#lemons-pens

[viciousbite]

🕜 for mega trucker and fleta z . . . OR ANYONE ELSE!

Send 🕜 for our muses to fall asleep in the same bed after they got drunk! // @lemons-pens

He should have known not to consume unknown fuels, and especially NOT share them with others. But, sharing is caring. Yes, that's right. He shared with his friends, and Mega Trucker's his friend. A little dumb, thought lovingly, but, he's entertaining. They had fun. They danced together, chatted and shared fuel-- Yes the fuel.

His processors, a little cloudy, he remembered sitting down on the berth. Remembered helping Mega Trucker on it too, a second ago. Like ten minutes ago. Now he's here, next to him, arm draped over his frame. He's helping him, so he doesn't fall off the berth. That's all...

No, Fleta Z loved to cuddle. He had so much love to give. To friends, or less, or more. There's a small murmur of a 'Sleep well' from Fleta Z as he lightly squeezed the orange frame besides him to pull him snug against him. Yes, perfect. . . And his optics flickered into darkness.

[cybertr0nian]

⠀ '' prowl, bossman . are you okay there ? saw everything -- wanted to check in on ya, ya know ? '' 💧 .

⠀

He wasn't expecting a visit from Jazz today, his optic spare a glance at his schedule...wait, he said he was checking in on him? Suppose that made sense, completely unnecessary however.

Still he stood and opened the door for Jazz, one of the few that didn't 'piss off' Prowl " I'm fine, but thank you for checking in on me Jazz. It's nothing serious, I apologize for wasting your time."

[incendiius]

⠀ you look like you don't do your work . or turn it in on time . ( my magster . . . )

⠀

"Hey now, I do do my work. At my own pace. It's not my fault you give me deadlines."

[datashrike]

@lemons-pens has logged on...

Datashrike knew something was wrong the moment the device began to BURN. It wasn't just hot, it went blinding white in their grip within seconds, scorching fingers and forcing them to drop it. Through pain and light, they saw almost nothing save for the vortex of energy and a faint, delirious warping of reality in the glider periphery.

Then they saw nothing at all.

At first Datashrike through perhaps their optics had fried. A terrifying idea on itself, but then color began to intrude on the edges of their recovering vision. Their fingers still felt as if they were bathed in lava, but the agony was no longer so...persistent. Same with the sting in their sensors.

But this was not where they'd been just moments before. And worse? The device at their feet was nothing more than a pile of blackened slag. The Decepticon's sensors, what they could detect, also registered nothing familiar. Yet the shape in the distance was one of strange familiarity...

[forgedinthegoldenlight]

♪〰〰Start Here〰〰♪

lıllılı"Really, you think you can handle these? I mean, I never saw you have any before..."lıllılı

@lemons-pens

[death-is-upon-you]

@lemons-pens continuing from here:

The Warlord begins to feel angry. Heavy Iron seems quite stubborn. He's difficult to convince. Megatron thinks for a moment. He needs not only to return to his home planet, but he also wants to teach a lesson to those Metal Cardbots who dared to cross his path. And Heavy Iron would truly be a great addition to the Decepticon cause.

After thinking about it for a good moment, he had an idea.

"I see. It seems you really don't care about the others, even after one of them left a scar on your helm. And you're not interested in the Decepticon cause either. It's a shame."

He lets out a quiet "heh!".

"You know, if you accepted my generous offer, I would help you return to your home planet. But it seems you're not interested..."

He turns his back to leave, but walks slowly, as if giving Heavy Iron a chance to think about what he just said.

[spark-took-flight]

►

for brainstorm from percyy! ' i'm requesting for your personal formulas for the mixture of how you make . . . whatever you make . '

Send my character a ► and a command. They must obey.

Perceptor... Wanted his personal formulas? Oh, this was a happy day! Finally, his genius was being recognized!

With fluttering wings, Brainstorm began to pull out datapad after datapad. "Which one? I've got my glitter bomb glue mixture, my lubricant mixture, my other lubricant mixture- can't confuse those-, my mixture for my new flash bombs, my mixture for..."

He could keep going. For a long time.

[cybertr0nian]

@lemons-pens continued x

Pharma's optics narrowed the moment Tarn raised his voice at him, he wasn't a child so he wasn't going to scold him like one...but he was going to make it known that he did not put up with any kind of attitude. It took everything in the medic not to drag his claws down Tarns chassis, instead he pulled his servo back.

" Really? It's not loud? I can hear it from across the room, that...music you listen to never fails to give me a processor-ache. Lower it, even better turn it off...I'm surprised your audials haven't combusted." he scuffed.

Ruby optics locked onto Tarns, narrowing for a moment....what exactly happened to that defiant attitude of his? First he raises his voice at him and frowns, and now he was shying away?

" Don't be so pathetic Tarn, you're a large mech and a dangerous one at that....stop acting like you're some damsel in distress because if you're interested I'll gladly give you some....modifications to make you weaker in body as you are in mind. You're lucky I've agreed to assist you....otherwise I would have dissected you a long time ago."

Not like Pharma had a choice... He had to stick with Tarn, it was one of the things keeping him alive and far away from Ratchet and the other Autobots who'd surely kill him if they found out he was working with a Decepticon.