Springing from the Aether

Sometimes I dream of things. I'd rather deal with reality; war and fire.

[springingfromnothing]

// If you need my rules check them here https://springingfromnothing.tumblr.com/rules

[mancatrex]

I love Sins of the Wreckers (if you couldn't tell)

Timelapse under the cut

[springingfromnothing]

Blood Sweat & Tears (From The Series "Arcane League of Legends")

Listen to Blood Sweat & Tears (From The Series "Arcane League of Legends") by Sheryl Lee Ralph #np on #SoundCloud

[supermariomamafucker]

they need to come up with more words like necrosis and miasma and mausoleum and cadaver and morose and decrepit and stuff like that just so metal bands can expand their vocabulary

[springingfromnothing]

What's in Springers (Human) Bag?

[springingfromnothing]

What's in Springers (Human) Bag?

[operator-riftwalker]

" You gonna stay up there or come down with me. Nidus is it?"

Hmm, but the overhead compartments have been so interesting…

Nidus pokes his head out from the opening he’d crawled into after parkouring his way up the wall, a few clinging tendrils from his back sticking to the shelf as he slips out further and, with a weird sticky ‘shlup’, plops down onto Springer’s shoulder.

He doesn’t have much of a functioning larynx (note to self, steal another one), but the awful gurgling could probably be taken for laughter.

[springingfromnothing]

Springer is chuckling himself. He gently pets a digit over the top of Nidus' head. Rumbling quietly at him," I have something for you to try. Since you liked scraping my palms for metal shed..."

He holds up a small dark grey lump.

" Iron Truffle. Thought you might like it. Wanna taste?"

[operator-riftwalker]

Interesting. Had he more dignity or self-preservation, Nidus might have felt a touch reluctant to be handed a treat like a little domestic pet.

Alas. He has ego and self-interest instead, which are similar but not the same.

Little clawed hands reach and grab for it out of curiosity and blatant greed as Nidus’ fronds fan out to try and get a better sense of the chunk of raw, dense metal. Mostly ferrus, with some interesting carbide inclusions… trace amounts of phosphorous and nickel.

His chest starts to ooze clear, viscous spittle.

[springingfromnothing]

Springer is treating him like a weird mini frame. If Nidus ever asked that is. Instead he gets to watch Nidus eagerly explore the treat. Fascinated by the...solvent? Dribbling from a chest seam.

Digit lightly drawing down Nidus' spine. Watching him intensely. Springer has the urge to lick him again as the fruit gone to booze and old metal scent strengthens.

[sparkmender]

{ @springingfromnothing }

Springer has the bolts to look sheepish. Robe drool stained in his denta...He ducks his helm.

Fondly exasperated, Rung sighs and shakes his helm. “I was wondering where that went, silly thing. Well.”

He reaches up, not to take the robe but to lightly grab Springer’s chin and give him a little wiggle.

“Just put it back in the dirty laundry bin when you’re satisfied, I suppose. I’ll put it in the wash tomorrow instead.”

[springingfromnothing]

Springer melts as Rung grips his chin. Watching him with wide blue optics as he rumbles. Then he shoves his face into Rungs chest. It might be a bit of damp affection. Given the saliva damp fabric still gripped in his denta.

He is purring loudly enough to be felt as well.

[springingfromnothing]

Tara pokes her helm in. “Is it alright with you if I keep First Aid?”

" Did Aid consent? Remember mama we're supposed to ask. Cause if Aid did consent I wanna know. I gotta make him a gift." Springer is vibrating his rotors excitedly.

[noiizemaze]

Claws patter against the doorframe. "He's made a little nest and cleared some space for himself in one of the less-used lab chambers in the cave complex under the main house. I think that rather speaks for itself, hmm?"

[springingfromnothing]

" Oh hes moved in? That was fast that he got to it before you mama." Teasing her softly as he moves closer to bunt her. Purring happily," I'm glad you'll have a science friend mama. You deserve one! Aids a good mech too."

[your-kneeling-knight]

Oh, dear prince, my heart stutters at your image—my eyes glaze, my head grows foggy, and the animal of my heart and soul craves to forever be your protector and the only being which gets to sink its teeth in to you. You are mine, yes? And I am yours? Claim me. Collar me. Let all see that I am your dogged servant, your protective hound.

[operator-riftwalker]

" You gonna stay up there or come down with me. Nidus is it?"

Hmm, but the overhead compartments have been so interesting…

Nidus pokes his head out from the opening he’d crawled into after parkouring his way up the wall, a few clinging tendrils from his back sticking to the shelf as he slips out further and, with a weird sticky ‘shlup’, plops down onto Springer’s shoulder.

