#damagedstinger

[gentlexwind]

@damagedstinger

The visuals of a hulking insectoid frame and glaring optics among bark and leaves were not what Prowl was anticipating upon taking his usual path through his self proclaimed ‘sanctuary’. Now, the ninja had never encountered Wasp after his run-in with Black Arachnia. Just him whenever he had the paint-swap with Bumblebee. If he was being totally honest with himself, the black and gold mech never thought he would either after the story Optimus told upon his return from Dinobot Island. He and Arachnia were presumed extinguished.

Purple hues blinking behind glasses in surprise the small mech freezes in his steps. Lifting servos slowly up to chassis height in a gesture of ‘no threat’ Prowl has to force armor not to fluff in surprised nerves. Primus, please let this encounter be unaggressive.

[vitaphobic]

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The Insectacon chitters anxiously, nodding quickly in agreement, “Wazzzpinator iz the same…. lotz of botz in one place makes Wazzzpinator n-nervous.“

» ⚜ ||  Dinobot regarding the insecticon with one crimson optic, his feathers ruffling just slightly and his crest rising and falling in his curiosity.

“You’re the new recruit, yes? Waspinator? I’ve heard a bit about you.” Not much, mind you -- just his name, and his build, the fact that he was much smaller than the insecticon soldiers Team Prime had come across before. He was a point of intrigue for the beastmech; it had been a while since he’d even seen an insecticon scout.

“My apologies if the main room overwhelms you. I know the Autobots can be rather loud.”

[galaxyshuttle]

Wingless Wasp, the Velvet Ant.

You know, at first seeing that little green shape through his cross hairs had been a welcome dot of colour in this dark and grey side of town, the little insecticon doing something with its mandibles and sheets of city rubble scrap metal. But with each day, each run of more metal added to this apparent ‘nest’, Deepspace’s target in the adjoining building was slowly being built a defensive structure unwittingly.

He’d tried a few things to coax the thing to move; Place cubes on another building? Nope. Taken right back to square one. Pick up the nest once the insecticon had left and move it to the same ‘fuel roof’ as a hint? Nope. A new nest was being made. This would be comical if it wasn’t a really good payout for a headshot. 

Maybe he could make a deal.

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[macaddams]

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     He doesn’t know why he expected anything but a depressingly honest response from the dejected bug. Blurr shifts his weight with a rattle of the glass on his tray, optics flickering elsewhere. Guilt for asking the question in the first place affects him in swathes --- more so due to the intention of it being to give him an excuse to throw the loiterer out.

“...Right,” with some resignation, Blurr lowers a drink onto the table, nudging it towards fidgeting talons. “Well, here --- on the house. You’re as much a part of the Maccadam’s family as anyone else.”

[healiinghands]

             "Just what we needed... more beastformers.”

@damagedstinger // starter call !!

[gentlexwind]

@damagedstinger

That was..... a big bug. A big, green, pretty bug. Were they like Carrier's dinobot friends? They had to be, if they was on the island. Perking from where she sat and forgetting flower held in blunt claws Elan's expression breaks into a shy smile as the insecticon's optics settle on multi-hued frame.

'Hallo.'

[musicniinja]

‘ no fair. ‘

“ Hey—I’m just sayin’. Your combat skills need to be a bit quicker, mech. ”

[iincandcscence-a-blog]

@damagedstinger  ;;  ❤’d.

     🔥  ;;  »»  ❛  Hey, I remember you!  Hopefully you’ll recognize me by frame?  ❜