#red-in-revolt

[lord-overlips]

The next time Overlord returns to his habsuite, Redstrike is there. Not so much waiting for him as sleeping on his berth. Covered in places by smudges of paint in different shades. when Overlord enters his optics flicker online and he lazily yawns before giving the larger bot a grin. "Before you ask, I needed a place to hide out after I nearly got caught reliving my street-artist days."

What a lovely surprise! Overlord is all too happy to see his gorgeous little dom- er... friend. Special friend? MH... yes. Special friend.

"My dear... what a pleasure to see you!" The big bot near skips towards the berth, wriggling up next to Redstrike and wasting no time snuggling up against him. There was a little frown at the paint but Overlord was happy enough to see the other that he paid it no mind.

"And how is my precious little Shnooky Wooky?"

"Can I give you a backrub? A pede rub? Can I make you a sandwich?" He wriggled around the berth, overexcited, nuzzling at Redstrike with a giggle.

[viciousbite]

@red-in-revolt continued from xXx

The noises and lights attracted Darkfang to wander into the building. A bar? A club? Bots enjoyed themselves, drinking oddly colored liquids. A scent unknown to his sensors, as his forked glossa flicked at the air. His attention caught by the movements of familiarity. Dancing, elegant, smooth, fluid. Golden optics stared, unable to look away. His spark ached oddly, due to old memories from a past long discarded.

When the movements stopped, he shook his helm, hissing quietly, causing a passing Mech to raise an optic ridge at him. Darkfang quickly sped past them, and towards the bar counter, but before he managed it, his tail got snatched by the very Mech who captured his optics a moment earlier. By instinct the Snake's back plates puffed up and he snapped his helm towards the red one. Fangs bared and a deep hiss passed out from his intake.

His words confused him, he didn't know this one. Did he mistake him for another? There's no one like him, wait, why did this bot have scale shaped platings like him? No time to process, must defend himself. It must be some kind of attack, and no, no one dares to touch his tail in such a way.

Within a few kliks of hissing and of confused expressions, his optic ridges furrowed. Then came the claws, tail coiled and twisted within the Mech's before he pounced towards him. Hoping to tackle him down onto the seating, servos clawing and grabbing at his chassis while his denta snapped down at his arm plating.

Not the Darkfang he knew, this one, ran on instinct, with no hesitation to bite. The other odd part? He didn't speak, he growled and hissed like a beast, with his vocal box glitching and popping occasionally.

[123mirage]

"Mirage, have you been calling me 'baby girl' to your gaggle of friends?" -Redstrike

He's got a cheeky grin, "maybe."

[mnemoiisms]

"You're not gonna dress up?! But Spyder said he was gonna ask if you could come with us when we go trick or treating!" Web complains, his brother looking absolutely pouty about the whole thing.

Oh, he will absolutely dress up for Spyder once the twin's head home.

"I am afraid I haven't exactly had time with work to go find or buy a costume. I assumed I would be the scary lantern with my window" He shrugs with a little tap of his chassis.

Oh, no. The pouts.

"How about, I give you both a special mission to find me the spookiest costume? You two look like very experienced trick or treaters"

[alacritysparked]

A completely cybernetic goat is pawing at the door to the munitions storage space.

"How the f-- wait, get away from there! Here goat-y goat-y goat-y, don't you want a...week-old rust stick? That's a lot better than guns!"

[helicrazy]

💬

Send a ‘💬’ to catch a glimpse of a memory my muse has.

"I have to tell you something."

Vortex continues playing with a colorful cube he grabbed from First Aid's desk in his workplace. He's sitting across from him with his legs propped up and crossed in the corner of the table, distracted by this puzzle game he can never figure out.

"Vortex." First Aid sighs as he places the datapad he's holding down. He almost reaches out to grab the cube from Vortex until he speaks up.

"You know if you need to say something it's better if you just rip the plating off and get it out." The copter replies while he still fidgets with the cube, although when he doesn't hear the medic speak up he finally takes his sight off the puzzle to peer over to them. His helm tilts to the side as he watches First Aid stare a hole into his desk. "Are you breaking up with me?"

"Wha-" The red mech stumbles his words before looking at the copter. "No! It's-" He sighs rubbing his helm with a servo and peering away for a moment before returning his attention. "I'm joining the Lost Light before it leaves Cybertron... again."

The Combaticon throws his helm back laughing and stops when noticing First Aid's expression hasn't changed. "You can't be serious." He responds, disappointed as he moves his legs off the table to turn and face the medic. "Why? To chase that dumb rumor of finding Knights?" Vortex questions while placing the cube on the desk.

"It's more than that." As First Aid speaks he reaches out to take the puzzle from Vortex and places it back on the display it normally stays on. "They need more medics, Ratchet is there and-"

"What about me?"

Silence fills the room as the two stare at each other. One with a determined look while the other felt like they were gambling their choices on what to say.

"You could join." The red and white mech finally speaks up, knowing well enough it's not the answer Vortex is looking for. "The others can too."

