The Patient Assassin

[Freyr]

Hey there guys so I'm making this post and pinning it to the top of my blog to make sure everyone can see what they need to see even on mobile!

Here are my Rules

Bios

Redstrike

Codeblue

Spyder

Batgotti

Scalpel

Web & Weaver

Gary the Glitchgoat

About the Au and other Verses

Everything about the Au can be found with posts tagged Revolt Au in my archive or here

A brief synopsis of the au and all my other verses can be found here.

Current desired plotlines and ideas can be found here.

Sims Au

The Ever popular Sims Au which is an ongoing project of mine to build bespoke homes and apartments for various transformers in Sims 4. The Masterpost linking to all of my current worlds and builds is here!

My Commission Sheet/Info

My art blog is located here it's a bit new but I'm getting it off the ground and you contact me there about my art and any requests or commissions.

And I do take commissions! If you've seen my art floating around (my corset series or badly drawn starscream blog in particular) you should know that I take commissions and I have slots currently open! Here's my current commission sheet, feel free to contact me if you're at all interested!

"What, my brother? Medix is... he's kinda the party boy type. Not really interested in settling down, I think. He's only interested in masculine types like I am, though. We're pretty similar in that regard. It's... honestly caused issues in the past." Codeblue rubs at the back of his neck and sighs.

Medix glanced down at Prowl from where he sat upright on the berth reading. His gaze a bit imperceptible. There wasn't Codeblue's sardonic grin lighting up his features, no haunted look in his optics. He was just... professionally relaxed. He stood as Prowl spoke and leaned over to get a more proper scan.

"Yeah, I'm surprised you could tell the difference. How're you feeling?" He asked. He paused for a moment and sat back on his heels. "Sorry for the situation, by the way. Blue wasn't in a place to properly handle you crashing next to him in berth. Scalpel called me in. She handled most of it, though. Got into bits of you most medics need specialized tools or hopes and prayers for." He mused, his tone light but not nearly as performative as his brother's. Looking closer one could see the actual differences. Medic was stockier, had clearly gotten some defensive armor upgrades at some point. His blues were lighter and where Codeblue would have silver or darker blue Medix had hints of red and yellow. At one point in their lives, however, they were likely identical if you didn't look for the small differences.

Remind me to post more/talk more about my little menagerie. BTW here is bastard orange next to his mom. They look almost the same size here but actually he's twice as big as she is. Also she taught him all his worst traits. Like bread eating and plant slaughter. But thankfully he didn't get HER worst traits... which is peeing on my roommate's pants when she's mad and clawing up my favorite rug.

Nothing's really going on with me besides continuing chronic issues. But hey! Look at this photogenic cat I own!

-hot take from all the muses

Redstrike gives a small giggle, "Absolutely none. Roddy is such a pretty darling after all."

Spyder smiles a bit softly. "What, Rodders? Oh, probably not any or like just one for courage. Roddy is really fun and really hot. Er handsome? Wait... fuck."

Batgotti smiles a little and briefly looks up from his book with a smug little flare of his wings. "Absolutely none. I love making that good boy inconsolable with pleasure."

Redstrike hums and smiles, "To bed my little stray? Oh, absolutely none. Though he would need to ask first."

Redstrike snorted and smirked, "Considering what we've ALREADY gotten up to? None at all. I have and will do that lovely thing stone cold sober."

Spyder shifts a little and flushes, rubbing at the back of his neck. "Well uh, I dunno? Maybe a couple just to get my nerve up? She's kinda pretty enough to take me out."

Anyone besides Redstrike that is.

Spyder chokes on his current drink, "I uh... oh. Wow. Uhm. I guess... one or two for courage maybe?"

Batgotti hums and flips the page on the journal he's reading, "Hm, depends. If he insists on being in charge I'll need to be properly blitzed. Otherwise I'd do him sober."