"I can see ya following me! It's alright, forest roads big enough and my belly's full, so I ain't got no quarrel. Just sayin' I see you, is all."

There's a soft scurry of little rat feet nearby, beady eyes wide as the creature scavenges in the underbrush for something to eat. Sharp ears point and the beastie starts to scramble forward only for a somewhat skeletal looking hand to shoot out of a shadow, a body slowly become visible, crouching down close in a position that spoke of normally being low to the ground in an animalistic prowl. The man (?) turns the rat over and grins, the scars on one side of his face crinkling. "Hello dinner!"

The forest was quiet that night, almost to an unsettling level. Creatures that normally sang to the stars seemed scared to make a sound. Even the wind seemed to have died.

Which was why it was so easily to pick up the rustling, gently whispering sound of aged fabric dragging along the forest floor, and the pace of bare feet in the grass. A steady, measured step. Nothing in a rush or seemingly concerned about hiding itself.

Almost like a predator.

Odyssey made no effort to conceal her presence, moving slowly but steadily towards the feeling of death in her forest. It was frustrating; she knew a vampire when she sensed it, but this one felt… different. Elusive. Proving hard to track down.

She came to a stop, staring intently at a clump of shrubbery almost twenty feet away from her.

Or perhaps not so hard after all…

“Hello…”

::Hey, I found some really great music soundtracks. Do you wanna go down to the reservoir with me to listen to them?:: Aegis commed Sunder, his tone light and happy.

The response is somewhat haggard sounding.  ::No. No, was there. No. Going back to my room. Don’t come over here.:: A pause. ::Not mad at you.:: Another pause.  ::Don’t come over here.::

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@omalahsocs

He smiles compassionately at her queue to compliment him, and continues to shuffles his cards, more for primitive habit and sensual comfort than willing to offer her more of her private Destiny. “I thank thee,” murmurs he, too.

“The Truth is indeed difficult to ascertain if thou art ounce’d of tender Singularity; better to watch cartoons and mind thine sugary snacks and drinks, if thou art bodily able,” advises he, and winks stunningly for a pretty laugh. “A comfort that comes for me in my red threads is: the Truth wilt ne’er change, nor leave, if thine face is turn’d away from it. Life is lived and learned and loved without constant surprisal or vigilance. Live thine life,” says Roland softly, and puts down his cards and drinks his coffee, watching her.

“Art thou Sight-Touched?” asks he, suddenly, nary unkindly nor pointed. “Borne of sensitivity to the Inbetwixt?”

@omalahsocs​  🖤’d  

“Ooh, you smell yummy.”

If Tide is good with chemicals, could he mix up something that's the Cybertronian equivalent of a 5-Hour Energy?

//he might not be the greatest chef but... in a situation like this he might try-

"They're a 10 but they won't let me cuddle up on their backseats." Jaxx murmurs.

"Who says I wouldn't?" Smokescreen winks, transforms into his alt mode and rolls down a window slightly. However, he keeps his doors locked. Good luck.

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anonymously or not, send 💕 or ( ‘HEART’ ) for me to randomly pick one of my mutuals and write at least two things about why i love seeing them on my dash, writing with them, talking to them, etc.

//Aaaaa so many hearts!!

@omalahsocs! I've loved the interaction between Flicker and Gaius so far and I look forward to seeing them get to know each other more closely! I also find your writing style easy to understand even if English isn't my first language and it makes replying to you easy!

@captainseamech! I've loved the few threads we've had so far and def look forward to more, and I think you've gotten better and better with writing ever since you started! It's also fun to see High Tide's shenanigans on my dashboard and it brightens my day to see something new from you!

@autobot-scout-riella! We haven't interacted a lot yet, but from what I've seen from the sidelines, you seem a nice person and Riella is really interesting OC! I try to send you stuff whenever you reblog ask memes or such!