"On a ship, full of Autobots?" He vents out with a huff. "Yeah, I'll pass. I know that Magnus mech is there and he'd arrest all of us simply for existing, and don't even get me started on Megatron." The teal copter places his servos on the desk as he gets up, but his arm is grabbed before he can turn away.

"Hey, wait..."

"Aid there's nothing you can say or do that'll change my mind." Vortex declares while grabbing the medic's servo to remove it. "I refuse to participate in that pointless pursuit while in a ship where I'll have to watch over my shoulder the entire time."

"Vortex I-"

The Combaticon places a claw against First Aid's lip. "Don't. You made your decision." He pulls his servo away and turns to make his way to the exit. The door slides open and he's unable to look back as he knows he'd be met with that look of distress on their face. "I'll be here when... if you come back." Vortex steps through the door while stating his last bit. Unfortunately for the medic, it's not those three little words everyone likes to hear.

"Take care of yourself First Aid."

[seacrestseacon]

✏️ - pencil

Send in ✏️ and I’ll use this (improved) incorrect quote generator featuring both our muses!

Redstrike: Thought I was meowing back at my cat for the past hour, but it was just me and Seacrest meowing at each other from different rooms in the house.

Redstrike: That's it, I'm cutting off the internet! Seacrest: No, please don't! I have a family to feed! Redstrike: Redstrike: What? Seacrest: I need to feed my Neopets!

Seacrest: Do you want a drink? Redstrike: I could go for some appy slices right now. Seacrest: With a little peanut butter to dip them in? Redstrike: FUCKING OF COURSE I WANT PEANUT BUTTER SEACREST!

[sonicdiaz]

“…I trusted you…”

@red-in-revolt

[galaxyshuttle]

When Deepspace next returns to his home there is a 90 foot long dragon mech with six optics. He lifts his head as Deepspace enters and purrs in Redstrike's voice. "Hello Deepspace, I was hoping that like this we could...perhaps hang out on a more equal level."

He closes the door instantly for a moment. Shuttering his optics as he processes what he'd just seen before slowly opening the door again and leaning to the side to look at the ... coiled serpent in his living room.

"...... Do I want to know if you've been able to do this the whole time you've been tiny and puddled in my servos for 'the warms'?"

[13urningstars]

"I believe, my dear, that this implies a high degree of compability. How interesting. Care to explore it further?" -Batgotti

She can't help the curious head tilt paired with a raised brow at his forwardness. Its not often that she's on the receiving end.

" That depends, is this you trying to ask me out on a date? "

[scientificmicroscope]

A glitchgoat has somehow made his way into Quark's workspace. It is also currently eating one of his datapads.

"CODE MATTEL! CODE MATTEL!"

"Activate the incinerator protocol. Burn urn the whole lab to the ground. We cannot have contaminated and escape!"

[lord-overlips]

@red-in-revolt for the ➳ spoil of war ask

It had been exciting at first, the beginning of what promised to be a very fun evening. The autobot had cuffed him, promised him all manner of pleasures.... and then.... lights out. Right when things were getting really good, really kinky! An inhibitor was slapped on his helm, visual feed, sound, hearing, all of it knocked offline. Just darkness. He didn't even feel his own frame crash against the floor.

He'd wake some hours, maybe days later, groggy, helm pounding, sensors slowly onlining. There was...something.... frag. Were the cuffs still on? And- something else? More restraints? He couldn't seem to move much at all... and his frame fragging ached, locked in the same position for pit know how long.

There was a shape in front of him.... blue and white... what was that? Overlord blinked a few times, staring hard and resetting his optics. Oh! A Mech! He wasn't sure whether to hug them or punch them, unable to do either with the restraints on him.

"Mrrr....gaaaaah...." He so eloquently put, drooling a litte and staring into space.

[viciousbite]

@red-in-revolt replied: Welp. Redstrike knows a trap when he sees one. But he's always been the type to spitefully accept a challenge. So flop goes one snake atop of the other.

An audible oof came out of the Snake's intake. Scrap, no trapping another snake. Darkfang tried anyway, he wiggled and coiled around the smaller Snake, and chomped down at his helm. Get consumed-- If succeeded, he's gonna hold his helm within his jaws.

[mnemoiisms]

🍊- for Spyder (I can see him handing it to Trepan without actually thinking about it)

SEND ME AN 🍊 AND I'LL TELL YOU IF MY MUSE WOULD PEEL AN ORANGE FOR YOUR MUSE

If Trepan bought the orange, he would peel it for Spyder,

If Spy just handed him an orange, he would just hold it cause he's not sure ... why

[alacritysparked]

"What if you bought our cookies? No seriously. What if? We have Golden Crunch and Lithium Chip!" -Web and Weaver

"Hmm, I can't decide...what if I buy one of each?"

[helicrazy]

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𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

↕️are they a sub, dom, or switch? top, bottom, or switch?

Switch! He's okay with either as it all depends on the partner and what they want to do/ explore. He's all up for experimenting.

🔢what’s their body count?

Very high. Oh you mean sexually? Yeah, it's likely up there being over millions of years old and all. xD