#lapismuses

             so   insanely   suspicious.   in   what   world   does   an   ex-general   of   the   decepticons   think   they’ll   receive   any   privacy   from   an   autobot   scout   so   close   to   their   home   ?      the   barn   is   less   than   a   five   minutes   walk,   it’s   hard   not   to   notice   when   residency   is   taken   up   in   the   once   sacred   cavern   that   he’s   visited   so   many   times   before.  pedes   tread   carefully   down   the   slope   of   rocks,   entrance   more   than   large   enough   for   him   to   now   fit   with   ease   ━   wonder   who   did   that.   bee   stops   at   the   bottom,   and   although   he   could   already   see   it   from   outside,   it is now   even   more   clear   who is   moving   in.   frame   leans   into   the   wall,   arms   crossing   and   posture   stiffening   with   reserve.

  ❝         for   the   record,   i’m   against   you   being   here.         ❞

 no   doubt   shockwave   would   already   know   of   his   presence,   the   sound   of   loose   rock   bouncing   off   the   echoing   cave   walls   is   a   dead   giveaway, so   he   may   as   well   speak   his   mind.   optics   scan   the   space   more   closely,   and   metallic   brow   ridge   quirks,

"Is this truly what has become of the decepticon cause, old friend?"

A weary Megatron asks, still not fully recovered from his coma. There is no one else aboard he would trust with his woes, but Shockwave has always been loyal.

Unlike a certain second in command, whose cranium he would have crushed between his own servos if the seeker hadn't fled like the coward he was.

Cassie was having an utterly terrible day. It started out great, managing to get a prize plushy of toy foxy, Roxy was her favorite but she could appreciate the classics, from the claw machine in the arcade. She had been found by a certain group of her kids from her school though….and now here she was. A small bruise on her chin and the torn remains of her prize clutched in her hands. She had run off to a part of the mall for staff and animatronics only, just wanting some sort of peace. 

Quickly trying to dry her eyes on her sweater at the sound of approaching footsteps, but then a voice and….oh….oh it’s just Monty.

“I….s-sorry..I….I just g-g.”

"See? We know each other too well." | es soundwave @lapismuses

“aye. i still can’t fall into recharge without the dulcet tones of tinnitus screaming in the back of my audials,” chuffs the silver mech. he tilts his head, ruby optics scanning his (closest friend, communications officer, dearspark) newly freed enemy. “so what will it be this time, soundwave? another go at the war?”

‏‏ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ —‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎‎‏‏‎[ ‏‏‎ ‎𝚁𝙴𝙿𝙻𝚈 ‏‏‎ ‎𝙵𝙾𝚁 : ‏‏‎ ‎@lapismuses ; ‏‏‎‏‎𝖃‎ ‏‏‎ ‎]

Adjusting to domestic life after an age of endless war was nearly impossible.  ‎For years Catra heard the endless cacophony of machinery,  ‎saw the near total destruction of Etheria,  smelled the foul acrid air the tanks bellowed out,  ‎and felt the rushes and pains of battle.  ‎Bright Moon was peaceful and quiet.  ‎The singing of birds and the trickles of streams were foreign to her.  ‎She was still trying to forget the constant drumming of the Fright Zone to little avail.  ‎Everybody else seemed completely content with this tranquility—  ‎except for her. . . Forgiveness wasn't exactly Catra's thing.  Shadow Weaver had died along with the horrible memories she had made,  ‎but Hordak. . . ?  ‎He was still very much alive.  ‎After the defeat of Horde Prime,  ‎Entrapta often regaled the tale of Hordak bravely saving her by standing up to his big brother,  ‎the listening ears revering and admiring his sudden change of heart.  ‎Catra seemed to be the only one who didn't buy into it,  ‎her suspicion angrily prickling at her fur.

             ❝         you   look   crazy.         ❞

 knees   are   tucked   up   against   his   chest   to   conserve   what   little   warmth   their   icy   apartment   can   offer,   his   figure   shivering   in   the   corner   of   their   living   room   couch.   layers   upon   layers   of   corporate-cut   merch   is   still   somehow   beat   out   by   the   cold,   which   has   only   seemed   to   worsen   in   winter.     if   he   wasn’t   so   preoccupied   with   keeping   himself   from   freezing   solid   he   might   have   the   time   to   be   frustrated   with   how   unbelievably   lively   his   roommate   looks.   it’s   the   first   time   he’s   seen   them   so.   .   .   perky,   to   this   extent.   venomous   tone   is   drowned   out   between   shudders   of   breath   and   chattering   stutters,

           “you really mean it?” oh he was estatic when she said that he could take a look at her weaponry on her suit. his surprised glance turned into that of a giddy child when he took the gauntlets from her hands. “oh man you won’t be sorry mona! i’ll be able to give metalhead some well deserved upgrades thanks to this technology!!” 

     he then ushered her to join him in his lab.