He doesn’t have much of a functioning larynx (note to self, steal another one), but the awful gurgling could probably be taken for laughter.

[springingfromnothing]

Springer is chuckling himself. He gently pets a digit over the top of Nidus' head. Rumbling quietly at him," I have something for you to try. Since you liked scraping my palms for metal shed..."

He holds up a small dark grey lump.

" Iron Truffle. Thought you might like it. Wanna taste?"

[ask-smokescreen]

" Lookin' at somethin' in particular mech?"

"I might be, who's asking~?"

Act aside, he is openly admiring Springer. Wreckers are always so cool!

[springingfromnothing]

" Good bot." Springer shakes their helm a tiny bit by the grip he has. Then releases him to drag a thumb under one bright optic," Cute. Very cute. What a sweet pup then."

Bringing his cygarette back to his derma. Pulling a long drag off it before venting the shimmering dross smoke into the bots face.

" Wanna taste?"

[ask-smokescreen]

Every bit of praise gets a little flutter from his doorwings, his full attention locked on Springer, even when his chin is freed.

This does catch him by surprised as Springer vents in his face, coughing as his systems try to handle the sudden smoke.

"Yes, please!" He offers one servo paw, though he isn't sure if he needs to earn it first...

[springingfromnothing]

Aw- what a good puppy.

" Shocked someone ain't slapped a collar on you already. Eh- their loss." Laughing as his servo shifts to settle around his neck. Another long drag on his cygarette.

Then he's pulling Smokescreen in. Derma slanting over his, glossa sliding against Smokies lip. Offer and demand; sweet sharp dross smoke that follows it.

[ask-smokescreen]

" Lookin' at somethin' in particular mech?"

"I might be, who's asking~?"

Act aside, he is openly admiring Springer. Wreckers are always so cool!

[springingfromnothing]

Ah-

One of those. Springer resists the urge to roll his optics in amusement. Young mechs love the Wrecker glamor huh? Somethings never change. His free servo snaps out. Catching the sporty little racers chin.

Pulling his gaze up proper.

" Is it Military Kink, Daddy Kink or Masochism hm? Or maybe another puppy whining at me?"

[ask-smokescreen]

The sudden hold on his chin has him sitting up straight, ready to behave. How often did Springer have bots in this same position?

Smokescreen finds himself absolutely weak for the teasing, whining as Springer questions him, "Maybe a little of all of those, sir?"

He does think being a puppy suits him the most out of all of those, though.

[springingfromnothing]

" Good bot." Springer shakes their helm a tiny bit by the grip he has. Then releases him to drag a thumb under one bright optic," Cute. Very cute. What a sweet pup then."

Bringing his cygarette back to his derma. Pulling a long drag off it before venting the shimmering dross smoke into the bots face.

" Wanna taste?"

[ask-smokescreen]

" Lookin' at somethin' in particular mech?"

"I might be, who's asking~?"

Act aside, he is openly admiring Springer. Wreckers are always so cool!

[springingfromnothing]

" I'd say don't play stupid. But acting innocent seems to be your shtick. Just like Bee used to try. " He pulls his cygarette from his derma. Venting out a cloud of golden pink.

" Now. Try again. Did you need something stripes? Or just checking the menu?"

[ask-smokescreen]

"I don't think I can really play innocent these days. I'm a little too openly thirsty for that. But I'm curious what's on the menu, sure, sure but mostly, I just wanted to steal a bit of your attention! Or maybe to smoke some of that with you?"

"... Maybe to have you put that out on me?" He mutters, thinking he's saying it too quiet to understand. He isn't.

[springingfromnothing]

Ah-

One of those. Springer resists the urge to roll his optics in amusement. Young mechs love the Wrecker glamor huh? Somethings never change. His free servo snaps out. Catching the sporty little racers chin.

Pulling his gaze up proper.

" Is it Military Kink, Daddy Kink or Masochism hm? Or maybe another puppy whining at me?"

[ask-smokescreen]

" Lookin' at somethin' in particular mech?"

"I might be, who's asking~?"

Act aside, he is openly admiring Springer. Wreckers are always so cool!

[springingfromnothing]

" I'd say don't play stupid. But acting innocent seems to be your shtick. Just like Bee used to try. " He pulls his cygarette from his derma. Venting out a cloud of golden pink.

" Now. Try again. Did you need something stripes? Or just checking the menu?"

[sireld]

Cast aside your shift as I set aside my armor. I am your blade, your will, your intent.

Let me worship you. On my knees I can show you the divine devotion of a true knight. A loyal dog to the bitter end.

I deserve to find reverence in your flesh, absolution in the breath I steal from your lips. Reward me this, as I have already given you the world.

[besidebloomingirises]