#g1 verse

[universal-huntsman]

(touch meme) Those lovely claws are so beautiful! Allen must have a better look. He takes the Sweep's claws in his own and examines them.

The sweep's most prominent and deadly weapons, those vicious claws. Always kept razor sharp and ready for attacks, they are to be admired, feared, and respected. Their pink tips, while stylish and considered 'silly' by some, are a subtle reminder of their use. Gutting their prey. These claws have killed many bots, and can easily slice through thick armor plating like paper.

Sweepy's claws were a vibrant pink and looked as if he had applied a new fresh finish to them. If the other wasn't careful while handling the claws, he might accidentally cut himself because of the edge.

"Impressive, aren't they? I just had them sharpened"

[metallightningbug]

@forgottenbodyandmemories

There were thus far exactly two things Shrapnel liked about Rumble, his general chaotic energy and the fact that the cassette was shorter than him. That was generally also the extent of what the Insecticon knew about him, given that they had rarely interacted.

Currently they were both stuck sitting around, waiting for the signal to do their part in executing another one of Megatron's plans. He couldn't deny that thunderstorms and earthquakes sounded like a fun combination, however the exact purpose of this little cooperation was a mystery to him. Maybe Shrapnel would have managed to understand the plan if he had paid a little more attention... In the end it didn't matter as long as he was getting his promised reward.

[doctor-pharma]

19. “It's nothing, really.”

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sɪᴄᴋɪᴇ ʟʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʀᴇᴛᴀᴋᴇʀ

"I have heard that same lie from mechs less obviously ill than yourself." he said disapprovingly. "I didn't believe it then and I don't believe it now."

It truly was remarkable sometimes how many bots would try to play off injuries or sicknesses as 'nothing'. Pharma had never understood why anyone would do that. What did they hope to gain from denying that they were unwell?

"Shouldn't our second in command be more responsible than this? You are setting a terrible example." His wings stood perked up in slight agitation as he scolded Prowl. SIC or not, when it came to matters of health medics were the highest authority.

[helicrazy]

{ apathetic-until-distracted } 🍆? We have yet to make them interact, but I'm curious!

@apathetic-until-distracted

Dead End groans as he awakens from his recharge. Generally, his body always feels stiff like an offlined body, yet this time around it felt... fulfilled? In such a way that he experienced the most intense overload of his life. Except his vague processor is having a difficult time trying to recall who he was with and what exactly happened. He can only wait till his systems are online and sit tight. 

Ah. That’s right. The Porsche remembers being on a sofa. He can detect the soft cushion on his back plating. Where ever he is, it’s comfortable and only slightly better than being on the cold floor in the Nemesis. 

The Stunticon’s legs and arms extend to stretch out his joints. Then gets a little surprise from each servo grazing against something on the couch. His left brushes what feels like a rectangular stick, which he discovers right away is a device used for smoking substances. It would explain why his memories were a little fuzzy. Dealing with the aftermath of being high and all. 

His right servo feels cables, two of them, and it didn’t take a genius to know that he was currently connected to someone. Feeling his cord plugged into whoever’s port and theirs into his. With the gestalt bond so quiet he can only assume that it was not a Stunticon beside him.

Dead End’s visor finally flickers online and the first thing he sees is a video playing on a screen in front of him. That quickly distracts him from scanning around the room once noticing that it was no normal movie. It’s a snuff film. Upon observing he spots a familiar grey and teal-looking helicopter appearing on the screen, pressing a sword against a tied-up mech’s spark casing. Suddenly he feels a mixture of pleasure and exhilaration that shoots through the cables and into his frame. Building up another charge as he hears a well-known giggle to his right.

“Oh goodie. You’re alive. I honestly thought you died there for a second.” 

The memories come flooding back to the Stunticon.

Thinking about death wasn’t enough, he wanted to actually experience it, but not in a way that could actually offline him. Primus forbid Motormaster would destroy the whole ship if he did such a stupid stunt. Thus he decided to ask someone who had the best knowledge about it. And he’ll be honest, going into Combaticon territory to talk to Vortex of all mechs seemed like a death sentence itself, but he knew the copter would be thrilled about the offer.

He’s welcomed into Vortex’s room, gets told to sit down, and watches the grey mech prepare the show. Then grabs some smoking sticks and pulls out their cable before sitting down beside the Stunticon. He’s somewhat skeptical at first but accepts the cable exchange, grabs a stick, and begins smoking while following Vortex’s instructions. 

Keep your spark pulse low. Shut off all systems one by one to ensure he didn’t cause a complete shutdown. Be free of any thoughts and simply let his processor feel like it was floating in the skies. His vision was to stay on the screen. Watching back-to-back deaths of mechs sparks or the lights in their optics fade out. 

Vortex did the rest of sending pulses of demise and pain over the cable. Having been in the war much longer than Dead End has, he’s clearly come up against death more often. So he knows exactly what it feels like and gives it all to the Stunticon. 

And it was beautiful. 

Enough so that he ended up passing out after having the roughest overload he has ever felt. 

Did he... really just do that? Did he just get off of the feeling of dying or was that all the Combaticons doing? 

“So, you want another go?”

Dead End peers over to the grey mech. His processor is swimming with responses to give them but he can’t spit any out. Instead, he sends a hint of acceptance over the cable. 

Frag it. 

He does. 

[universal-huntsman]

Cyclonus stood within Galvatron's throne room by himself. He'd been placed under house arrest, or planet arrest after the Torkulon incident. Right now, Galvatron was out on a mission with a few other Decepticons, making the room too quiet. If only someone was here to talk to, even if it was a lowly soldier.

With the Decepticons out on a mission, the place was left eerily quiet, seeming almost like a ghost town without the distant arguing, screaming, and occasional infighting of the other Decepticons. It was like an entirely different place. Every little noise around Cyclonus could be heard with clarity, the settling of the base, the light humming of machinery, and approaching pedesteps.

The steps seemed heavy and they drew louder and louder until they stopped abruptly at the door. When the door opened, a familiar winged silhouette would greet the others' optics as he entered the room, the door closing behind him. It was Scourge. He had come to visit Cyclonus now that Galvatron was gone, a wise move on his part since Galvatron was still angry. It would also be the first time they had a chance to talk since 'the incident' occurred.

"I take it Galvatron gave you quite the lecture. He didn't seem too happy about your- idea."

[universal-huntsman]

Do you prefer cyclonus to have eyebrows or eyeshadow?

"The eyeshadow look is much prettier~"

[universal-huntsman]

✨️ (gonna glitter the sweep)

The sweep has been thoroughly ✨️Glittered✨️ he was not expecting to be suddenly ✨️Glittered✨️ by the young prime, but there he was all sparkly and pretty! Was this some kind of punishment for somehow entering the autobots base again? If so it was an odd way to go about it, but he supposed this was better than the alternative.

"I can-- explain?"

He was very confused

[universal-huntsman]

He thinks Unicron is pretty~