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[steelandslobber]

To trust a Cybertronian again...

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Lockdown gently pushed his Alpha back “Easy girl I don’t think think one is posing much of a threat you can calm down now” he murmured petting the fluffed mane gently as he stepped forwards careful not to shine the bright light in the mecha’s optics. 

This one was sure different looking almost old if he could put a term to the look of the feline before him. Maybe food would lure it into complying a bit so that he could take a look at the injured leg held up in pain. Reaching into his subspace he pulled out a small simple energon goodie he fed the Steeljaws. Taking two he held one out to his Alpha allowing her to gobble it down showing it was not poisoned. The other he placed on his flat servo and offered it slowly to the feline mecha hoping it would show that he meant no harm.

[forgottenhide-archive-blog]

thank you all who commisioned me! (I will get to them this week i swear!) my new tablet came in so i decided to finish a LONG wip. this is Agmela ‘Shadow’ ( @praeteritcs) in her Cybertronian Alt mode. Standing at 6′ at the shoulder shadow is pretty tiny compared to others. 

[first-born-prime-a]

For praeteritcs

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Prima blinks in alarm at the sight of the Sparkeater. He takes a few cautious steps back, wary of their presence. In his many travels the Sparkeaters that he has come across have been violent and unpredictable.

But perhaps...there is always a chance for things to be different.

“Greetings, my name is Prima, who might you be?”

[untamedheart]

@praeteritcs liked for a starter 

Work in the shop had been slow today. The beat up green Honda she’d just finished replacing the cylinders in sat outside on the street, the sun making its dull paint job a little brighter. 

Mikaela sighed and put down the phone. The owner couldn’t pick it up until 5pm, and it was only 11:30. There was only so much tidying she could do before she would start to pull her hair out from boredom. 

She decided to go to the coffee shop just across the street for her daily fix of straight caffeine. She slid the heavy door of the shop shut, kicking it with her boot for good measure. The keys jangled as she locked the door and then shoved them into the back pocket of her worn shorts. 

She’d just started walking when she heard the door of the auto shop scrape open. She reached for the pepper spray she always kept in her jacket and peeked around the open door. 

“Who’s there? Show yourself!”