✯ de aeterna ✯

"My current desires consist of merely rust sticks dip in high grade bits, and a new visor. The latter courteous of YOU."

“ǀ fєαя ǀ ɗσ ησт ρσѕѕєѕѕ тнє Ɩαттєя, вυт нєяє…” The titan reached into his subspace, pulling out a handful of rust sticks and offering them to her. “Ƴσυя νιѕσя ωαѕ qυιтє тнє тяєαт, ѕσ ǀ gινє тнєѕє ιη яєтυяη. ǀ’м ησт тσσ fσηɗ σf тнєм. ǀ’м αfяαιɗ ǀ αм fяєѕн συт σf нιgн-gяαɗє, нσωєνєя.”

Triumph lit his optics with a fierce fiery glow, a pleased growl exiting his vocalizer. “Eхcelleɴт. I wιll вe ɢeɴтle, ѕнoυld yoυ ѕo preғer…I woυld ɴoт тнιɴĸ тo нαrм α ɢιғт ѕυcн αѕ тнιѕ.” Not without reason.

Wicked claws ran down the femme’s spinal strut, sending shivers all along her frame. Odd that hands that had snuffed the sparks of so many could be so gentle…something that simply made the mech who now held her all the more dangerous.

“I will hold you t-to your words. Surely you posses some decorum, otherwise you would have taken m-me before?”

Her words stuttered slightly as the shivers laced through her neural net, a soft gasp leaving her lip plating after one sensitive spot was brushed. Surprised by her own words, Poise could not hide the look of both fear and restrained lust on face plating. He knew only too well how to make her dance in his servos.

#thecuttingxedge

-glares daggers at from a distance-

The titan would promptly go over and pick her up, sitting down and placing her in his lap. “Ƥσιѕє.”

She arched under his hold, winglets flaring out in surprise. But immediately she followed with his request, facial visor sliding back to reveal her face. Shuttering her lilac optics, it took a moment for them to adjust. Bio lights glowing softly, she regarded him with a reserved expression.

"Seeing as what occurred last time, I shall go with your request. As much as I hate to not let you eat my visor, it was difficult to procure another.”

Rotor smirked, casually nodding his approval. “Of тнαт ǀ нανє ƖιттƖє ɗσυвт… ǀт ѕнσυƖɗ вє α cяιмє тσ нιɗє ѕυcн ƖσνєƖу вєαυтιєѕ.” Optics the color and intensity of molten lava fixated on her lighter ones with obvious fascination.

"Ɯнєη уσυ ɗιє, ǀ ωσυƖɗ νєяу мυcн Ɩιкє тнє ρƖєαѕυяє σf нανιηg уσυя σρтιcѕ, Ƥσιѕє." In his mind, that was a high compliment - though it was unlikely she realized that.

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Her face plating did flush at the comment it seemed honest and that was what surprised her the most. This mech was one of the most dangerous and manipulative ones she had ever met, but at the same time he was...different. Flicking her optics to meet his, for once she was able to stare into their pits without flinching or shying away.

Surprise did flash across her optics, and she almost let him win. But leaning in, she slowly raised one of her servos. Tracing it along his cheek, she studied his face plating with rapt attention..

#thecuttingedge #ovo

reblog if ur mom is smart and beautiful

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I scrolled passed then I felt guilty

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same

repurifying

those comments gave me hope to this generation

She'd received a few reports of things go missing, so she decided to check it out. Poise kept her visor on for any sign of the perpetrator. // -is bad at starters- //

The ‘perpetrator’ was busy digging around in a large storage crate, his audio fins crackling with excitement. “Ohhh what are you?” His systems hummed softly in the background, his alt possessing no actual engine to rev. He lugged out a large weapon and sat down to inspect it, running his servos over it for a moment with a grin. He’d hacked into the storage unit with the same skilled servos he’d used during the war in his universe. That was his second favorite thing to do. Hack in and steal information under unsuspecting mechs senses. But obviously he also wanted to have objects to hoard away in his quarters. It wasn’t as if the original owner needed so many handsome weapons anyways… Not that they could stop him even if they wanted to.

Cartridge hadn’t really been prepared for that. Well obviously he’d dealt with it before, but Primus! His frame locked up when he saw the beasts, optics dimming further. His frame weakly gravitated towards hers, his gaze shifting to slits. He despised beasts of any kind, even if their outsides didn’t match what was housed within. Well that wasn’t fully true, he liked anything big… But that went for everything, coupled with his bizarre kinks.

