DJD Communications Officer

[CURRENT MUSE] :: Kaon from MTMTE

[nnetalic-blog]

I miss writing villains lol

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i // ii

[itiharasan]

：)

[itiharasan]

good ：）

[relay314]

Cities of Cybertron - Kaon Megatron Origin (2007).

[dataglitch]

I’m loving drawing more cute Vos!!

edit: added a few details

[nnetalic-blog]

when everything at once hits and you forget you rp as an electric death chair

[prowlscreamevangelist]

prowl’s tableflipping being an in-universe meme is my favorite thing

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squeakersquawker:

“Spark eater?” Squeaker tilted her helm, it was something she had heard of once or twice before in old stories but never actually met one.

It was interesting, and she understood little more why she had been so afraid before, and why it looked so frightening. But he seemed nice. Maybe. Either or he didn’t lash out at her.

“That’s not a not a good name, like someone calling you ‘The Bot.’“ Squeaker blurted before covering where her mouth was hidden under her mask.

‘ You must... Not have been in the war much if you’re this daft over what a spark eater is. ’ For a split moment Kaon was concerned, not over her limited information, but for himself. Had he traveled to some region where the reign of Decepticons held no power? Maybe he stepped through some parallel universe without knowing it...

Her comment made him laugh and look down at the pet, stroking the back of his neck before his attention was drawn in her general direction again.  ‘ I suppose you’re right, but the point is to strike fear into others, so it doesn’t really have a name for that reason. Most bots know what a spark eater looks like and have no time to think over names or formalities. Too busy cowering in fear over their own sparks to care. ’

[memes-musings-rp-blog]

Send ‘Kiss’ + a number to kiss my muse...

…in the rain.

…in the house they just bought.

…on the nose.

…against a wall.

…before going to sleep.

…to wake them up.

…french.

…in their neck.

…on their forehead.

…on the cheek.

…out of happiness.

…to thank them.

…drunk.

…to suprise/confuse them.

…because you missed them.

…to comfort them.

…to stop them from rambling.

…angry.

…crying.

…as a dare.

…for the first time.

…to tell them you like them.

[ohmyaranea]

Send in a ❣ for a random kiss.

a shy kiss. 

a forehead kiss.

a cheek kiss.

a nuzzle kiss.

a neck kiss.

a hand kiss. 

a hug + kiss combo. 

a dying kiss. 

a bleeding / bloody kiss. 

an assertive kiss. 

a nonchalant / uninterested kiss. 

a kiss to your muse’s shoes. 

a blown kiss. 

a sad / crying kiss. 

a quick kiss. 

a happy kiss.

a teasing / sensual kiss. 

a platonic kiss. 

a clumsy kiss

a kiss of your choosing! ( requested by the sender! )

[nnetalic-blog]

i wonder if kaon makes his coils make a loud shocking noise to scare his partner during kisses just because

or he makes it conduct to his mouth so he can say a shitty pun like ‘my my, that was shocking’ during a kiss

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@morethanparanoia liked for a starter

The echos of something that screeched and drowned out all other noises bounced off the walls of this monsters chamber accompanied by a long droning noise afterwards as he let out an exhausted sigh that sounded just as eerie. How long had he been in there? Days? Months? Years? Time was a strange entity to those who lifespans were within the millions of years as it tend to pass by in the blink of an eye, but this time it felt as if it was lingering on.

Sparks flew and charged the station that contained the electrical alien, only to be properly distributed and used against him. Rare moments between each day were gifted as a reoccurring guest checked up on him and his mind periodically through out his stay. No one else had come through those damned doors but the bothersome Autobot. The only thing that ever left the room was the surgeon and the momentary buzzing from when he was able to send out another voltage through his cage that he worked to break free from.

Kaon still planned his escape. It was only a matter of time before the opportunity would present itself.

[morethanparanoia-deactivated202]

The Lost Light was full of noises, from the low gurgle of the oil reservoir to the endless, pointless chatter of the bots in the halls, but each and every sound Red Alert could pick out and identify with ease. However, there was one, one particular noise that had been plaguing his processor for weeks, one that everyone either brushed off as his paranoia or ignored his concerns entirely. 

Placing his sensitive audial over the hidden door on what he assumed was the bottom level of the ship, Red Alert could once again pick up the low, cackling sound of what he guessed where electric currents that had been slowed down a thousand times their regular speed. His greatest fear, and his first assumption, was that the noise had been produced by some huge weapon. While he knew that going and seeing this strange device was dangerous, he believed that letting whoever it was continue with whatever was down there would be far worse.

Red Alert pushed the door open after breaking into the locks, his spark hammering almost painfully in his chest. As he took his first step into the room, he froze as he saw what, or rather who, exactly was creating the strange noise. His breath caught in his vents and his optics widened. He knew exactly who this was, Primus knows the amount of times he had studied each of the members of the DJD’s files. “…Kaon?” Fear and confusion hung thickly off his voice.

[nnetalic-blog]

A heavy, raspy tone was crackling through the air as he seemed to gasp for a new light, desperate to speak but his coils only lit up once again. This was a new Autobot, but an Autobot no less. The static burst into a large light show as a warning for the other to keep his distance. His name was heard and the static display dimmed over time before finally stopping, another moment of his worn voice attempting to speak again was only another sign of the distorted tortures he had endured previously.

The hollowed sockets that seemed to seep a dark void was the only “eye contact” given to the new comer that was accented by the devilish grin that tore from cheek to cheek, wondering what would happen next.

[squeakersquawker]

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‘ Ah, a thinker. ’ He repeated as if to clarify the new information he was given. ‘ But i’m not alone, I’m never alone. ’ On cue, the malformed sparkeater that drove others to the brink of madness from  fear, lurched from the shadows behind its master. ‘ No need to panic, he’s tame… For the most part. ’

Squeaker stepped back, her arms raising into a defensive stance. She had never seen anything like the creature before. And it was in instances like this she wished she hadn’t gotten her armaments removed.

At his words she dropped her defense slightly.

“He?” She peered at the creature curiously. Was it from a situation a bit like hers?

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‘ It may be a beast, but he still demands a certain respect, yes. Is that, ’ he paused as he stepped forward, the Pet staying in position until commanded to,  ‘  a problem? ’ Kaon tilted his head to the right, feeling of an unexpected grin stretched across his face with a soft chuckle.

[squeakersquawker]

“No.It’s just.. what what happened to him?” She tilted her helm worriedly before stepping a little closer to the sparkeater, attempting to gently get it’s attention, “W-hat’s your what’s your na-me?”

While it did scare her, she wanted to be polite. Fear was no reason to avoid someone who wasn’t trying to kill you after all.

[nnetalic-blog]

A short burst of laughter escaped him as he was bewildered at her question, letting her approach the false spark eater. "You really have no idea what he is, do you?" Her approach was hesitant, as it should be, before much to everyone's surprise the beast leaned into the extended servo and sniffed the palm curiously. He stepped forward and his sniffing extended more to her before he sat down and resumed his comfortable position. Kaon, shocked at the calm demeanor of his Pet, relaxed a bit too. "... He must not be hungry. Odd. Nonetheless, he is a spark eater and he is simply known as The Pet."

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i // ii

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// gonna be on mobile for a bit today and do replies so no fancy quotations or formatting for the time being 🐇

[twopieced]

*slides onto the table* Hey can you believe this was only supposed to be a sketch