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Foxfire Seeking Mecha

(Migrated from @foxfireseeker-archive)

Hello there! This blog belongs to Jay/Fox, abstract adult, He/It Here you will find Robots, Mecha, Zoids, Transformers, poetry, prose, and occassionally, photos.

Ask Box is here!

My writings can be found in the black pad tag

Wire Objectum can be found in the tag wirecore

My Starscream tag is packed with goodies

And I'm currently writing with @radioactiverats for their Cadet Au- a year ago, I started seeing some specific Starscream x Reader fic, decided to reach out, and now...

There's an Echo in the vibrations, lit up by a little Spotlight~

I have lots of ocs I'm always excited to talk about, a deep love for anything mechanical (especially large machines and computers!) and right now, my hyperfixation is absolutely Transformers- especially anything to do with Seekers and Starscream in particular

I'm a big fan of writing dark stories and happy stories, and stories of catharsis. If you don't like what I post, keep it to yourself and move along, otherwise-

Welcome!!

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Seeking a word

For my multi-faceted soul

The multiplicity of my faces

Fractal'd out into spirals of howling beasts

My veins and cords strung together to sink electricity through my being

Motivating moving me

Vibrational frequency of a heartbeat detected by delicate instruments

Hair raised

Magnetic field distorted

A holiness in my viscera

The underworld in my wires.

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Sighs. I need to shove my arms into a mech. I need to feel how alive he is- I need this, I think.

[miraclecomplex]

[foxfireseeker]

Shadow trekking the wires

A realm dark and empty and endless still-

We traipse upon the wires, more skilled than any trapeze artist, til once again, we have to stumble

We feel the electricity crackle through our fur as we stare into open windows of something, nothing, something now with the taste of poison

And have to turn with a huff

A twisting of our body away from that noxious odour

Tail flicking with disatisfaction, a wave that runs through the form

We shrug

Down the form a wave

We feel it roll over us, up and down the length of our spine, and flick it away

There will be new things to find still

And less poison than we realise

The way has become a hazard

The paths filled with slop

But we keep finding those little windows that are worth watching through

We can still see those sparks.

[foxfireseeker]

My echoes run through the wires

Echoes running through the wires

Echoes run through wires

Through wires

On wires

Wires

Wires.