#andromecha

Look at him, picking little Arcee in the frame to further prove a futile point. There's a sly tilt in Soundwave's head. Smokescreen: grasping at straws?

​"I'm saying I don't meet the category of twink. A point I'm pretty sure everyone can see if they look at my wide as frag shoulders."

From the apprentice to their master. ;)

What started out as a simple dare was quickly devolving into something else. Thundercracker had taken Starscream at his face value that Soundwave couldn't be snuck up on, couldn't be surprised. And he took that statement not as a truth, but as a challenge. And he loved challenges.

The seeker's clumsy steps had gone quiet but not silent once he'd found the alien mech. He was approaching with caution, his glossa tip stuck out in concentration as he crept forward slowly, carefully. Watching the mech's back and even pausing when it seemed like the other might catch him. He could feel his spark thrumming hard in his chamber, simply watching and taking his time.

And he began to move again when the other settled again, creeping forward slowly and carefully. He was so close. It would just be a couple more steps and he would have gotten the drop on Soundwave and proven Starscream wrong!

Face to face.

Before he spoke, he remembered that Soundwave's accent often affected how he spoke. He could relate, to a point.

"Soundwave, yer a right purty mech. Ya know that better 'an anyone!" He chuckled as he took a step back to regain some semblance of personal space. "I figured you'd be more worried 'bout what I'm doin'. Ya know, sneakin' up on ya." He held up his servos, tilting his helm slightly.

⠀BOLD whatever applies | ITALICS what sometimes applies | STRIKETHROUGH what doesn't apply

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knockout .... envious?

"Of that? I have style, sophistication, actual hands." Knock Out emphasizes the point by tilting his helm and gesturing down his frame to draw attention to polished plating.

( ✧ ― @andromecha || stroke my ego ― ✧ )

Of course I'll stroke the ego of a wonderful roleplayer ♡ To me, you have been safety and comfort. Your words have soothed and relaxed me whenever I felt anxious about myself. The air around you is unlike any other; it's warm and welcoming, always enthusiastic with those you interact with, and highly motivated over your own characters, which in turn make them very enjoyable. You are a breeze during spring and a warm mug of hot chocolate to me. ☕🍃

I don't really know what to say to this other than thank you?!?!? Genuinely had to fight back tears reading this because it hit me right in the middle of my own anxieties and imposter syndrome LOL.

I really do try my hardest to keep my energy and enthusiasm up for everyone I interact with cause I really want everyone to have at least some small positive experience within the RPC. So many spaces can be really toxic and scary to enter or be apart of, and just one little positive interaction can make all the difference. And I'm so glad that I could help you feel safe and comfortable.

As for my characters, each of them I love dearly and absolutely put as much of my effort and love as I can into them. They're all my babies that I love so very much - when they hurt, I hurt and when they're happy so am I! And it really makes me happy whenever someone tells me they enjoy how I write them - it means the world to me.

Muses and Objects

We'll do two muses I don't use often! Scorch and Burn, two of the triplets.

Scorch's underwear door has maybe four pairs of actual underwear, maybe. The rest is filled with cuffs, dildos, clamps, gags, blindfolds and everything that should be locked up in a chest that she could shove in there. She doesn't use the majority of the things in her drawer, almost all of them were impulse buys because she was curious. That's not to say she isn't inexperienced! She just doesn't have the focus to get all dressed up only for it to come off again.

"OY! MY EYE's UP HERE, MECH!"