#le impazienza

[rebellious-analyst-blog]

WHY HOT RAGE?

DISCLAIMER: I, Maggie Madsen, was half asleep when I decided to name a ship on my dash. I do not regret it and I will stand by HOT RAGE as a ship name until I take my last dying breath.

     HOT rod + miRAGE = HOT RAGE.

     But also !! You hear the phrase, if you can call it a phrase, ‘Hot Rage’ and you’re expecting some fiery, violent ship, with maybe a little kink thrown in for good measure. Probably a lot of kink, gonna be real with you. 

     BUT INSTEAD YOUR HEART IS ASSAULTED BY FLUFF. There they are: two foreign babies, just whispering cute pet names and phrases in Italian and French to one another. They’re so precious and sweet. 

     I mean has everyone seen these two? They’re all over my dash being cuties, and I cannot deal with it. I think I’m going to go into a coma from how sweet these two babies are. I think I need a Decepticon to come and try to murder me so I can think straight after witnessing the fluffiest fluff to have ever fluffed. 

[thenestbrat-blog]

@le-impazienza

[stern-enforcer]

❛❛ I’m sorry. I should have asked first, just… it reminded me of you. ❜❜

Sad and Soft  {Sentence Starters}

          No one merely gave things to Prowl without wanting something in return, which had led the (ex-)Enforcer to simply denying any attempt && moving on with life. A stern look && returning the item to the giver usually did the trick, but sometimes--just sometimes--a mech was too quick for him. Like in this very moment, sitting at the controls of the ship with a crystal sphere held in servos.

          Yet it wasn’t just that which kept the mech silent && still, but the sphere’s design itself. Clear && sparkling, with crimson glyphs etched across the surface--elegant && charming, && so very familiar. He felt his spark constricting in its chamber, rereading the markings over && over again while coolant gathered in his optics. 

          ❛protect && serve, for the greater good of Petrex❜ — among the glyphs, written in ancient Cybertronian, a common dialect within Petrex. He hadn’t seen one of these since the exodus, when he had to leave behind the one that Petrex government had given him upon his placement in Petrex’s law enforcement.

          His thumb brushed over the smooth surface, doorwings slowly drooping from their high, professional position. He tore his gaze from the gift && focused on the spy, but kept stroking the sphere--a reminder of where he’d come from, the city that built him as he was. “Where did you... find this? How did you find this?”

          He turned his helm, clearing his vocaliser quietly. “Pardon--you don’t need to answer that. Thank you, Mirage, I will... treasure it.” && he would, the last bit of his home that he had && would ever have.

[sxnnydisposition]

"Sei il sole della mia vita."

     “No.”

[rebellious-analyst-blog]

“Sorry, were you sleeping?”

     “I wasn’t sleeping.” She had totally been snuggled into her seat with her feet propped up on a workstation that didn’t belong to her, waiting patiently for the newest message to decode through the program she and Glen had put together. She’d just closed her eyes for a minute, resting them after spending far too long staring at her computer screen. And… yeah, she’d fallen asleep before being rudely awaken by a klutzy moment from the impatient Autobot.

     She sat up straight immediately and dropped her feet to the floor before spinning in the chair to face Dino. She cleared her throat a few times and folded her hands on her lap, trying to look as attentive as possible.

     “Can I help you with something? Or I don’t know, call Ratchet to give you a look over? You did just totally eat it–you’re OK, right?”

[never-is-here-blog]

                              “You are BARELY an AUTOBOT. A spy, an INSIGNIFICANT child, PLAYING at WAR. You hold no information on where HE is. So TELL ME, why shouldn’t I ALLOW these organics to TEAR you limb from limb?”