers. "V?" She calls out. "Can you hear me?" She asks trying to remain calm, even as she pulls against the tight restraints binding her.

[frostbittenfemme]

"Thank you and how could I resist your invitation? Especially when there is alcohol involved." Winter chirps in response as she sits down. "Aw you know me so well Viktor, although I might've kicked your shins too y'know considering how short I apparently am." She chides, sticking her tongue out at the masked man.

Swindles presence also doesn't go unnoticed yet she refuses to acknowledge him until she has to, instead focusing on poking the blades on Viktor's upper arm to determine if they're real. When her focus evenutally lands on Swindle, she returns his lack of enthusiasm towards her right back at him. Her expression souring to her usual resting bitch face. "By no job do you mean someone who actually pays taxes?" She retorts. "Anyway shouldn't you be picking up a delivery right about now?" Winter teases with a small smirk.

The smirk disappears when Viktor and Swindle reveal the real reason for why she's there. "You'll need my medical expertise to remove my foot from your ass if you aren't careful zasrenets" Winter practically growls at the Italian. Her gaze flits from Viktor's masked expression to Swindle, she supposes including her was the next logical thing to do after involving her in Viktor's gunshot wound, yet the decision doesn't fail to make her rub at her temples from frustration despite the benefits it may reap.

Winter quietly contemplates the offer. Despite her being the sole earner of the garage's income she must admit sometimes it can be tough with student loans still hovering over her head, it's not exactly like she's earning the income of an actual doctor anymore. The promise of some extra cash she can call her own is indeed very tempting; it would mean she could work a little less and have more time to herself too. With a tired sigh she looks at the pair of men. "Fuck it, I might as well. Someone's got to patch your wounds and deal with your shit, it might as well be me."

[helicrazy]

Swindle only stares at Winter as he reaches for his cigar; even when she accepts the deal, he peers over to Viktor instead. "Perché si comporta come se fosse lei a comandare?" He asks while bringing the cigar to his lips.

Viktor glances toward Swindle, the female, and then looks back at the other man before answering. "You know what they say about small people." The emotes on his visor change to '˄˄' and he continues. "You guys like to feel powerful."

The con man flips his friend off and then blows cigar smoke in Viktor's direction, making them chuckle. "Anyways, the jobs are... pretty simple." Swindle begins to explain when returning his attention to Winter. "Grab stuff from point A, and then bring it to B. Don't open the boxes unless otherwise told, and if anything happens to the vehicles you are using, burn them. We can't risk any evidence lingering for pigs to find." He takes another puff from the cigar before setting it back down and waves over to the man beside him.

"Viktor here will show you how it's done. After that, we have a medical room you can check out. Most of the stuff should be there, but don't expect it to be a five-star hospital."

Viktor leans forward and rests his arms on the table while tilting his head. "So, does all that sound good?"

[frostbittenfemme]

Winter rolls her eyes, while she may not have understood what Swindle had said, it doesn't take a genius to figure out what he was talking about from Viktor's reply. "Actually its because we're closer to hell and therefore are filled with more spite and evil thoughts." She retorts, with a middle finger of her own to both men.

Despite the witty remakes Winter makes sure to listen to Swindle's instructions. They seemed simple enough but she couldn't help bit wince at the thought of burning vehicles, she gets why it needed to be done but it still seemed like such a waste. But that feeling quickly subsides with the mention of the medical room.

Winter's face practically lights up with excitement. "A whole room?" She gasps. A whole room is exactly like a whole hospital when your biggest luxury was a medical tent or two if you were lucky. "Sound good? Are you kidding I get a whole medical room? What are we waiting for? When do we start?" She grins, acting like a kid in a candy shop, barely contained to her seat.

[frostbittenfemme]

Closed starter for @helicrazy

Takeout, booze and shit talking. Three things that had become a ritual to the chaotic pair. Tonight was Winter's turn to provide the goodies. Armed with two boxes of pizza and a crate of beer, Winter uses her foot to tap on the front door of Viktor's place. For a few moments she waits quietly humming to herself, yet she gets no answer. Winter taps the door again and waits for a few more moments, still no answer.

Winter's humming comes to a stop as her arms begin to ache from the weight of the case of beer. The little Russian opts for trying the door handle and to her surprise she finds it unlocked. Strange.. She thinks to herself. Viktor never came across as the kind of person to just leave his door unlocked.

Shaking the thought off as she lets herself in Winter peers around Viktor's place. There's still no sign of him. "Viktor?" She calls out as she puts the beer and the boxes of pizza own in the kitchen.

