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bored-grinder reblogged your post and added: “Meme || bored-grinder arceemedicbot rodimusmaximus “Oh my… I was...”
“Tarn you love me the most though yes?!” Tesarus...
Tarn pats his cheek reassuringly. “I believe the word that would best explain it is caring adoration Tesarus.”
“You’re safe here.”
My muse is suffering from war flashbacks. Send me “You’re safe here.” for my muse’s reaction.
Tesarus’s words brought him back to reality. Where had he gone to?
The past. His past. Before “Tarn”.
The day of his facial injury actually... the day they forgot him and left him to die.
His fusion cannon hummed down then shut off. “Thank you Tesarus.” he sighed, exhaustion was clear in his voice.
Tesarus shoves Tarn,"Are ya fraggin ignoring me?!"
Tarn was surprised by Tesarus’s sudden outburst. He groaned as he was shoved against a wall. He reached up and held Tes’s helm in his servos. “Never Tesarus. Things have been busy with our recent alliance with Deathsaurus... I need to keep tabs on him to make sure he and his men don’t double cross us...”
He would stroke the grinder’s cheek with his thumb. “I will make time for you, Right now.”
It’s The End of the World As We Know It
They’d scheduled the extraction point at the spaceport, hoping that not even the Decepticon Justice Division would have the ball bearings to attack a busy cosmic space center in broad daylight. In hindsight, Prowl shouldn’t have hoped for so much.
They’d landed in the middle of the port, in their hideous ship, and stormed the port like an unstoppable juggernaut. Their ship still out in the docking bay, Prowl’s entire unit had been pinned under flimsy cover, hollering for back-up that wasn’t coming and protecting a traitor panicking too hard to think straight.
“Keep you head down,” Prowl snarled at the shaking mess of bolts, clamping his hand on his shoulder for emphasis. “They’re shooting at us!”
The traitor -- Leaper -- gibbered back but Prowl’s attention was already on other considerations. He raised his rifle’s scope to his eyes and took aim, waiting for the opportune moment that he could... there. Kaon leaned out of cover, his gunformer teammate clutched in his hands, and Prowl aimed a shot directly at his hands. It ran true and Kaon’s face twisted with pain as he ducked back.
Prowl returned before more fire could come through. Some lucky mech had snagged Tarn early on, so he couldn’t charge them down where they stood, and Helex was too slow to be of any help. Tesarus was the only other concern -- his tank alt-mode was tough and he moved deceptively fast for something so ungainly.
“Sir, sir!”
“What?” Prowl looked down to see one of his soldiers pointed at something frantically.
“It’s Leaper! He’s trying to run for it!”
“What in the pit --” Prown hissed as he saw the retreating back of the mech. What was he doing? He was headed straight for the DJD’s location!
“I surrender!” came the answer to his question. “Primus, I surrender!”
No. Coolant ran like ice down Prowl’s lines as sprang out of cover, incoming fire or not, and sprinted after the afthead. Was Leaper completely out of his processor? The DJD spared no one and he was going to give away the tech! The Decepticons already had Phase Sixers on their side; they didn’t need anymore destructive power on their side.
Prowl was faster than Leaper and he caught up easily. A running jump and he was tackling the mech by the legs, bringing them crashing down onto the ground with an echoing reverberation of metal. He drove a fist into the mech’s face -- bastard -- and clawed to get at the package in his hands. It was making sounds. Why was it making sounds? What had Leaper done?
Prowl wrest away the package and kicked Leaper away and -- he froze. A very immense, very bad shadow loomed over him and he slowly, reluctantly looked up.
And up.
And up.
Ah, scrap.
Tesarus leered back at him.
"Ya mother fucker. Yer lucky Tarn wants ta team up... Er yer aft would be dead!"
“Charming as always, I see, Tesarus,” Deathsaurus replied, looking up at the grinder. “Yes, I’m well aware what my fate would have been had your commander opted to keep me on that List of yours.”
After a few moments, Deathsaurus spoke up again.
“Well, perhaps now it will be easier to keep your team together, now won’t it? Rumor is you lost two of your compatriots. The little ones, wasn’t it?”
"And I needed a good fight...."
—-⌠☢⌡|| “And here I was beginning— to think I had been forgotten, oh what a shame. But this’ll be quite delightful— don’tcha think?”
[Continued from X]
bored-grinder
“Ohhh no you don’t!” Tesarus’ little clamps reached and snatch one of the seeker’s wings and dragged him back,“Hmmm nooo…. I think… I think I wanna have a lil fun torturing ya. Since I can’t kill the real you….”
The facet of Starscream yelped at having his wing grabbed. He winced as he was dragged back in Tesarus’ way- his escape had completely failed and there was worst to come.
“Torturing me?! O-oh scrap. You can’t be serious can you? I c-can arrange something for you. Isn’t there s-something you would like that I can offer you?”
He grinned sheepishly.