#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.

[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]

@red-in-revolt: Redstrike tilts his head and then grins, leaning in to smile up at Bumblebee. "Want some help? I think the humans have a saying about more hands making for lighter work. Besides... I hate to see you so worn out. It makes your pretty doorwings droop."

"Thanks, but I should be ok. Can't ask someone to go do infrastructure surveys and supply runs when they're on my queue."

His optics go wide before Bee tries to hide his face. Unexpected compliments about his frame always manage to fluster him...

"Y-Yeah, um. I'll. Uh. Don't worry about it."

[helicrazy]

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"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? "

[aircommndr]

What about mouthy autobot medics who don't judge and come bearing moonshine? -Codeblue

"You had me at moonshine. "

[virtute-praeditum]

What about Autobot egomaniacs whit a sense of humor? - Codeblue

"I hope none of my Autobots qualify to be called anything beyond arrogant, as no ego should be placed above one's companions... But I do appreciate a sense of humor."

[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.

[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!"

[mnemoiisms]

Spyder, Codeblue, and Redstrike for the conjunx, frag, and kill game

ASK GAME: AMICA, CONJUNX, DEACTIVATE

"Conjunx Spyder, for sure. Amica Redstrike, I see plenty of benefits. Unfortunately, that leaves Codeblue for deactivation. Our date was nice, but, can't trust a fellow mnemosurgeon"

[alacritysparked]

@red-in-revolt: Codeblue smiles but there's something mischievous behind his optics. "Oh, yeah. I can see that. Makes sense." He says, nodding before gestures for Bumblebee to come closer. "Hey can you come here for a minute? There's something I need a little help with."

Bumblebee doesn't hesitate, joining Codeblue with a curious head-tilt. "Of course, what do you need?"

[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