#decepticonsteeltrap

[predakingrising]

"I am glad that to have met you."

Send “I’m glad I met you”  for my muse’s reaction

Predaking grins at the seeker, still hidden... Somewhere in his mane. “The feeling is mutual. Now quit hiding. Chromia demanded we both be presentable for tonight- hiding in my mane will not stop me from scruffing you and bathing you if I have to.”

[princeofcybertron-blog]

decepticonsteeltrap replied to your post: Tonight seems like a good night to make copious...

Steeltrap is absolutely NOT standing in the doorframe and drooling at all the goodies, knees almost going weak.

Humming a jaunty little tune, Starscream piles a selection of treats onto a square plate and leaves it in a prominent place, close to the door. He doesn’t outwardly acknowledge the other seeker’s presence, and immediately goes back to his work, but there’s a hint of a smile on his lips as he does so.

[photobombingcryptid]

((Apollo, Fides and Invidia for the Greek gods asks))

Apollo: How do they feel about poetry and music?

He has a massive playlist of music he plays on his travels and as background noise. It shouldn't be a surprise that he always sticks to like five favourite songs he plays on the loop.

Because of this, he's learned the lyrics by the spark and may sing them from time to time. He has an above average singing voice but catching him in the act is another story.

He is shy about his singing, alright?

Poetry - it depends. He likes freestyle poetry that doesn't rhyme and is fairly simple. Those with several meanings fly over his helm.

Fides: How loyal are they? What do you have to do to earn or lose their loyalty?

That is a good question.

He can come off as pretty shallow and uncaring for others and keeps his distance - due to certain reasons, he's extending it even further. He needs time, a lot of bonding time, sharing hobbies... Fairly normal stuff.

So once you finally become his closer friend, you can expect he will be there for you, in his own very strange, unique way. He can be quite blunt and detached, as if you were giving someone a pat on the shoulder with a broom. But he means well, he really does, he just has no idea how to show support.

Invidia: Who/What are they envious of?

Already been answered!

[photobombingcryptid]

♠️

Send a ♠️ and my muse will have to share a bad memory from their past.

One revolver. Six bullets. Ten of them.

One mech.

Three hours in a brutal shootout, all because of a deeply rooted conflict between two gangs. For once in his life, he had picked up a side, now stuck on the losing team - one that was very dead. Past him was strangling him; what were you thinking about helping them?! Should have left them to deal with it on their own! Should have left!

Nine.

A sole survivor in the sea of fallen comrades, energon splashed under his pedes whenever he had an opening to switch covers. His guns that were deeply wired and mounted to his forearm had long since flamed out, useless against the brutes closing in, trying to flank him. That one revolver stood no chance against them trying to eliminate the last vermin of the gang.

Eight.

He never belonged to them, anyway. It didn't matter to the enemies. He'd helped them.

Seven.

He would satisfy their bloodlust.

Six.

Except, he made them work hard for it. Fast, agile, cunning - the mech's potential of a fighter- no a survivor - tested their patience. He was on the brink of fleeing them.

Five.

A vessel. It flew overhead, hovering inches off the ground - a getaway spaceship.

Four.

No bullets left in the revolver and only mad dash to get to his ship. The remaining four focused fire on the spaceship's wings, grounding it, smoke pouring from burst fuel lines. Such damage set him back months. Months he may never catch up on.

Optics finally unglue themselves from the damage his flying home had to suffer. Death's at the doorstep with the four mobster, armed to teeth with weaponry surrounding him.

He stared at the empty revolver, the smoking ship and then at his enemies.

He didn't need guns to deal with these pests.

Motivation was a dangerous fuel.

[photobombingcryptid]

decepticonsteeltrap replied to your post: In hindsight

Steel is just watching from afar, face-palming.

Hi there, you’re about to watch me make horrible mistakes

[venenataa-a-blog]

@decepticonsteeltrap \\ cont. [x]

There’s mirth radiating off him at her reaction. Truth is he has always had a soft spot for smaller mecha.

“You barely reach to my mid-section. ‘Tiny’ is a rather fitting description.”

Oh, now she’s pouting. “Maybe you’re just too big, did you ever consider that?”

[venenataa-a-blog]

"You are so tiny."

Send “You’re so tiny” for my muses reaction.  

There’s an irritated wing flick, complete with a huff and narrowed optics from the little femme. “I am not.”