#shadowed ones

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“(ʃƪ ˘ ³˘)” Scourge

The miniformer grabbed the hunter’s clawed hand and gently placed a kiss on his forearm. A soft pat on his arm and a smile before she skittered away. As he pondered the little guns actions another hand caught onto his beard and tenderly tugged him down in a smooth motion, a fiery kiss placed onto his lips, lingering a bit before kissing his beard. Then the hands slipped away as the organic woman sauntered in the opposite direction only pausing to glance over her shoulder mischievously at him.

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🔐

The woman threw her glass at the shadow, barely missing the newcomers head. “Another one of ye?” She sighed. “Been a while since I had such nosey guests. Well. what ever. I am the last person to learn my father’s craft- although I have not mastered it before he passed. I still work to improve his designs and patterns. Even though I have forged my own style, I turn to the familiarity of his designs when I am troubled. It acts as a rebirthing rite for me. Each time I break, I will forge his designs and myself to a stronger version.” She drawled a bit drunkenly. Giving the shadow a glare, "well get on with ye. Ye ain’t talking back. Leave.” she grumbled.

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🔐

Green optics stared up at the shadowed form. “I’ll tell you one, shadow. And only one. I am one of 5 guns crafted. Two of us were considered flawed upon creation…. because our protoforms lacked arms. We were given redundant names as a result, they did not have high hopes of our performance rates. I am one of the two… my brother in arms was named Banal… I read that he passed due to His Vitality shots “the mini said optics dimming.

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🔐

The organic gazed contemplatively at the greyed stranger in the shadows, eyes narrowed a bit. “A secret huh? Two can keep a secret stalker, if one of us is dead.” She shifted before sighing, “I have walked the streets of many towns, cities, and even the halls of ships… I long to belong somewhere, where this” she motioned to her form’ “Can be accepted… but I know it is not possible. I have always known it to be that way. I hide it and burry it. You see shadow- they- the public believe you are a monster without getting to know you. You are different. An outsider. A freak. They believe that the explosions that took my limbs messed with my head.” She stood and stalked closer to the stranger in her abode. “That the explosions drove me insane. But it wasn’t them. Those kisses of smoke and ash. It was their eyes. Their words falling off of wicked tongues. Hushed and shouted. Their obvious repulsion. I loathe it. I toughened my skin with fires and metal.” Her teeth baring at the stranger, lips starting to twitch. “So. I give them something to gap at. On my own terms.” A hand reached out to grab the shadows neck but it vanished. “Remember little stalker” eyes glinting murderously, “Two can keep a secret. Only if the other is dead~”

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(ʃƪ ˘ ³˘) + Tettares

The mini gently grabbed her master’s hands and nuzzled them softly before pulling the lavender haired child a little closer. She placed a soft kiss on her scarred cheek and hugged her close. A soft smile and a gentle brush of her servos on her masters cheek before she stepped back. A different metal hand patted the mini’s helm before taking her place before the child. The green haired woman kneeled to the child a playful smile upon her lips. Pulling her into a bear hug, the organic placed a small kiss upon the bridge of her nose before resting their foreheads together in silence. Afterwards she gently lifted the child’s foot and placed a soft kiss upon the top of her foot. A quiet murmur, a blessing perhaps for her little Queen to walk where her fires lead her. Then the woman stood, a lingering touch of the child’s hair before she turned to return to the shadows, leaving the gunformer beside her.

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(ʃƪ ˘ ³˘) & galvatron

The massive cannonformer felt the strange and unusual sensation of a tiny form attempting to climb up his arm. Out of a quiet curiosity, the giant waited to see what the mini was up to. Finally he saw the tiny helm of the gunformer, the little guardian of his mates spawn. She struggled to walk on his sloped chest and gave him a small smile. She pushed onto the tips of her toes and placed a tiny kiss onto his crown. He blinked at the unusual action as the tiny weaponformer started to put her weight back down. The fluidity of the motion lost as she lost her standing on his polished surface, he caught a glimpse of her surprised optics and an indignant squeak before she fell off his chest.

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(ʃƪ ˘ ³˘) + Cyclonus

Metal fingers reached up and hooked onto the hole on his left cheek, gently tugging him down in a playful way. Green eyes met his crimson in a mischievous manner for a brief moment before she planted a kiss on the inverted triangle upon his helm. A quiet giggle left the woman’s lips as she pushed him down a little more before stalking away in her confident saunter. As the warrior began to rise again, slender finger gently hooked him back down, lower. Three optics curved up in happiness and placed a kiss on each area near his optics since he lacked any sense of eyelids. A small nuzzle and then the presence of the little mini was gone. His gaze caught the retreating pedes hurrying to catch up with her organic alt. They both paused before turning back to their purple lord and bowed before disappearing around the corner, leaving the warrior to recompose himself in private.