#usefulstowaway

[forgedprime-blog]

Guilt Issues

starter for @usefulstowaway

Optimus’ experience with humans, for the most part, had been largely positive. Still, even he’d heard of this one. Mostly from Prowl grumbling about her, Ultra Magnus praising her, and the mixed reviews from the disbanded Wreckers.

Verity Carlo. Human woman turned Wrecker, one of the few survivors of Garrus-9 and personally involved in taking down Overlord at the height of his power. She was, in a way, a living legend.

“You’ve been causing Prowl endless problems since your induction into the Wreckers,” he said. “Miss Carlo, I was wondering if we could have just a...simple talk. Without the guilt, the violence, or...everything else that’s been happening. What happened to Aequitas, Miss Carlo?”

[shiizukesaa-blog]

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67. Warm hug.

     The last time Genji had seen this particular woman, she’d been badly injured. Now she was up and about, moving like nothing was wrong. It pleased him, to know she’d pulled through her ordeal. As he approached her, he made sure to make his presence known. There was no need to sneak around at the moment, and he’d rather not start the day by scaring someone half to death.

     “Mata atta ne, Verity.” He greeted her, waiting for her to turn around before embracing her softly. The contact only lasted a moment, and soon he was giving her her space again, as composed as ever.

     “I’m pleased to see you have recovered.” 

[sixsh0t-blog]

@usefulstowaway - from here

【☆】⎡it only took a light huff—a simple gush of air from the titan’s vents—to ruffle send verity’s raven locks into disarray. she flinched, nearly dropping her datapad, and sloooowly inclined her head to look the mech in the optic ( as best she could ).

❝can you not? i’m trying to read.❞ she let out her own huff, partially blowing her hair out of her eyes, and quickly ran her hands through it to smooth it down again.

oh, but she was foolish to assume it’d be that easy. it was only a matter of time before she heard the soft whining of gears in that approaching hand. she knew it. she could feel him staring, saw the wheels turning in that mind of his. it was now a game.

❝doooon’t—-❞ boop. right back into her face went those locks. at least he was being gentle. verity sighed and ducked away from the offending digit, hands back up to fix the mess.

❝i swear—i’m going to weld your hand to your forehead.❞⎦

Verity was sorely wrong, Sixshot didn’t have wheels in his mind - he didn’t have anything in his mind, at least in that moment. Recovering from being stomped on and losing most of your nanites was a slow and arduous process, and it left a lot of free and incredibly boring time to fill.

The floofing of her hair via vent was an accident the first time around. The boop, of course, wasn’t. Hair was something foreign to Sixshot, something useless and decorative, and even a potential weakness - he couldn’t help but be curious about it. That, and if something annoyed Verity, he was sure to repeat the action as much as possible.

“If you can reach, be my guest.” Another strangely gentle ruffle of her hair.

[rcvage-blog]

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【☆】⎡a sturdy metal muzzle met her soft cheek, gentle and warm. verity smiled, and almost got out a tease, but the wet thlp that left a spot of oral fluid on her skin made her squeal and pull away. she wiped at the spot with a hand, giggling through her feigneddisgust.

             ❝ewww ravage. when’s the last time you brushed your teeth?❞

she was joking, of course. still a-giggling away, verity wiped the oral fluid back onto ravage’s muzzle.⎦  

         🐾 —;; a soft rumble of a chuckle escaped the                         cyber-panther’s vocaliser while he watched                         verity’s reaction, as he lounged on his                         stomach, helm tilted to the side.

    “ its been white awhile, honestly i doubt we use the       same --- ah gross .... “ he grimaced at the wipe. 

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            🐾 —;; “ vi ? what are you doing UP THERE ----- ? “ 

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                                                                      ❛     so —     ❜

once he notes that it’s just   the two of them , he turns to his full height , unfolding from his alternative mode to offer something bordering a sheepish grin. he crouches down , but keeps distance , blue optics dimmed in veiled curiosity.

                                       ❛     i take it i’m not the first cybertronian you’ve met ?     ❜

@usefulstowaway.

[briittlesilverlord-blog]

@usefulstowaway | x

【☆】⎡❝no—i’m not, actually. but i do hear this—-❞ she tapped a thumb to her fingers rapidly, mock-speaking with her hand, ❝—-this persistent nagging, and i’m about to lose my goddamn mind if it doesn’t shut the hell up.❞⎦ 

        ♛  

  the captain scowled a little, narrowing crimson optics at the   human that stood by his pedes ---- he shouldn’t have bothered   in asking her anything but the wicked do never learn.

                        “ well that’s heard loud && clear, is there anything else you wish                            to complain about? “ 

[sixsh0t-blog]

@usefulstowaway - moved from here

【☆】⎡if she had a dollar for every time she’d heard that derogatory name, she’d be rich. what was it with these guys? here she’d been, peacefully welding some parts on to fix her ship, not bothering anyone—and this ASSHOLE just had to come over and express his shitty opinions. verity sighed exasperatedly. armored fingers lifted to the side of her helmet, disengaging the eye-shielding, and looked over her shoulder, a snappy comment locked and loaded.

❝sounds like you need to—holy—-❞ big big big—-

❝guh—uhm—❞ okay, he was big, but she had a little too much pride to just roll over. she’d talked down overlord, for god’s sake!! ❝ahem—WELL. mister organaphobe. i’m not going anywhere for a good minute.❞ she rapped her knuckles against her ship for emphasis. ❝so you’re gonna have to tolerate this “squishy”’s presence for a bit longer. preferably silently and ELSEWHERE.❞⎦

“Squishy” was probably the least offensive thing he could have called her - if anything it was affectionate in his opinion. It also served as a sort of warning, as if she didn’t already know her life was basically in his servos (or under his pede).

Her stumbling words were like music to his audials, a little boost to his self-esteem after years of feeling like a half-baked pancake. “More like organicidal expert, but whatever you want.” 

Sixshot loomed a bit closer and, after a moment of thought, casually sat down right next to Verity’s ship. “Don’t feel like it.” And then he proceeded to sit and watch her tend to her ship, at least fulfilling the “silently” half of the request.