#nocte-venator

[twcwheelera]

     ✾    ─   ❝ Enough to say... if being hot is a crime, arrest me... or yourself.❞  || @nocte-venator​ continued x

[alacritysparked]

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send me “!” for my muse to tell yours what they really think of them.

in another life, we might have been best friends.

...But there’s no reason we can’t start now.

[autobot-scout-riella]

quiet me

Drabble Meme | Accepting

Leave a “Quiet Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to calm yours down [be it from crying, from lashing out, feel free to specify.]

She knows what Barricade is, of course. She's known since the night he tried to rip her throat out. But most of the time she tries not to think about it. When he looks like any other mech--for the most part, anyway--it's easy enough to ignore that part of him.

When he doesn't...

She's not sure she's ever seen him feeding--not on anyone but her, at least. She's always tried to tell herself at least he's probably civilized about it, as much as he can be. He's not that kind of monster, after all.

Except when he is.

She doesn't recognize the mech sprawled on the ground--all she can tell is that despite the energon splattered everywhere, he's alive. She's not sure if that's a good thing for him or not, considering the figure crouching over him.

It has to be Barricade, but...it's not Barricade. Not the one she knows. This one is all snarls and teeth and energon, so much energon, dripping down his jaws and smeared across his plating.

And the moment she steps into the dim alley, he--it--sees her.

Purple optics lock onto her movement, and a growl reverberates from the creature's throat as its entire upper body snaps toward her in one movement like an angry cyber-cat. Barricade doesn't quite straighten up, shoulders hunched in a predatory crouch more animal than Cybertronian as he moves. For a second, she hopes he's edging off to the side because he wants to stay away from her--but it becomes very clear, too quickly, that it's not avoidance.

He's stalking her, circling, trying to cut her off from any escape, and in this narrow alley, it won't be hard.

"Easy, Barricade." Can he hear her? If he can, he's not listening. Energon mixed with oral fluids drips onto the ground in front of him, hanging from his jaws in strands. "Easy. It's me. It's Riella."

The monster only responds with a deep, throaty snarl and a quick step forward. Riella flinches back instinctively, one hand coming up defensively in front of her.

"Barricade, it's me."

He pauses for a second, and for a moment, she thinks maybe she's gotten through to him. "It's me," she coaxes, slowly extending her hand to him. They'll deal with the mech he just mauled later. "Snap out of it, Barricade. It's Riella."

He shuffles forward, and for a second, Riella allows herself to hope--

--and then he lunges, so fast his claws rake her arm to the strut even as she leaps back with a startled, pained yelp. "Stop! It's me--"

He can't hear her. She's going to die if he reaches her.

She scrambles backward, clutching her wounded arm to her chest in a futile attempt to stop the bleeding, and locks optics with the creature looming toward her, hoping against hope that she can buy herself enough time to stay out of his reach. "Don't. Don't. Barricade, listen to me, don't--"

The instant she gets her balance back, she spins on her heel and bolts, out of the alley, across the street, and toward the nearest construction site, hoping to lose the monster in the scaffolding. Monsters can't climb, right? ...Right?

She yanks herself up into the network of exposed struts just in time to hear Barricade's jaws snap shut a terrifying few inches away, and before she can consciously process the thought get higher, get higher, she's fifty feet up the scaffolding. Ignoring the searing pain, she hooks her injured arm around the nearest handhold, hoping it'll be enough to keep her in place, and grabs a knife tightly in her free hand. If he wants to badly enough, he can still get to her, and he has a lot of motivation.

But instead of scaling the framework after her, the monster stares up at her for a painfully long moment, turns around, and lopes off into the darkness, vanishing before she can even process what's happened.

It's nearly a full three minutes before Riella allows herself to vent again, finally convinced he isn't about to materialize out of the shadows and shred her before he can climb higher. That doesn't mean, of course, that he's not waiting just out of sight--waiting for her to drop her guard and come down. It's what any smart predator would do, and he is both.

She doesn't move from her perch even when emergency vehicles arrive at the alley a few moments later. Barricade's original prey must have called for help. The monster must be gone, probably in search of easier prey, because there's no sound of screaming or weapons fire. Still, she waits.

If she climbs down now, there will be questions--did she see the attacker? How was her arm injured? Can she give a description?--that she doesn't want to answer. She should, she knows that. But against all logic, she likes Barricade, and if she tells anyone what she knows, there'll be a mob after him. No one is dead--she sees the injured mech carried off on a stretcher, and overhears one of the medics reassuring another that they'd gotten to him in time and he'll be fine.

She feels a little guilty, but she stays in the scaffolding until all the lights have faded into the distance and the streets are silent again. When she's sure no one is around, she works her way down, limbs stiff and torn arm aching, and limps home.

Barricade is going to have some explaining to do the next time she sees him.

[theyoungerwitwicky]

@nocte-venator (continuing here)

“Oh, I think you could. You’re the guy that nearly ran my brother over that time, aren’t you? Screaming about his eBay page or something.”

[nitrodouche-blog]

@nocte-venator Casually, Nitro’s optic scans the taser on the small Decepticon’s arm, reading out components and wattage and its potential shock. The findings make him giggle. "Does that little thing actually do anything? Or does it just tickle~?”

[incarnes-archived-blog]

@nocte-venator  ❤ ‘d

ANOTHER SIGNAL, another day. The field was nothing short of messy following the recent BATTLE. She decided she would fly tonight on PATROL. Nobody liked that she left, but it was necessary -- especially now that Ratchet was gone.

Too many bots were falling from the STARS; autobots returning to Cybertron in order to aid their PRIME. Some crashes were fatal, and seldom harbored a ‘transformer’ in pique condition. THIS, was where Carnelian came in; a doctor to mend the WEAK.

DISTANCE was easy to cover from the sky. The TROUBLE was discerning an accurate location from all the ruins.

She wasn’t careful enough. She should have THOUGHT that a life-signal could also belong to one of the FEW Decepticons remaining on Earth.

[scornfulweapon]

+nocte-venator

nocte-venator started following you

Scorn knew this one. Atleast, he thought he did. Red and white flashing lights, black and white paint job.....Wasnt any of the mechs he knew. Any mechs he didnt immedieatly recognize was a threat.

His throat heated, glowing a sickly orange as fire built up in his gut. Give him one reason, mech.

[warriordiscipline]

// drift arguing with cade about donuts

“Wow, look at that jelly donut.”

“... Actually, that’s an onigiri.”

“Actually, you’re wrong, it’s a donut.”

“... No it’s not.”

“Yeah it is.”

“I know for a fact that that ball of rice is an onigiri.”

“No it’s a delicious jelly donut.”

“WHAT even gives you that idea?”

“Because I know, trust me.”

“You know NOTHING.”

“I know that it’s a jelly donut.”

“IS THIS YOUR ATTEMPT AT A JOKE OR ARE YOU REALLY SO STUPID.”