Maybe he's asleep? She ponders, heading over to the bedroom. Without warning the short blonde bursts into his bedroom, fully intending to wake the man up. "Rise and shine!" She harmoniously shouts before grabbing and yanking the duvet back revealing much more than she could've imagined. "OH!" She loudly announces. "Didn't realise you had company."

[frostbittenfemme]

Closed starter for @helicrazy

Winter never knows what to expect from Viktor, him being the perfect definition of a wildcard, he could do literally anything and it wouldn't fail to surprise her. Yet some things shock her more than others; to this day she still gets surprised he wants to hang out with her.

Winter is working underneath a car when her phone goes off and the sound alone is enough to pull her attention immediately. The little mechanic slides from underneath the vehicle, getting up and rushing over to her phone on the work bench. She knows it's not work related, otherwise it would have been a phone call to the garage phone,

Winter opens the text, seeing the instructions and location of where Viktor wants to meet, letting out a little trill of curiosity, followed by a huff and a scowl as she reads more of the message. "The fuck you mean fairy-tale princess look?"

She looks down at her oil covered overalls and then back at her phone, rapidly texting a response. [Will meet you there, not sure you'll look any better looking like a magnet that's been dragged through my scrapyard.]

It seems she'll have to raid her wardrobe for something to wear to this club. * * * Clubs never have been her kind of scene, they have too many people for a starters all pushed up against one another and the thought of that is enough to make her apprehensive in going inside, that is until the guilt creeps in at the thought of no showing when she already agreed to meet. Despite her worries, Winter sticks true to her word and after taking a deep breathe enters the club, heading straight for the bar to find Viktor.

Looking around she understands now what Viktor meant by not looking like her normal self. Thankfully the depths of her wardrobe still contained some clothes more fitting for the dress code; a long tank top decorated with a ribcage, a cropped, studded leather jacket and ripped denim shorts paired with tights distressed and ripped to match. Her height closer to Viktor's thanks to the added six inches her high heeled boots give her and the look finished off with multiple viking-esque braids and metal adornments alongside her rocking her signature red lipstick.

"Wow, you almost blend in here." Winter calls out to him.

[helicrazy]

And blend he almost could. Viktor's black punk-styled hooded jacket had small blades hanging off his upper arm, studs on the shoulder pad that closely resembled armor, and gloves with built-in brass knuckles on his right hand. A simple skull shirt was worn underneath, military pants with torn parts at the knee, and his usual mask displaying emotes through the visor.

Some of his blond hair was sticking out through the hood, but he let it stay that way, feeling it fit the vibe he had going on.

Swindle was beside him at the bar with his dark-colored thug style, merely so the gold tooth and rings on his fingers stood out more. He knew the owner of this place, so it didn't matter what he wore here, yet he still made the effort to look the part.

"Glad you made it!" Viktor happily expresses while patting a seat at the table. "And a fabulous look. I was tempted to get you a step stool, but I know you would have punched me for that."

"Avresti dovuto." Swindle states, tapping his cigar on the ash tray before setting it down and blowing out smoke. He turns in his seat to face Winter, his stare showing he is less than pleased meeting the woman again. "Winter, or Winnie. Whatever you like to call yourself. You can thank Viktor here for setting this up, because apparently you have no job. Che tristezza."

Viktor chuckles while leaning back into the chair. "What he means is that, if you're interested, you can do some work for us that can get you under-the-table cash. Nothing drastic, of course, just..." He holds up a gloved hand and nearly presses his fingers together as the visor displays a wink. "Slightly illegal things here and there."

"Your medical experience would also be grateful." Swindle adds before grabbing the cigar to breath in the fumes.

[frostbittenfemme]

"Thank you and how could I resist your invitation? Especially when there is alcohol involved." Winter chirps in response as she sits down. "Aw you know me so well Viktor, although I might've kicked your shins too y'know considering how short I apparently am." She chides, sticking her tongue out at the masked man.

Swindles presence also doesn't go unnoticed yet she refuses to acknowledge him until she has to, instead focusing on poking the blades on Viktor's upper arm to determine if they're real. When her focus evenutally lands on Swindle, she returns his lack of enthusiasm towards her right back at him. Her expression souring to her usual resting bitch face. "By no job do you mean someone who actually pays taxes?" She retorts. "Anyway shouldn't you be picking up a delivery right about now?" Winter teases with a small smirk.

