#wild-at-spark

[projectpredling-archive]

@wild-at-spark started following you

Most predacons develop an internal combustion system to generate streams of fire or plasma blasts - but some, like Triple, go a slightly different route. Snick-Snack-Snuck is their full name, and each of the little hydra's heads produces a different form of breath weapon: scalding steam, poisonous smog, and freezing vapor.

It's Snuck, the head responsible for this third weapon, who insists on trying to creep as close as possible to the stranger who also smells like ice and frost.

[thee-forcefield-guy]

"From one outlier to another, you are and always will be more than just you're ability. There is so much more to you than just forcefields."

“You’re an…Outlier too?”

It wasn’t often he met many spare for Skids, so it was surprising to the bigger mech to find someone else with special abilities such as himself. His voice was quiet, still hidden safely within his bubble, optics gazing their way.

“I wish I could believe that, but…It’s incredibly hard when that’s all your known for.”

[panickedforcefield]

[ a hug ] Wild's just gonna walk up behind Trailcutter quietly before wrapping her arms around the mecha's midsection.

Trailcutter was still working at cleaning out the last nests of dustbunnies from his room, frame dirty and his paint scratched up. It was looking good so far, just a last airing needed and he would be don-

"H-Hey!" He startles as arms, familiar arms, wrap around his midsection, not tight but still firm. His EM-field flutters tightly around him, brushing against someone else, someone he knows.

"Hey, Wild." he humms after a few seconds of not knowing what to say or what to do. Seconds in which he relishes in the contact with the other. One servo comes to lay on top of one of her arms.

"I`m back?"

[ifthearmorfitsarchived]

@wild-at-spark​ stated; 🌻

Send a 🌻 and I'll say something random meme.

“Just between you and I, I actually like the cold. My favorite season on Earth is Autumn, Winter being the second. My frame usually runs at a rather warmer temperature then most others due to my abilities and spark, so I usually have my habsuite and office at cooler temperatures. I also like to dress up in longer clothing as well, in my holoform I mean. Sweaters, jackets, trench coats, suits... You name it, I’ll love it.”

[blubrownrpblog]

"Don't worry Gala, the situation has calmed down, Whirl won't be harmed." She smiled reassuringly.

gala held her hands close to her face,trying to hold her tears “b-but gala got u-uncle in trouble...a-and all gala’s fault...” she kept repeating herself,not listening to other bots.

[panickedforcefield]

On her way from medbay Wild wasn't paying attention as she walked through a corridor,tripping over a wriggling arm. After landing with a thud she looked over. "An arm?.. whose missing an arm?" Once she had got up she picked the arm up. "Hello? anyone missing an arm?"

That felt like the floor of the Lost Light, he knew the grooves and seams like the back of his servo. Pun not intended. 

His digits scrape over the floor, looking for- what was he even looking for? He could not see! But he could hope for someone to find his wayward body part. 

And, he seemed to be in luck. The floor left from  under his digits and he could feel the warmth of living metal. He tapped the frame part his digits were laying on.

[panickedforcefield]

"Teebs no.. just no." Very concerner medic noises.

Now hes pouting, scuffing his pede on the floor.

[panickedforcefield]

♒

“We really need to get drunk.” Trailcutter looks at Wild, a smirk on his lips. “Because really, you work way too much and really have to let loose from time to time, you insufferable femme.” He is teasing her, its not meant seriously or to vex her.