🚧Ever the chaos🚧

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Random scenario: the heart breaker gets her heart broken

The sounds of crashing came from Mayhem's engineering bay, tools clattering against the wall, even Phasoraid knew better than to enter his twin's domain when she was having a tantrum.

Hissing, Mayhem threw another gadget and sent it shattering against the floor, her optics flickering between their usual orange and a sickening purple haze that trailed with her movements.

This wasn't RIGHT. This couldn't be happening. She's the one that's supposed to leave others behind, to break sparks. She shouldn't feel this.. pain. How?- she'd deactivated her pain receptors eons ago; so why did she feel this awful pain whisping through her chassis and coiling around her spark like nasty tendrils, like being shot again.

She hadn't felt hurt like this in a long time, but once again it was her fault. She'd driven her partner away, the one soul that could ease the destructive chaos in her processor.. that could calm her in a way that not even Phas could.

She was supposed to be used to this. She always messed things up, destroyed things and reveled in the pain it caused others, so why did this hurt her instead? She just couldn't understand and it pissed her off, made her hurt more.

Her thoughts scrambled and her claws twitched as her plating flared, steam hissing from her vents.

Where was she..?

Everything was dark and quiet, not a single sign of life.

"Hello?" She called out,

No answer.

"Somebody? Is anyone here!?"

Suffocating silence filled the void where not even her own voice echoed.

.

.

.

"..Ace?.."

Despite havin' deactivated her own pain receptors a while back she still has the Cybertronian equivalent of phantom pains every once on a while.

Burnin' somehow searin' through her chassis again, a pain all too familiar. The agony shootin' through her midsection 'n chestplates where a blast had just barely missed her spark.

describe your oc’s in 3 words, example: Funny, kind, loyal. and then make your oc’s describe themselves.

TwT

TF ocs:

Mayhem thinks of herself as: strong, fearless, independent. [Mayhem is truly: tormented, dependant, hypocritical]

Phasoraid thinks of himself as: aloof, sharp, focused. [Phasoraid is truly: guilty, controlling, desensitized]

Wrangle thinks of themself as: competent, solitary, indifferent. [Wrangle truly is: cowardly, gentle, somber]

Savvy thinks of herself as: cool, smart, charming. [Savvy truly is: awkward, lovesick, hyper]

Ace thinks of himself as: brave, protective, skillful. [Ace truly is: overprotective, overwhelmed, confused]

DC ocs:

Ōkami thinks of herself as: immortal, righteous, hated. [Ōkami truly is: overconfident, spiteful, vengeful]

Literally, a mercenary, a few feet taller, not as tall as mayhem, but around that height, green optics, most exactly what melody described when her upper face came ripping off by someone.

and that mech, was standing right next to melody and mayhem.

!!!!!

Oh Mayhem was LIVID.

The mech that hurt her new companion, hurt the femme that was now under the protection of the chaos twins, had the ball joints to show back up? Mayhem wouldn't tolerate the stranger encroaching on her territory after what they'd done. No..

Mayhem thought about what she would do; shoot them? No, that'd be too quick.. rip their spark out of their chestplates and shove it down their intake? Use them as target practice for her and Phasoraid? Options, options, options.. too many options running rampant through her already screwed up processor.

melody raising up two pictures, mayhem, of course, and then galvatron. but im pretty sure melody was facing the opposite way.

Mayhem stood with her arms folded over her chestplates, watching as Melody stood facing the opposite direction of her. She ex-vented lightly and shook her helm.

Mayhem: "Mel, Sweets, ya facing the wrong way."

She snorted lightly.

She tapped her claw against her gauntlet as she watched Melody turn around before her optics widened and her optical ridges quirked, a strained noise leaving her vocalizer while one optic twitched.

Mayhem: "I DO NOT LOOK LIKE THAT— WHO TOLD YOU THAT!?"

melody: *even if she doesnt have optics, she can hear the most slightest sound.*

*prowler theme*

starts chasing mayhem with a metal pan, and its stick proof?!??

Mayhem, who had just been sneaking to avoid the wrath of Melody after spilling paint on a random mech, paused when the floor creaked beneath her heavy pedes.

She gulped and glanced around to see the blind femme who's helm was suddenly facing in her direction, pan in servo.

Mayhem: "Now hold on a second Mel-"

she chuckled nervously, Melody's anger rivaling only that of Phasoraid's.

"There's no need to get violent—"

Suggestive lyrics

She hated the silence. It was deafening. Yet she so often sought it out.

How stupid.. burning herself. Seeking attention? No, she hated attention, that wasn't it.

Ōkami: "happy Valentines day, squirt. Got ya a present." *Ōkami said with a fanged grin as she held down what looked like a suspiciously realistic human heart.*

May: "yeh, yeh, go kick rocks." *May retorted as she rolled her eyes and resumed listening to her music while drawing*

Mayhem: "HAHA! HAPPY HEART DAY FLESH BAG!" *Mayhem boomed with a fanged grin as she dropped a bunch of random valentines stuff that she most definitely stole from a transport truck, looking rather proud of her haul.*

Phasoraid: "ah, uh.. sure. Happy Valentine's Day." *Phasoraid murmered a little awkwardly as he held out a pad with stars carved into it.*

Wrangle: ". . ." *Wrangle said nothing, their expression blank per usual. Their antennae quirked and they simply gave a thumbs up.*

May: *blank stare* "....no. fuck you.." *she said slowly as she flipped them the bird, her eyes narrowing*

Share symbolism about your ocs!!! Like, animals, motifs, this kinda thing (I'm a sucker for a good metaphor)

Honestly I dunno if I actually use much symbolism but there is this

(I suck at explainin' symbolism so please don't have a stroke trynna read this 😭)

Which had quite literally been burnt into her chest while in the lab she was created in. It was a symbol for the more feral experiments that had to be controlled with more caution 'n force.

Later she'd taken the symbol and changed it into somethin' more, the same symbol of a creature with horns but now with beams of light surroundin' it, cuttin' through the darkness to make way for the lives of the innocent.