#desparedd

[milkii-galaxii-archived]

@desparedd​ has followed you !

“ O-OI, MIKO ! I’m really not comfortable with people watching me draw !! How many times do I have to tell you ?? ” 

The 14-year-old exclaimed, slapping her hands on her sketchbook so the nosy girl wouldn’t see what she was drawing. Miko may probably have seen it, the rough sketch of Smokescreen. 

[wcrkerbee]

[ entwine ] - Miko

     When Bulkhead called for him to, Bumblebee had plucked Miko from the ground and ran.

     It’d been a standard operation into an energon mine, either to take it or to just leave with as much of the precious fuel as they could manage -- but of course, these operations never actually play out quite so standardly. Their honorary Wrecker had lost her armor to a wayward shot, and it only took one more for her body to crumple. The roar Bulkhead had released in response is not something that Bumblebee will forget anytime soon -- if ever. 

     Miko is strong, so strong, but the human body just can’t keep up with her spark.

     It pains him to leave his friend behind, but far more apparent is the belief that Bulkhead will be fine on his own. Someone needs to get Miko back to the base and Bumblebee knows he’s the one to get that done, his speed far greater than the others. Using his alt-mode would risk jostling her too much, and so he holds her to his chest, servos firm but gentle as he sprints for the forming groundbridge; hearing a shot glance the ground to the side of him, now behind him as he continues sprinting, Bumblebee curls around her even more.

     She’s shivering. For a moment, he can feel the tiny sensation of her palm clawing blindly at his plate. Bumblebee shifts one of his arms to clasp her hand, holding the tiny thing tightly in his servo -- then squeezing as much as he dares as they disappear through the swirling green.

>> word prompts

[wcrkerbee]

“That could mean literally anything. Can I buy an adjective or something?” - miko

     He regards Miko with a decidedly blank look.

     “Um, no, I don’t think you can, and I know that you know you can’t, and for all you do know I’m regaling you on the shininess of Smokescreen’s headlights right now.”

     That was quite the string of beeps. They warble and chirp, ending in a deep whirr that could only be conveying the sincerest of unamusement. It breaks as Bumblebee lifts his head to glance quickly around the empty warehouse; when he looks back to the girl, he pointlessly commands her to not ever tell anyone that he just said that.

>> vague prompt meme

[logically-memorable]

@desparedd has been detected by security!

Hm, another one they did not recognize. They felt as if the origin should be familiar, but it wasn’t, it was completely foreign and for some odd, reason, that was what frustrated Shockwave more, and not the fact that the ping had startled them into almost dropping a beaker. An illogical reaction; they’re better than this.

:: This is Shockwave of Cybertron. State your designation and faction, if you have one, and whether your call is a personal matter, business, or scientific curiosity. ::

[daringspark]

“ he’s only mostly dead. ” - dead end

“ Mostly . ” Hot Rod repeated , a grimace on his face . 

“ Ooookaaayyyyy . How did he . . . mostly die ? ”

[chcra-blog]

@desparedd || ♥ 

❝ Really now? Maybe its because nothing can get under your skin. ❞

They smirked at their shenanegains and rested their head in San's soft hood fur, shifting themself completely in his grasp. This was nice.