The smirk disappears when Viktor and Swindle reveal the real reason for why she's there. "You'll need my medical expertise to remove my foot from your ass if you aren't careful zasrenets" Winter practically growls at the Italian. Her gaze flits from Viktor's masked expression to Swindle, she supposes including her was the next logical thing to do after involving her in Viktor's gunshot wound, yet the decision doesn't fail to make her rub at her temples from frustration despite the benefits it may reap.

Winter quietly contemplates the offer. Despite her being the sole earner of the garage's income she must admit sometimes it can be tough with student loans still hovering over her head, it's not exactly like she's earning the income of an actual doctor anymore. The promise of some extra cash she can call her own is indeed very tempting; it would mean she could work a little less and have more time to herself too. With a tired sigh she looks at the pair of men. "Fuck it, I might as well. Someone's got to patch your wounds and deal with your shit, it might as well be me."

[th0rns]

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[frostbittenfemme]

Saw a tumblr post on instagram that talked about ice characters having mercury weapons and mercury armour because they're cold enough to make it solid and how the moment they're like disarmed or the armour gets stolen it just melts and injures the other party and it is giving me SO MANY IDEAS

[frostbittenfemme]

((Munday moodboard from Instagram reels stolen from: @helicrazy

[frostbittenfemme]

"What's freezin' good lookin'?"

Knock knock, hello.

The door gets whipped open, if she had done it any faster Wild would have ripped it off the wall. "Whirlybird!" Wild chirps and pounces on the copter.

"I've missed you mech!" It's been a while since she's seen him but no matter what she knows he'll always come back to see her when he's ready.

[frostbittenfemme]

their gym bag. their backpack. their attic.

Their gymbag ((You're getting Human AU for this one)) Back when Winter wasn't a social recluse and would head to the gym instead of doing her workouts at home her gym bag would consist of a change of clothes, mini first aid kit because you never know when you might need it, snacks and beverages because exercise makes you hungry and of course headphones because music is a must have. Their backpack ((Changing this one to subspace)) Wild's subspace always has some sweets of some kind in there, although they never last long because it takes alot of energy for her to keep cold all the time. There is also most definitely some rogue medical supplies in there; stuff that she's taken out of her medkit and forgot about or random items you never know when you might need such as bandages and a rogue test tube. There is also definitely some raunchy romance novels in there that she reads whenever she gets chance for a break. Their attic Considering the war destroyed pretty much everything her attic is probably pretty empty. There's a few boxes of pelts up there from some hunting trips and the usual suspects of holiday decorations too. Somewhere in the back corner there's mementos from her time on Earth, the things that are too painful to look at for her to display in her house or at work such as; her snow globe collection from Annabelle, any of the photos from her time on Earth and other stuff like that.

[zachrp]

ᝰ🚬 𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙿 .ᐟ TAKE A LOOK AT MY MUSE + WHAT THEIR LIFE LOOK LIKE HEADCANON PROMPTS. CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SOME MATURE THEMES MAY BE PRESENT.

their nightstand.

their voice memos.

their junk drawer.

their car visor.

their desk.

their dorm room.

their basement.

their laundry basket.

their sock drawer.

their keyring.

their notebooks.

their safe.

their cup holders.

their shoe rack.

their gym bag.

their old hard drives.

their USBs.

their medicine cabinet.

their garage.

their e-reader.

their center console.

their shower shelf.

their trash can.

their workstation.

their notes app.

their spare tire compartment.

their spam folder.

their email inbox.

their tablet.

their storage unit.

the place they never let anyone look.

their makeup bag.

their phone.

the back of their closet.

their underwear drawer.

their jeans pockets.

their shared bedroom.

their storage bins.

their passenger seat.

their bookshelf.

their suitcase.

their bed.

their razor drawer.

their spice rack.

their shoebox of keepsakes.

their driver's seat.

their dresser.

their filing cabinet.

their computer.

their bathroom sink.

their playlists.

their freezer.

their online shopping carts.

their glovebox.

their toolbox.

their coat pockets.

their browser bookmarks.

their pockets right now.

under their bed.

their camera roll.

their pillowcase.

their backpack.

their trunk.

their saved passwords list.

their kitchen counter.

their pantry.

their sketchbooks.

their closet.

their loose papers.

their unsent messages.

their purse.

their toiletry bag.

their fridge.

their overnight bag.

their cloud storage.

their shed.

their school bag.

their attic.

their photo albums.

their childhood bedroom.

their wallet.

their headboard shelf.

their locker.

their blocked contacts list.

their burned CDs.

their deleted photos folder.