screechingcosmos replied to your post “WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?”
mEGATRON NO
// you mean. MEGATRON YES!

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screechingcosmos replied to your post “WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?”
mEGATRON NO
// you mean. MEGATRON YES!
Here Kitty Kitty
Next person to say "Here Kitty Kitty" in my askbox owns my character leashed, gagged and blindfolded for 48 hours.
It wasn't everyday he was outwitted by the stiletto heeled jet. In fact this whole ordeal was a mistake, an accidental slip by the silent chief. A grave mistake he will rightfully correct the second he's given even the inkling of range. A shattered visor on looks in the direction he assumes the other to be perching.
His audio sensors are shot, and he's silently doing mainframe diagnostics on his current dilemma -- the blackout he currently faces thanks to the sonic disruptor within that vile 'cons hands.
Engines rev in the utmost anger as he lowers against his knees, servos struggling against the binds of his own feelers. Tendrils having become grid locked in their attempts to catch the scrawny 'con.
The air's thick with one message: Enjoy this, while it lasts.
"¬_¬" ( HOW TO EFFECTIVELY NOT SASS STARSCREAM [ Jk Jk don't hurt me. ])
Send a “¬_¬” for some bad advice from my muse!
《 ☢ 》— "Kinda’ hard to resist, what with the long list of failures.” Wheeljack smirked, pretending to count on his digits. “Ah, and would y’look at that - I ran outta fingers to count on.” He raised his hands, waving them mockingly in the air.
You broke my tag you ecchi piece of crap.
and one bunface.
Fingers fall over the small touch keys; Helm tilted backwards as he roots through each and every piece of information that had been recently transmitted to the warship. A nearly inaudible hum penetrates his sensors as Laserbeak conveys the arrival of Megatrons first lieutenant.
Elongated feelers propel form his frame, looping around some of the base stands to intercede him. They snake upwards and hover just before the other. Their message is clear. DO NOT INTERUPT.
Just because something is all you've ever known, doesn't mean that it's all there is.
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"Ah, so it's the Dorito-shaped 'Con."
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"I suppose I should be thanking you, Squeaky little bot," she trailed a nail claw upward across his breastplate to the end of his pointed chin, eyes narrowed in a smirk as her lip curled slightly at one corner of her face plate. "You do set for quite an example of Megatron's loyalties, though your own has possibly made yourself the laughing stock of the entire Decepticon army. Tell me, how is it you've managed to survive this long?"