#comethuntodarkness

[pole-dancing-peacock-blog]

Maybe?

Send “Maybe?” if your muse has thought of kissing mine

“Oh my sir, me, of all mechs? I’m honored~.”

[ring-rang-rong-blog]

➡ Smack dat aft
➢Grope them

Send a symbol to have your Muse touch my Muse and see how they react!

The unexpected assault from behind made Rung jump and make a muffled yelp - but before he could do anything else, an unknown frame had come up behind him, arms wrapping around and servos reaching places that they certainly had no place being at the moment. 

“W-what - who - ??” 

Rung tried to grab at the servos and twist around to see who it was, but without much success.

[copernican-wrench-blog]

The Call of the Lord

Deep under the ocean there was a pull at her spark, as she awakened. How long had it been? How many years?

She only got a vague feeling, a face imprinted into her memory, a name and, most important, a duty. To aid the fellow herald in his duties.

She stumbled out of the stasis chamber, condensation dripping off her frame. The ship was dark, cold, wet. The ship creaked as the lights over her came on, the ship churning awake, to life, as it hadn’t been in decades.

She started down the hall, to the command bridge. She knew the ship like the back of her hand. Each crack, each panel of the wall, everything, down to it’s very struts. She stepped onto the bridge and did a search, before opening the comm line as she found the Decepticon ship in orbit, far far above.

::Greetings Herald,:: she typed, knowing that the message would find it’s way to the proper recipient. The only other attachment was a set of coordinates to her bridge, damaged as it was. It would have to do.

[guardiia]

LIFT (FOR REASONS)

Send “LIFT” for my muse to pick up your muse.

     “Whoa, hey, careful!” Before she can think, the frontliner is sweeping the svelte mech up in both of her arms, bridal style, just as he’s about to step off the landing platform. 

     Peering carefully over the ledge, she lets out a low whistling sound. 

     “That’s a long fall, mech, ya’…oh.” And she’s realized he is, in fact, a flight frame. Sheepishly, she carefully sets the purple mech down and backs off a few steps. 

     “M’sorry, I, uh, didn’t even think.” 

[ring-rang-rong-blog]

(mistletoe) Smirks, gesturing to lips, "How about one right here?" He chuckled deeply, reveling his sharp denta.

Rung tried to keep the trepidation from showing on his face. “U-uhm... I’ll do one on the cheek, i-if you’d like?”

[imperatoria]

♍

“...I’m actually rather surprised. You have none of that nervousness typical to most virgins I’ve met. You’re very confident in what you do.” Prowl eyed Soundwave from his corner of the room. The room was empty, and that could only encourage the gladiator to start something. At least from here, Prowl might stand a chance of evading him. Sometimes he even escaped.

“You should understand that I’m not one. I’ve had... experience with both spikes and valves. Hardline, as well. That won’t be a problem, will it?”

[imperatoria]

Such Big Teeth You Have

starter for comethuntodarkness

Two months had passed since Prowl wandered into his first gladiator ring. Two months of steady communication, investigation, and training as he worked on his case. Some had dropped out, he’d heard, and a quiet swell of satisfaction built in him. Some people just didn’t make the cut.

Unlike Prowl. He knew how to make the necessary sacrifices, after all.

That... incident with Soundwave had been unorthodox, but the results could not be denied. He was getting known now, not only as Soundwave’s possible lover but also has a formidable fighter in his own right.

The former part of his reputation was not entirely welcome, but it opened doors for him, so Prowl could not fully protest it. Too much.

This new ring he came into was bigger and more well-attended than his first. Prowl had made several appearances in various locations already. Nowhere near Soundwave’s elite tier, but a good deal further from his rank as rookie.

He flared his plating a little. Choosing to remain with the white gained him more attention - it had become something of his signature, the same way Soundwave had his tendrils and Megatron his cannon. Somewhat restless, Prowl glanced around the back room.

This one was less crowded. Most mecha kept to themselves as they patiently waited to be called out. He had a sense of unease, as if something was going to happen and very soon.

[rapaxregina]

@comethuntodarkness

        She watches the slender mech carefully, armor slightly bristled. He had a different aura to him, something she didn’t trust in the slightest. After a few moments of silence, she finally spoke. “Soundwave? What are you doing here?”