He moved his frame to stay in line as much as possible, not in the mood to be bit by the small monsters. He was still staying close to her frame, everything about his softly screaming unease and straight out fear. He wanted to jump in the pits. If only that was actually possible and he hadn’t done it already once before. His servo was starting to shake, his optics flickering and shifting to a dim orange. "I-I’ll kiss whatever you want or don’t want, just keep those things away from me." Normally he would have been annoyed at being put in his place, but at the moment he was just going into survival mod, his sparkbeat uneven. He didn’t life having weaknesses, but he’d never really had a choice in the matter. Quick shaky vents started leaving his system as they moved, worrying at his pierced lip. The fear wasn’t as small as he wished it to be, and it wasn’t something he could brush off. It was deep set and grounded in his processors since almost the very day he was forged.

Noticing his fear, she dropped the act immediately. With a simple command the hounds moved forward as they made their way to the station. She hadn't meant to utterly terrify him, just a little shock here and there. Poise almost felt guilty, but she kept her optics on him. It could just be a farce to distract her and for him to attempt escape. Then she would sick the hounds on him...

"Theron and Leumos will not harm you unless you attempt to harm me. I shall not command them to do anything but escort us to the station. You are safe in my custody, they would never act out in such a manner. They are not mindless beasts like many view them as. Both have been bred for intelligence and their own specific capabilities. Loyalty is one of them."

She spoke soothingly, hoping it would calm him a little. Arriving at her own guard station, she escorted him within the small building. It led to a room, situated with two seats and a lengthy table. Interrogation mostly, but also to calm him. The hounds waited outside while she disabled any weapon functions, and removed his cuffs.

"I am Enforcer Poise. Please have a seat."

#kleptomaniacwithaknack

Online

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#-faints-

{ ooc } Hounds and Their Favorite Words

Theron: Decepticon? Destroy? Flammable?

Leumos: You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to have an attorney present during questioning. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you.

#// Yeah #so #um #Headcanon #Theron #Leumos

She'd received a few reports of things go missing, so she decided to check it out. Poise kept her visor on for any sign of the perpetrator. // -is bad at starters- //

The ‘perpetrator’ was busy digging around in a large storage crate, his audio fins crackling with excitement. “Ohhh what are you?” His systems hummed softly in the background, his alt possessing no actual engine to rev. He lugged out a large weapon and sat down to inspect it, running his servos over it for a moment with a grin. He’d hacked into the storage unit with the same skilled servos he’d used during the war in his universe. That was his second favorite thing to do. Hack in and steal information under unsuspecting mechs senses. But obviously he also wanted to have objects to hoard away in his quarters. It wasn’t as if the original owner needed so many handsome weapons anyways… Not that they could stop him even if they wanted to.

Cartridge grunted as she came to a stop near him before approaching. He stared at her heels once she came into view. He was used to getting taken down by all sizes and shapes when it came to mechs, but it was slightly ego damaging if they were his size or smaller. He wasn’t exactly large. He gave a distressed sound when she picked up his severed servo. That was his, Primus damn it.

He stayed limp while she cuffed his wrists, unsure if he could even move if he wanted to. He powered down his audio fins, the extra energy output doing nothing for his system. He winced once he was freed from the trap and yanked up to his pedes. He didn’t want the night to be boring though… He didn’t want to be left in a cell or questioned. It took too much time when he could be out doing more questionable activities. With some dificulty he ground out, “Oh, yeah? Well… You have the right, to, kiss my, aft.”

#kleptomaniacwithaknack #// she uh #yeah #sass #//

He did not seemed like he was going to cooperate, so the enforcer let out a shrill whistle with two digits. Giving him a blank look, she waited. There they were. Her hounds came running, Leumos easily overtaking his larger companion. He was slender and built for speed, silver frame and intelligent optics directed to land on Poise. Theron was the larger, and looked like he had been through a garbage compactor. Almost as big as Poise was, black and covered in scars. His scarlet optics stayed put on the prisoner, baring his denta in a low growl.

Poise gave them both an affectionate pet, and automatically moved forward. If he chose to drag his frame, then Theron could possibly persuade him. With nomming. Lots of nomming. Each hound took a side, Leumos on the left and Theron on the right. Both alert and ready to defend their mistress if needed.

"I do not know where you have been. I am up for engaging in such close contact off shift, but as it appears, you are now a criminal. So, as you put it, you may kiss my nonexistent spike. Had we met on better terms, maybe you would get a chance to sample my 'goods.'"

Sticking her glossa out at him, two piercings were at the tip and middle. Further back was one at the edge of her intake, for other purposes. Smiling cheekily, she hummed as they left the compound.

