#ourpriime

[solisanima]

“About as tasteful as drinking at a funeral.”

[pixelgamer07]

Dash Commentary

Me: Watching @solisanima Soundwave and @ourpriime Knock Out bicker like an old married couple.

[milkii-galaxii-archived]

“ All these years, I have not seen anyone as dashing as you. ”

His optics scanned his alternate’s frame, as he hummed in approval. Instead of being startled, the former Decepticon was rather thrilled. He knew he was good-looking, but just staring at the duplicate, he was almost flattered of himself. (As if he had forgotten how attractive he was.) The other one looked fantastic in that scarlet paint job. And don’t forget, that lustrous finish! Knockout drew closer to his alternate, red optics completely fixed on the other’s.

“ My, my, ” he purred, running that servo of his over the other’s chassis, careful not to scratch it with his rather pointed digits, “ No one has been ever so stunning. I must say your choice of alt mode is excellent. ”

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[seacrestseacon]

"Mate, this ship is huge. I bet Megatron can’t even touch the ceilings here” Seacrest whistled, jogging to keep up with the herd of aquatics Blacktip was ushering along to the barracks where they could begin commandeering bunks.

Their mission was quite easy; With not one player between the Autobots or the Decepticon’s aquatic, and every energon deposit critical for victory of this world, the seacon’s would be scouting the sea floors for energon deposits to flag and aid in excavation given each and every one of them could easily stand the crushing pressure of this planets gravitational ocean. 

Blacktip handled talk with Megatron, talons gesturing at each party member for their specific skillsets like medic, sniper, communications officer and demolition, before allowed time to acclimatise ship. The current mining resources were already in use stripping known mines for energon, giving the seacons a few days to get their own gear ready for a few days at sea. Meaning, once their dumped their subspaces in their temporary habsuite, it was time to go exploring.

And Seacrest wanted to see if he could find anything cool.

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[trplchngr]

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"Blitz." Knock Out purrs out the name, easing himself into the triplechanger's lap. There's a gold pen in his servo, a smile on his features. "You should let me doll you up a bit. I think you might like how it turns out. I may even let you do it to me."

Blitzwing set his datapad aside as the smaller mech settled in his lap with a pen in his grasp. What it was for was revealed soon enough, and the triplechanger gave a smile, idly resting a servo on his leg. If Knockout did let him try it out, at least the larger mech’s servos were as steady as they came.

“I don’t see why not. No promises that you won’t end up working on a different face, though,” he chuckled before leaning close enough for Knockout to more easily reach him. “What’s the occasion?”

[captainseamech]

          "Aww how cute."

          *goes for a while*

          *gets back to check*

          ".... oh."

[of-fire-and-light]

And having now dealt with presumptuous grey creatures in his personal messages, Galvatron catches up with the rest of recent events...

The apostate Herald’s optics blaze crimson, and his right hand clenches until metal creaks like an anchor chain on the verge of snapping. He can’t intervene from here, the arcane rules of the multiverse don’t allow it; but for the record if anyone, of any timeline, faction or whatever else, should ever need help to withstand, counter or cure Unicron’s curse or corruption in any time, place or context? 

He and his wingmates and their entire damn warship and personal army are right here. 

[milkii-galaxii-archived]

Start from here !

The Elite Guard was patrolling the place, passing by Bulkhead who was instructing the Vehicons, not without great effort. It isn’t unusual that some began to rebel against them. With limited help, to restore Cybertron back to its lively form was slow. The Autobots could only waited for others to return to their home planet.

Smokescreen didn’t realize that Knockout was behind him until he felt a servo on his shoulder. What he didn’t expect the most was the kiss. He froze for a second, before he quickly pulled away. The medic could see that tinge of blue on his cheeks. Smokescreen rubbed his intake as he wore a frown.

“ H-Hey, don’t do that! That’s not funny at all! ” 

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