Not an rp blog but @forgettable-url! You're a good friend and I appreciate each conversation we have, no matter how big or small or deep or lighthearted!!! It always makes me happy to see you on my dashboard or in my Discord DMs!!!//

[Massage]

[ MASSAGE ] sender rubs receiver’s back

The first touch to his back causes his entire frame to seize up and stiffen, plating clamping, all out of a pure, bestial instinct to protect himself. He knows the hands on his back aren't ones that will hurt him - at least, he hopes - and instead of giving in to the immediate reaction of leaping up and attacking Soundwave just...lays there.

Oh, he digs his thing digits into the berth below him, and forces his plating to unclamp and sends a wave of apology through his EM field, but he does not attack.

No matter how much his battle-and-trauma induced instincts want him to.

".....apologies. Request: continue...slowly."

where could someone touch your muse to calm them down?

headcanons based on the 5 love languages:

His face or his hands. But he would need to be approached slowly- he suffers a considerable amount from PTSD considering everything that happened during the war, and his time being held hostage by Bludgeon. If he can see someone coming and they can put their hands on his face or take his hands, rubbing the backs or the palms?

It's an incredibly calming thing for him. It grounds him.

[ 🧱 ] how would you describe your muses’ morality? what are their core values?

It shouldn't be a surprise Meme has a tendency to be egoistical and selfish in certain situations. If it benefits him, he will act in his own interest to ensure the maximum yield out of it. He does it so in a subtle way so people can't call him out on it.

However, he is not that selfish. He will offer assistance when needed, even going out of his way and being altruistic. It all depends heavily on context and his abilities what he can and can't do.

In general, his moral compass bounces all over. As mentioned, he acts in his own interest, so he will want to keep it that way.

His values are simple: if he's happy and content in his life, he's reached the peak of perfection.

Magnus hangs upside down from a branch nearby Odd and happily dangles his arms down so his nails just barely touch the grass. "Hey, beautiful. You wanna go on a date? I can take you to a real nice library..."

The undead woman looks up at him, swaying just slightly where she stood while drinking deeply from a large cup. Flashing him a bright smile after swallowing. “How nice of a library are we talking? It has a high bar to meet, if it’s going to surpass my library…”

🃏 (my vampire Jenny is curious about the cards.)

He sits at a simple table of folded metal and plastic and with a foldable chair, with his hanging, leather satchel loose and resting safely near his naked feet. Roland shuffles and draws a card, his steaming mug of coffee rising into the wisp of the chilly air of beginning Autumn, beauty in Multicolorism.

He pulls the Five of Wands, so reversed. “Thou art matched by disputes,” says he frankly; but not unkindly. “And hast been given birth to either thine own Tongue of contradictions, or art gifted the resonations of trickery for thee or from thine. Mind thine placement amidst the Universe, verily, if thou art sought the Truth of the Inbetwixt.”

Send 🃏 for my muse to give yours a tarot card reading.

☺: three things that make my muse happy

Headcanon meme! Send me a symbol and I'll tell you…

Music! Anything quick and upbeat; anything slower or more melancholic just grates at him and makes him nervous. But if it's got a good beat and he can jam to it? He may not be able to sing, and he may not be a good dancer, but he's still going to hum, mumblesing, or dance along.

Doing anything with the other Scavengers. They're his best friends, his family, and he relies on them a lot. He can be himself around them, and even if they get annoyed with his antics, he's never told to "pay more attention" or "be more focused." They accept him as he is, and they're his whole world.

Grimlock. Look, he adores Grimlock. And yes he adores Krok and Fulcrum and Spinister and Crankcase but Grimlock is uniquely special to him. There's nothing he wouldn't do for the big guy, and especially as things progressed, being around Grimlock can really settle him down if he's overstimulated. That's his emotional support dinosaur.

Romantic? Hmm, do you know a mech named Cyclonus? You might get along.

Is this a dating simulator now?

             “Cyclonus? Huh, haven’t heard that name for solar cycles now... We kinda cut of connections after that whole confusion with war and stuff. Hope he’s doin’ fine now, though...”

Hey Smokey, what do you do for fun?

I fuck all kinds of awesome things! Like, I like to go fucking with Knock Out, or maybe try to fuck with Bee, or maybe, maybe, I just fuck and fuck a good book.

...

fuck me