She'd received a few reports of things go missing, so she decided to check it out. Poise kept her visor on for any sign of the perpetrator. // -is bad at starters- //

The ‘perpetrator’ was busy digging around in a large storage crate, his audio fins crackling with excitement. “Ohhh what are you?” His systems hummed softly in the background, his alt possessing no actual engine to rev. He lugged out a large weapon and sat down to inspect it, running his servos over it for a moment with a grin. He’d hacked into the storage unit with the same skilled servos he’d used during the war in his universe. That was his second favorite thing to do. Hack in and steal information under unsuspecting mechs senses. But obviously he also wanted to have objects to hoard away in his quarters. It wasn’t as if the original owner needed so many handsome weapons anyways… Not that they could stop him even if they wanted to.

Cartridge was grinning even as his systems complained. He didn’t look it but he was seriously older than most mechs. Not that he was out of shape, his frame had always served him well, he was just more used to sneaking around. He usually loved getting caught because it meant punishment. Most despised him for his young nature and appearance, not to mention voice… After all, wasn’t he supposed to act his age? But with the law he often didn’t want to risk it. Half the time they just locked him up and ignored him. He didn’t want that.

He wanted attention. Badly. He looked back once more at the femme, actually somewhat impressed that she’d gotten through his trap so quickly. Maybe he really didn’t need to bother with cutting off his servo after her weapon had grazed him. Slag it though, he would have chewed his digit tips off later anyways. He swore when his distraction caused him to stumble, he really should have been paying attention. The trap wrapped about his slender legs, frame convulsing as he crashed to the ground. He twitched and reached his functioning servo out to weakly grasp at his detached servo before he fell still with a shaky groan.

She landed in a roll, skidding a little ways from him. Her heels even screeched some, leaving sparks behind. But it was a successful capture, one she was still energized from. Her visor was quite bright by the time she came near him, stopping a few inches from his face plating. Frowning some, she picked up the servo, eyeing it in slight disgust. Mechs were weird.

Clipping it to her belt, she grabbed his servos and placed them in stasis cuffs. Same effect the trap had, though she'd be able to move him around a bit now. It's a good thing the station was so close, he was going to have to be interrogated after that little stunt. Detaching the trap, she wordlessly wrenched him up with the aid of the cuffs.

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you state can be held against you in a court of enforcers, but for now you are under my custody. Please follow me."

#kleptomaniacwithaknack

She'd received a few reports of things go missing, so she decided to check it out. Poise kept her visor on for any sign of the perpetrator. // -is bad at starters- //

The ‘perpetrator’ was busy digging around in a large storage crate, his audio fins crackling with excitement. “Ohhh what are you?” His systems hummed softly in the background, his alt possessing no actual engine to rev. He lugged out a large weapon and sat down to inspect it, running his servos over it for a moment with a grin. He’d hacked into the storage unit with the same skilled servos he’d used during the war in his universe. That was his second favorite thing to do. Hack in and steal information under unsuspecting mechs senses. But obviously he also wanted to have objects to hoard away in his quarters. It wasn’t as if the original owner needed so many handsome weapons anyways… Not that they could stop him even if they wanted to.

Cartridge awkwardly righted himself as he dashed out into the hall, his optics blazing back online as he took off running. He spat out an item which had been lodged in his intake, tossing it aside into the darkness. He didn’t really want to be caught with it on his frame. He glanced back over his shoulder at his pursuer, reaching up to his shoulder plating. He grasped the most prominent one one on either side and pulled up. They shifted and clicked up, revealed to be blades of electrical energy embedded in his sheaths.

His audio fins crackled back to life as he spread the left blade out to one side. Energy from the blade’s tip and his audio fin connected, creating a strip of energy which broke away from its host. It spread like a bolt of lightning, tendrils lashing out to crackle against the floor, wall, and ceiling. She could probably get through it, he imagined, but she’d have to time it right. The shot nicked the thief’s servo, causing him to stumble and let out a surprised yell. Without thinking though he sheathed a blade and used the other to slash his servo from his wrist. He sheathed the other blade and grabbed the fallen, and still twitching appendage in his free servo before continuing in his stampede down the hallway.

#kleptomaniacwithaknack #-chirp-

Dodging whatever came from his mouth plating, she tried to catch up. Already her frame was burning hot, but it was both from exertion and the heat of the chase. It made her spark pound in its casing in excitement, not caring if she really caught him. Her optics were large behind her visor, watching his every move like a cat. And she was able to see the jolt of electricity. If only he were watching, she'd show him how flexible she really was.

Flexing her legs, she jumped through the electric pattern with ease. But it did just barely knick her winglet, which sent a good jolt of pain into her frame. Now he was gonna get it. Twisting before she landed, Poise shot out a grappling trap. Its function was to immobilize an opponent, shocking their neural net as soon as it wrapped around their legs or torso. If it didn't hit, she'd just run him ragged.

