Lying in Wait

Used to be unwaveringshcdows until I lost that email. Sideblog to allthatjczz, please read rules before interacting. Indie Ravage rp blog, based mainly around MTMTE but I'm open to multiverse. 

[unwaveringgshcdows]

throw me and i claw your optics out. 

[unwaveringgshcdows]

Disgusting. And people are intentionally interacting with a dog?

[trust-me-im-satan]

owning a cat is hearing things crash during the night and deciding its a problem for tomorrow you

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metroplexandcitizens​:

Soundwave rumbles soothingly. He wishes he could pull this Ravage closer, stow him safely away in his docks until the magic was over. “Greyface magic will end,” he says instead. “I am here.” He sends out another caress against Ravage’s mind. He will stay, keep him close and keep him safe, watch for the threats he can no longer sense and alert him should they come.

Distantly, Ravage too wishes for the safety of being docked away; held, safe, by a loved one long dead in his own universe. Like this, though, he’s unsure if he can even transform- would hiding as a deck until dentae grew sharp again count as cheating?- so instead, he clings to this Soundwave, with the slightest tremble in his frame.

[unwaveringgshcdows]

@metroplexandcitizens

Soundwave has to fold himself nearly in half to wrap himself around the distressed deployer, but he manages, stroking one finger, nearly the size of Ravage's entire torso, over his head and shoulders and brushing non-invasive comfort over the surface of his mind. "What happened?"

A tiny paw- servo- curls over Soundwave’s plating, claws dulled to blunt fingertips and leaving not so much as a scratch on Soundwave’s plating. “Greyface magic,” he murmurs, optics dimming with the soothing presence of a Soundwave- not his own, as if everything had been shifted an inch to the left, but enough. 

“My senses have been dulled. It’s like trying to listen though doors I can’t open- I didn’t smell you until you were here.”

[unwaveringgshcdows]

Soundwave teleports to the location given him by Hound's deployers and sits cross-legged on the ground next to the Ravage. Not his Ravage, but nonetheless.... (@metroplexandcitizens )

It may not be his Soundwave, but it’s a familiar shade of blue, a comforting presence that has the mini dragging himself into a lap to just let himself be held. Curling up isn’t the same as it used to be, all those years ago with his own Soundwave- his limbs are different now, the scent not quite the same- but he tries, nonetheless. 

[unwaveringgshcdows]

deployerdadhound​:

The deployers all share a look between them, Chatter’s tail twitching nervously. “Hound,” Hugh says. “Can get Hound. Or get a Soundwave, but,” he clacks his beak, “is on vacation.”

“Vacation be damned, I need help. Isn’t that what you Autobots are all about? Saving people, fixing things?” Finally, Ravage gets his paws- hands- under him, and pushes himself into a sitting position, where he squints at the other deployers. 

“I will....take whoever you can give me.”

[unwaveringgshcdows]

@ask-smokescreen

“Ooh, scary, I didn’t know my Catdad-- or maybe just dad-- could be so intimidating!”

Smokescreen is squatting, and offering a servo, only laughing a little at the whole situation.

“....I’m going to fight you once I have my claws back.” Still, he’s taking the servo and delicately leaning against Smokescreen as he dusts himself off, and notes, with great displeasure, that his audials have been replaced with normal ones. 

“Primus, how do you walk like this?”

[unwaveringgshcdows]

@deployerdadhound

Rather than Hound himself, two more of his deployers appear. Chitter, who has declared herself the nemesis of Rumbles and Frenzies everywhere, stands up on her back two feet and plants her tiny little people hands on her waist. She looks up as Hugh flies over her head and nods.

The owl nods back, circling over Ravage's head. "Yepyep, definitely lack of tail."

Chatter nods along with his older siblings. "HaveYouTriedBendingYourKneesAndBendingForwardJustALittleBit?"

“No, I plan to stay right here on the ground until some wandering Soundwave takes pity on me.” 

He turns his head so it’s at least not buried in the floor to look up at the other two minis, squinting up at them. “Can you find me some Decepticon, at least? Someone who can contact Soundwave? Or I’ll take an Autobot, if that’s all you got, but I’m going to complain about it.”

[unwaveringgshcdows]

Chatter runs up to Ravage first, skidding to a stop. "OhYouDon'tHaveATailThat'sWhyYou'reHavingBalanceIssues." (@deployerdadhound)

Great. One of the Autobot’s annoying deployers. 

“Houuuuunnnnnddddd. Come get your kidddddd.”

[unwaveringgshcdows]

HEY DADDAD NOW THAT YOU HAVE ARMS CAN YOU LIFT ME UP?

“I can punch you in the kneecaps.” 

It’s....about all he can reach, if he manages to stand up. As it is, Ravage is still facedown on the floor. Like an adult.

[unwaveringgshcdows]

m!a: Ravage is a normal bot for the next three days. Height is up to mun, but he is no longer a cat!

“Oh, son of a-” 

He doesn’t even get a step in before he’s falling on his face- oh, thank Primus his Rumble and Frenzy aren’t around. He’s still shorter than them, *and* he can’t walk. Great.

“.... I’m not calling for help.”

[unwaveringgshcdows]

It’s...a shame, really, that his own Soundwave is no longer around- he has the strong urge to go sit with him, all of a sudden.

[unwaveringgshcdows]

should i put bayverse ravage on here or make him another sideblog

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He’s sprawled in a patch of sunlight, armor relaxed to allow the warmth to get through to protoform. 

Truly, this was bliss. 

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He’s standing on the edge of a landing pad, out of the way of any flightframes who may choose to land, just so he can feel the breeze against his frame. 

...he feels a slight tug in his chest, today; a gentle mourning that never seems to leave him be. 

[ask-smokescreen]

"Sonscreen, I have a surprise for you!" It's nearly the same size as Catdad himself, hidden under a tarp. Ignore the too-large pumpkin-y shape, though. He promises it's not a pumpkin. - @unwaveringgshcdows

CATDAD!! Catdad, you got me a present? What is it? Did you get me a new console? Is it an Xbox?

[unwaveringgshcdows]

With a flourish, he tears off the tarp-

and reveals a giant pumpkin.