#frostbittenfemme

[helicrazy]

@wild-at-spark

Loneliness begins to creep up on Viktor as the days go by. It hadn't been long since his squad got deployed on a mission, but to him, it felt like months had already passed by. He should be saying his old platoon, except he feels a burning sensation of betrayal in his chest any time he tries to refer to them as such. They're still his brothers at the end of the day, no matter what. He simply can't take the pain of watching them all leave, knowing he can't join them anymore.

Fuck it, he needs a drink and not what he currently has in his fridge. He craves something powerful and scrambles to find any bills he can scavenge for a trip to the bar where he's a known regular. After putting his mask on with LED lights on the visor and spikes on the bottom half, he gets a ride from public transport to take him there.

When Viktor arrives, he approaches the bartender and taps the counter a couple of times to announce his presence. "Hey Joe, the usual for me at my table." He greets the man while the mask makes the '^^' expression.

"So, she with you then?" The bartender asks, causing the mask's visor to turn into question marks before peering at the table.

Seeing it occupied by someone he's never met, he side glances toward Joe. "No. Be right back." Viktor answers, then makes his way to the table where a blond woman is peacefully enjoying her drink. Unfortunately, that won't last for long as it's something he refuses to let slide. Hell, everyone practically knew that in here. What gives her the right?

Viktor places one hand, almost roughly, on the table and waves with his other. "Excuse me miss..." He addresses her in a friendly tone that becomes slightly deeper as he continues. "You are currently in my favorite spot here, and I kindly ask that you fuck off from it."

[photobombingcryptid]

"Blazey! Yoohoo! Yknow you're a mil-" Her sentence is interrupted by a hiccup.

"A mil-" Interrupted by another hiccup, and then another.

The medic frowns, proceeds to punch her own chest to stop the hiccups then look at Blaze. "A MILF!" She exclaims.

He doesn't recall ever seeing Wild this drunk. Hell, he can't even remember if he had ever seen her drink.

Blaze patiently waits for whatever Wild wants to blurt out and she is met with a wordless answer - blinking.

After a few seconds, Blaze's optic ridge raises in slight confusion.

"A what?"

[altruistic-sunshine]

:: I saw your advert for cooking.. and well frankly I can't remember the last time I had a proper cooked meal. So I would really appreciate your services.::

::Goodness- it's spark-breaking to know how common such a thing is, you're not the first to tell me this- Is it time that you're missing to prepare food, or even just to simply sit down and eat?::

[gladiatorspxrked]

"I'd totally fuck you."

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A smirk immediately grew over her derma and she gave Wild a wink before taking a seat, patting her lap, and crocking her digit toward her.

"What're you waiting for?"

[shiningsilverarmor]

'For Alpha when he longs for warmth' Reads the tag on the gift.

Inside is a black fur pelt to keep him warm on even the coldest of nights, it comes with some clasps so he can turn it into a thicker cape if he needs it.

Maybe, just maybe.. it was just the pelt; claws smoothing through the smoothness, even lifting it to his derma and face, pressing in the new aroma.

Or how when in reality it was him getting, feeling... softer because of them it.

Thank you..

[twcwheeler]

closed starter for @frostbittenfemme !

Carefully, she stepped out, now standing by the trainstop as the strong gush of departing vehicle brushed her wings. It all felt... surreal. Just being outside while others were starting their early dance class. It was hard to comprehend or believe... or was it just, hard to accept?

She felt like aged femme, having to take her time wih things, since each time she had to put pressure over the injured leg it felt awful - putting her off balance. But she wasn't sure which hurt more. The injury... or her pride. Just a day ago, she had looked forward to grand role.

And then... she jumped, and fell.

And the worst ahead. The examination, potential procedure or even adjustment... letting someone get so close and potentially cause discomfort. She still, hadn't gotten over it. Idea terrified her. And each step took her closer to the inevitable. Should she desire to see the stage again.

Last night, she hadn't recharged a bit. She had made plenty of research about Iacon based clinics. Private. The company income and support granted that chance. She at least could take control and make a decision herself, instead of waiting in the lobby to meet... who knows who.

One had indeed caught the dancer's eye. A femme, and aspecialist of trauma type of injuries, even from challenging sorts. Her case should be a piece of cake then, right? For sure someone like her knew how to deal with small stretches and loose bolts, right? Arcee still refused to believe it would be anything worse.

She stops before entrance, as if invisible wall was stopping her from pressing the button. Wings tensed up,and she could clearly feel her spark beat. Then, she hesitatingly presses the bell with a shaking digit.

"...Hello. I... came for an appointment... I'm Arcee..."

[helicrazy]

The Combaticon watches as more snow falls down and grins. Enjoying how his words made her fluster with flurries. He'll have to play around with her ability some other time and see how crazy it can get.

