#swordbearing

[defectiicon]

@swordbearing

Sparkplug gave Deadlock a dubious look when he ordered a spar; maybe he’d forgotten but she was small and really not cut out for close fighting. She was pretty sure she’d informed him of that in their first meeting.

She remembered it, anyway.

“You want me to spar with you?” she asked finally, gesturing to herself slightly. “I’m not really a challenge.”

[vollucer-blog]

@swordbearing | Continued from X.

❝From your perspective, yes, I...❞ Was dead. Wing’s words had trailed off as he watched Drift. What was he supposed to say? What was he supposed to do in response to that single line spoken between them?

❝I was dead to everyone, I was even given a proper burial. It was... A long time, but my spark- it just- maybe this is best saved for another time.❞

Slow, steady steps were taken towards the familiar swordsmech in front of him. Wing’s own EMF reached out to Drift; perhaps to comfort him or maybe it was to give reassurance that he was truly there. The distance between the two was shortened greatly, to the point where if he just stretched out his arm, he could just -

He couldn’t. Not now. A hesitant servo had begun to absentmindedly reach up to place itself on Drift’s shoulder, yet was caught in the act before it could make any contact. Instead, Wing crossed his arms over his chassis.

❝What matters now is that I’m here and I’m not leaving again for a long time.❞ Optics dimmed for a moment, if only for a split second. Was that a soft chuckle? ❝Not if I can help it.❞

[scundwavd]

                damn it  .  he let himself get caught  .  how could he be so SLOPPY  ⁇  now he was stuck in a jail cell  ,  st least until lazerbeak got the word of his capture to his leader  ,  then again his attempt at a jail could fail  ,  too  .  there were all kinds of possibilities  .  yet  ,  while he sit  ,  quiet and motionless  ,  he putting plans together  ,  cogs grinding as he devised several plans  .  it would be FOOLISH not have more than one  .  the sound of metallic footsteps took his attention and he looked up to see an ex-con  ,  squinting behind his visor  . 

                                ❛  what do you want  ,  autobot  ⁇  ❜

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[iincandcscence-a-blog]

      “ not cool.  i had him. ”  | “ the ones with swords are mine, remember? ”

                      drift of rodion  &  rodimus of nyon from transformers:  mtmte / ll.                                                 written & loved by caden and tristan.

[alacritysparked]

"tell me"

Leave a “Tell Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character confessing something to yours.

This was it. This was the day he gathered his courage and told Drift everything before he couldn’t anymore. Raising a servo to his face, he watched as it flickered in and out of view. He’d been spontaneously disappearing for months, back and forth between realities and he never knew how much he missed on the Lost Light.

So might as well get the confession in and go to the Crystal City, right? Venting harshly through parts that didn’t work or just weren’t there, he walked through the corner of Drift’s quarters--

And immediately saw another bot.

Frozen, Bumblebee’s optics were locked Drift and Rodimus. He couldn’t quite make out the words, the two were conversing quietly. Privately. He shouldn’t be here, he should go back through the wall.

But he saw it. He saw that fleeting little kiss and felt what was left of his spark shatter. Then, it was dark. Broken spires and trashed streets, debris suspended in the air as the omnipresent storm grew overhead. Not a storm, a black hole. A singularity. Walking across chipped metal, past unreadable street signs and shattered glass. It’s ending, it’s crumbling, they’re dying dying dying

“Bee?”

Reality.

Lost Light.

“Sorry, I think I...you know. What were we talking about?”

“You had something to say?”

Bumblebee blinked, looking up at Drift’s concerned fascia. Even if Drift wanted another, the mech still cared for now. And when he stopped, then Bee could leave. It would be ok for him.

“I...want to go to the Crystal City, to save it and me.”

Drift smiled, bright and amazing. Yes, this would be ok for now.

[sixmillionyears]

@swordbearing

      "Drift, you are so smart and cool and such a good friend.”

[toropyga]

@swordbearing

“ Once I get my new optics, do you know how pharmacy? ” He’s trying not to snicker. Help him.

[aranea-mechanica]

tell me something naughty + swordbearing 👀

send “tell me something naughty + (chara or url)” for my thoughts on how our muses might interface

(( ok but like. i thought of the setup for this a while back for someone who’s not rping anymore, and it would TOTALLY work with this, just listen to this. what if. WHAT IF. what if they actually already fragged.

so this is pre-war, drift is in the streets living day to day. mesothulas is still in academy doing research in official labs with other mecha, trying to work his way up in the ranks. his lab is running experiments that they need to recruit mecha for, and they post signs everywhere saying basically “sign up for this experiment and we’ll give u $$$” which is something that’s actually legal.

so drift needs the money and he participates in the experiment. and mesothulas, who’s the most impulsive mech in the world and who has just come off a real bad breakup, sees this strung-out but really attractive mech walk in and out of his lab. and he’s like. i want to frag him. and he just... goes for it.

so mesothulas chats drift up for a while, procures some drugs (ones he figured out drift did based on his test results), and manages to persuade drift to just have some not-so-good-and-clean fun with him. aaand then they have a wild night together that neither of them can remember.