#cameraworn

[scarecros-a-blog]

aha, mister rattle bones, i've got you now! clickety clack! get into my sack!

fuq

[clevermech-blog]

cameraworn started following you

«This is Perceptor, lead scientist aboard the Lost Light. Do you need something, Rewind?»

[lypophreniak-blog]

@cameraworn​ / continued from here

                 ❛ i know. ❜

he adjusts himself more comfortably in rewind’s lap, the hollows of his fingers filled in collaboration of the other’s.  a pretty blend of white against white, the outlined black of joints lining up to create connections that stoop low, seeping close.  he finds himself at an awful sort of peace, where everything rewind touches falls into a melancholic dreamstate of star stuffs and precious metals  --------  everything else floating in the open-fingered caress of backbone injections.

he strokes the side of rewind’s hand, which should be laid palm-down in his. and he  supposes that his head should be in his lap, too.

chromedome feels SICK.  a grotesque kind of addiction, boiling in the pit of his stomach, and he’s afraid to ask rewind if he’s caught it, too.  a joint virus, a prion disease that moves like a common cold. they consider themselves an awful sort of empty, a lack of rationality as an overbearing past-tense weighs across it.  it points out the mistakes so far, and a back of the head throbbing tells chromedome that maybe there’s another mistake happening right now.  but the comfort of the other is a correction to that,  the checkmark dash of a no in favor of a yes, but he knows the real answer isn’t in it’s okay, domey.  it’s in other words.  he think that it’s somewhere in the definition of I KNOW, but with another gentle squeeze of his fingers chromedome starts to rethink that. maybe it’s in what he’s saying in his head, or the reverberations of the functioning body and its glowing spark.

                ❛ i’m sorry about ---- you know. ever agreeing to do it again. ❜

[theminibotprotector-blog]

He woke to pressure on his chest.

He wanted to say he was used to it, that the crushing weight was typical. Between nightmares and flashbacks and hypervigilance, the weight was something he had grown accustomed to. It haunted his every night, crushing him until he either drifted off or left for a walk. It was his constant companion. Of course, that weight was less literal and more the result of everything he had endured, and, THAT, he was used to.

Waking up to the weight of a minibot, however, was still unexpected.

Red optics flickered briefly before powering on. To his surprise, it was not Tailgate, but Rewind who slept curled on his chest, like a content cat. He was silent, with only his shoulders moving in gentle vents. To his right, Swerve lay sprawled, his mouth open as quiet snores escaped his lips. At least he looked comfortable, even if his shoulder tire pressed into Cyclonus’ inner arm. Tailgate, though, was on Cyclonus’ left. His chubby form was curled, his arms wrapped around Cyclonus’ middle. Unlike Swerve, his head rested gently against his warrior’s shoulder, and he seemed quite content to purr in his sleep.

It was a sight that Cyclonus had not yet gotten used to, but one that still brought a smile to his face. Although he would protest to such a show of affection when the minibots awoke, he would indulge himself for now. The warrior himself wriggled, shifting his right arm to tug Swerve closer. The minibot flopped onto his side, his mouth closing, and the room became noticeably quieter.

Chuckling, he leaned over, pressed his lips to each minibot’s forehelm.

“My dearsparks,” he rumbled, and closed his optics once more.

Yes, he could definitely get used to this kind of weight on his chest.

[elitaxne]

@cameraworn LIKED for a starter --- ;;

♔— ;; || If there’s a lesson to be learned with having such a tall frame, it would be to always be AWARE of ones surroundings, especially in crowded hallways and smaller bots underfoot.

But, her thought processes were currently preoccupied with a report, and an abrupt CLUNK sounded from the front of her pede, tearing her attentions back to the present.

                 Well, at least she merely bumped into the small bot, and hadn’t stepped on them...

“Oh Primus, my sincerest apologies --- I was not paying attention. Are you alright?”

[lypophreniak-blog]

@cameraworn .

               there’s someone here who says they know you.

        there’s also a torn-to-pieces body on scene            something prowl will undoubtedly want to completely rip apart for a full-body autopsy again (and he usually looks at this with a sense of bitter amusement, but the past few days after his go-try at assisted suicide in the relinquishment clinic has left him buzzy; a mind full of static-white and fruitless thinking about rewind searching for a name he remembers is dominus). someone here who says they know you. LOT’S of people know him, that didn’t give his too-many acquaintances any right to show up during crime scenes. looking for conversation or something legal (doesn’t everything stem from that?), something infinitely more important that chromedome probably can’t bring himself to genuinely care about. regardless of this he agrees that yes; he knows this unspecified person. in-fact, he’s been expecting them. it takes time and questions off of everyone’s shoulders, even though prowl might complain            though lately he’s seemed a little distant, too.

       the person here who says they know him is REWIND. rewind, with the camera on his head and the dedication to show up at a crime scene. or at least he liked to think that this was dedication; that this was a i-really-would-like-to-see-you-again, since the last time wasn’t on the best terms or in the best conditions, and not what he’d otherwise perceive as an excuse to stick around the scene of a murder. the stacked layers of this situation indicate that this is just a happy accident that has rewind naming the right names, of course, but the mnemosurgeon isn’t thinking about that right now, and he wasn’t bound to start.

                            ❛ REWIND        ? ❜

[lypophreniak-blog]

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[innocentsavicr-archived-blog]

@cameraworn »» ♥’d for a teenyish starter !

     ❝ wait ----- did you see that? what was that? ❞