"We're not called Combaticons just for show sweet spark." Vortex claims while slanting a hip to the side. Any of them can put up a good battle, whether it be a simple sparring match to a fight to the death, they can handle themselves extremely well. His rotors twitch again at the comment and hums.

"Oh, I count on it little one." He salutes the femme before turning toward the exit. "I can think of a lot of exciting things to do with you~"

Slowly the severity of the temperature warning on her HUD begins to decrease as the snow finds its resting place on her armour. Wild watches Tex's digits bleed, appreciating the damage she did to them; not bad considering she was holding back.

A draw? Wild lets out a hum, she can accept that.

The medic lets out a quiet 'oh' as Tex lifts her up, simply letting him manhandle her as he moves. "O-oh likewise. It's not often I get such a skilled opponent."

Date? The mere mention of the word makes her spark flip in its casing. She can't tell if he's joking or being serious but it doesn't matter, its enough to cause another poof of snow, adding to the flurry falling down on them. Atleast she's slowly cooling down while making a spectacle of herself.

The medic makes a mental note to work on supressing her powers again. She fears she's become too lax at doing so. Despite mentally berating herself Wild perks up when Tex mentions making it a regular occurrence she makes no attempt at hiding her excitement at that idea.Regular sparring sessions with someone who won't hold back on her? Count her in

"Most definitely, you're a thrilling opponent." She chirps, her optics practically lighting up with joy at the idea. Considering she can't make more of a fool of herself due to her frosty escapades Wild decides to shoot her shot; if Vortex can be so brazen then so can she. "You looking pretty especially while fighting is just a bonus." The medic compliments winking up at the Combaticon.

"As for your statement earlier about keeping me.. buy me dinner first." She purrs. "Then you can see about putting a collar on me." A little smirk graces her lipplates.

[theycallmekaibara]

Cute lil sketch comm for @shiningsilverarmor and @frostbittenfemme 🥰

[polyhexianchicken]

Hubba Hubba

Wow! Finally one that's true!

[helicrazy]

@wild-at-spark

Vortex is always full of surprises. A good example is sending a wounded mech with a message to the medic, making sure it went to her wards, about the location of their next date. There is a knife impaled deeply into the chest and when it gets removed she'll be able to see coordinates engraved into the shaft with Vortex's name and a heart beside it.

The coordinates lead to the Combaticon home outside of Kaon where Vortex prepares the dungeon while waiting for her arrival. It took him some time to find the person he was looking for, and when he finally did he figured to let the femme in on the fun since she helped him when they got kidnapped.

With him busy, Brawl is the one who answers the door after getting the notification that someone is there. However, he is lost when he opens the entrance only to find no one there. The tank looks around expecting to see the visitor, or perhaps some prankster thinking he won't get blasted back to the city.

The Combaticon is about to step back inside to close the door before he hears someone, a very tiny someone, and stops.

"Uh... hello?"

[photobombingcryptid]

❝ careful, i just got that new furniture. ❞

There's a saying that goes around. Something about getting jinxed.

Blaze was reminded of that the very moment he trips over his own pedes during a fit of zoomies, topples over the new couch and leaves a tiny but noticeable tear thanks to one of his claws.

He looks back at it, then at Wild and stampedes out of here.

[altruistic-sunshine]

::I'm sorry to hear that, sounds like a high stress job- you wouldn't be a medic, would you?::

::I merely ask because there's no point in making anything if you can't at least have a little time to yourself to refuel, is there no way you can have an allotted timeframe in the day where you can have say, twenty minutes uninterrupted time to yourself?::

:: I saw your advert for cooking.. and well frankly I can't remember the last time I had a proper cooked meal. So I would really appreciate your services.::

::Goodness- it's spark-breaking to know how common such a thing is, you're not the first to tell me this- Is it time that you're missing to prepare food, or even just to simply sit down and eat?::

[gladiatorspxrked]

[ COLD ]: while walking with the receiver, the sender secretly makes a snowball and throws it at them, initiating a full-on snowball fight.

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Steamtrack had been saying something - possibly about a tree or even decorations they could try to get for the base with the help of the kids - when she felt the first pelt of a snowball against her back.

She blinked, glancing back at Wild with a raised optic ridge and a slowly widening grin on her face, "Oh, is that what we're doing now?"

[shiningsilverarmor]

♥

Doki... doki~?

If we kissed?

[x] Quickie. Since Wild has to go to work fff [] Tongue. [x] Softly bite your lip. [] We wouldn’t. [x] Long and meaningful. [] Let’s hit up the bedroom. [] You remember last time? [x] Awkward… because he'll do a sneeze cause cold lips at first~ [] Lol no.