She'd received a few reports of things go missing, so she decided to check it out. Poise kept her visor on for any sign of the perpetrator. // -is bad at starters- //

The ‘perpetrator’ was busy digging around in a large storage crate, his audio fins crackling with excitement. “Ohhh what are you?” His systems hummed softly in the background, his alt possessing no actual engine to rev. He lugged out a large weapon and sat down to inspect it, running his servos over it for a moment with a grin. He’d hacked into the storage unit with the same skilled servos he’d used during the war in his universe. That was his second favorite thing to do. Hack in and steal information under unsuspecting mechs senses. But obviously he also wanted to have objects to hoard away in his quarters. It wasn’t as if the original owner needed so many handsome weapons anyways… Not that they could stop him even if they wanted to.

Cartridge was a crafty mech by mind, and more skilled at deception than some. The truth was he stole on regular basis. But then again, he was also fascinated with testing how far he could be bent until he broke. He hugged the weapon again, optics flaring up bright as he stroked a digit over the weapons shape.

"Typical! Everyone’s always tryin’ to ruin my fun. Oh but, ‘it’s wrong, Cartridge. Cartridge, why do you have a weapon lodged in your valve? Cartridge, what are you doin’ with that severed limb?’ Alright… Alright, maybe all of you are right. I’ll come quietly."

Abruptly he released and shoved the heavy weapon forwards, audio fins going dark along with his optics. In the next he was scrambling for the door, sight only a secondary skill when he had the whole place mapped out perfectly in his helm.

#-is horrible at fight/chase scenes- XD #kleptomaniacwithaknack

She flushed a little at the mention of such parts, but kept her optics pinned on him. But the sudden movement caught her by surprise, the enforcer flipping out of the way of the weapon. It landed heavily, nearly crushing her small frame. Growling to herself, her visor flared red as its night-vision clicked on. Turning on her head lights as well as sirens, she darted after the mech.

Her pedes replaced themselves with her tires, and she zipped right after him. She wasn't called the law abiding speeder for nothing! Servos finding her blaster, she kicked up the stun feature several notches before firing it right in his direction. It was automatic, so hopefully a shot would catch him.

If not, she would use acid pellets. And those were never fun.

She'd received a few reports of things go missing, so she decided to check it out. Poise kept her visor on for any sign of the perpetrator. // -is bad at starters- //

The ‘perpetrator’ was busy digging around in a large storage crate, his audio fins crackling with excitement. “Ohhh what are you?” His systems hummed softly in the background, his alt possessing no actual engine to rev. He lugged out a large weapon and sat down to inspect it, running his servos over it for a moment with a grin. He’d hacked into the storage unit with the same skilled servos he’d used during the war in his universe. That was his second favorite thing to do. Hack in and steal information under unsuspecting mechs senses. But obviously he also wanted to have objects to hoard away in his quarters. It wasn’t as if the original owner needed so many handsome weapons anyways… Not that they could stop him even if they wanted to.

Cartridge was so fascinated with the items he was inspecting that the clank of pedefalls took him by surprise. He was only just starting to turn at the warning alert the other sounded, his arms instinctively clutching to the large weapon.

"Why should I?!" He asked, clutching to the bulky weapon tighter, "I found it, and its whoever coded this place’s fault. If they didn’t want their items stolen, they should have got someone smarter to come up with the code!" His audio fins spiked in output, illuminating his features even more. His lip plates were curled in a almost sparkling like scowl, masking the way his processors were analyzing possible escape paths.

Winglets spreading, she tried to calm the mech. He didn't seemed like the usual thief, he was too nervous. Lip plating thinning, her visor reflected his own face right back at him. No chance at him seeing any of her face but her chin and derma. She was blocking the usual way out, and despite being small, she was adept to pursuing those larger than her. Poise braced her servos on her wide hips, hoping he wouldn't try anything.

"Sir, I am just an enforcer. Please put the weaponry down. I do not wish to use force, but if the need arises I shall."

#kleptomaniacwithaknack

She'd received a few reports of things go missing, so she decided to check it out. Poise kept her visor on for any sign of the perpetrator. // -is bad at starters- //

The ‘perpetrator’ was busy digging around in a large storage crate, his audio fins crackling with excitement. “Ohhh what are you?” His systems hummed softly in the background, his alt possessing no actual engine to rev. He lugged out a large weapon and sat down to inspect it, running his servos over it for a moment with a grin. He’d hacked into the storage unit with the same skilled servos he’d used during the war in his universe. That was his second favorite thing to do. Hack in and steal information under unsuspecting mechs senses. But obviously he also wanted to have objects to hoard away in his quarters. It wasn’t as if the original owner needed so many handsome weapons anyways… Not that they could stop him even if they wanted to.