Would I go out with you? [x] Yes, definitely. [] No. [] I want to, but it wouldn’t work. [] Maybe. [] Nope, you’re like family. [] You’re cute, but probably not. [] Just simply not my type. [] If I knew you better. [x] Already did along with the other pack. [] I don’t know.

If we took a picture together, we’d be… [] Hugging each other. [x] Just chilling. Wild tending to his wounds [] Holding hands. [] Kissing. [] Acting dumb. [x] Normal picture. With a wide teeth smile from Beastie. [x] You holding me from behind. Just Beastie looming over her.

You are… [] Cute/Pretty. [] Good looking. [] Sexy. [x] All of the above. Alpha 2.

You + me + room = … [] Movies. [x] Cuddling. [] Hanging out. [] Kissing. [] Playing games. [] Everything. [] Wouldn’t let you in.

You should… [] Hit me up. [] Be mine. [] Marry me. [x] Reblog this so I can send you a heart. [] be studying

If we got married, I’d… [] Divorce you. [] Make kids. [] Take your money and bounce. [x] Smash every day. And enemies, yes. [] I would cheat on you. [x] Be faithful. [x] Kill- anyone nearing her. [] We wouldn’t

[helicrazy]

The hospital is destroyed. Anything still standing will burn to ash from the flames, leaving nothing but rubble and embers, along with any bodies caught in the inferno. Bruticus is satisfied with the carnage he has caused. He takes a moment to watch the building fall apart from his attack and the enemy scatter about, taking him back to the days during the war when he was allowed to let loose like this.

And Primus does he ever miss it.

The ice wall grabs his attention and he clenches his fists as he turns to it. Why does it feel like he's seen this before? Was he being attacked? A shield from the enemy to prevent him from killing the rest? A futile effort. He glances down to spot the mech sliding toward him and activates his flame thrower with the shuttle thrusters on his right arm.

Bruticus aims the weapon at the mech below and activates it. Flames burst out of the thrusters, melting the enemy's armor and cables incinerating the mech instantly. He then aims for the ice wall burning away the frost and shuts the weapon off to punch through the rest of it.

There. He finds the small blue femme on the other side. Why doesn't she run like the others? Is she an ally?

His visor glows as he looks down, and his helm slants to one side before he aims the cannons down at her and charges them up.

Whoever she is, she's a witness.

And everyone has to die.

Wild peers over the mechs below from her little perch across from the building site, it doesn't take long for the Combaticon's to make their presence known. Yet the little medic can't help but watch in awe as the Combaticons transform and combine; her knowledge and experience of combiners being close to none other than the limited view she had of Dragonstorm formed by the Guardian knights back when she was on Earth.

If Tex ever comes to speaking terms with her again she'll have to pick his brain with some questions about being part of a gestalt to satisfy her curiosity. Her awe is quickly replaced with pain as she can't help but flinch when Bruticus first hits the hospital; an ache tugging at her spark as pieces of debris are sent flying while the dawning realisation that the very last thing that remains of her past; of her life before the war is being destroyed.

Memories of the clinic flood her mind and frost begins to form around her optics, coating them with an icy glaze as she remembers how it used to be; pristine and full of hope and optimism with the familiar smell of disinfectant filling the halls. It smelt sterile but that was always comforting as Wild spent many sleepless nights there. But she also remembers the day she had to evacuate it like it was only yesterday. Decepticons had begun an assault on any and every clinic and hospital in sight; anything to damage the possible recovery of any Autobot forces. It pained her then, watching seekers make their aerial assaults; the smell of smoke and explosives paired with the eruption of bombs hitting the foundation making the building give way.

Part of her wants to look away; not wanting to see all her labour and life's work get demolished, yet the other part of her refuses to look away. Deep down she knows this stopped being her clinic the moment this gang infiltrated what remains of Wild's sanctum. As cathartic as it is watching Bruticus undertake the task at hand, Wild can't help but want to be down there taking part.

Through frosted optics Wild turns her attention to a few mechs as they attempt to flee and for a few moments she lets them, allowing them to get closer to her perch as her servos let off a small blue glow. When the moment is right h Wild raises her servos; manifesting a towering wall of ice to prevent their escape.

Confusion spreads itself amongst the group, with one mech backing up before running at the ice at full speed, crashing into it shoulder first in an attempt to break through. The ice cracks slightly from the impact, prompting him to try again except this time he loses his footing as a slope of ice forms beneath the mechs pedes, sending him sliding straight back within Bruticus' reach.

Wild repeats this action with the others, watching as they desperately try and claw at the ice; anything to stop them from succumbing to the brutal death that awaits them.

"No mercy. No survivors." Wild growls to herself. Everyone must die.

[polyhexianchicken]

She's launching herself at him to tackle him into a hug.

OH SHIT FRAG-

SMACK BANG CRASH