#unknownsoldiers

[ghostlyvisage]

Ghostspire is handed a bottle of wine. Probably not as nice as he’s used to but Lieutenant’s not exactly a connoisseur; he just aimed for the same year.

Give my muse an item and see how they react!

He looks at the green mech for a very long moment before taking the bottle. A new person giving him things was... Not the safest.

But he cracks it open, grabs two glasses and pours them out. And gives one to him.

"In the habit of giving random mechs booze?"

[trustme-imamedic]

Local Decepticon scoops up Autobot medic to steal him away from productivity for a medical emergency: he is low in vitamin U

He wasn't doing anything too important— well not anything he couldn’t redo later anyhow. He was recording a video for the students and was none the wiser to Lieutenant coming to get him "Though the mechanics of it all is inferior a great handful of our population has—" to his surprise he was soon scooped up, Pharma ragdolling backwards in Lieutenant’s arms trying to keep his helm in view of the video "-this technology within them ANDITIMPORTANTTHAT—" But he wasn't quick enough, Lieutenant had hauled him away from his desk.

Pharma sits up right, hands rest on Lieutenant’s shoulders "What's wrong? Have the repair mecha already came?" Though he was certain it was something himself and Clutch could have done.

[heligooddeals]

@unknownsoldiers

Send 🚪 for our muses to get stuck in an elevator together (Lieutenant) BAD SITUATIONS: STARTERS

Blackguard inhaled deeply, exercising all of her ventilation pathways by rushing the stagnant air through the entirety of her system. It wasn't a relieving exercise, especially since the dead-air couldn't offer any cooling for her frame, but it did help to calm her nerve some and ground her mind back into the moment again. Anymore, she was all too quick to let her mind wander off into work, getting wrapped up and twisted in all the nuances and annoyances of politics.

But then again, as she came back to the reality right in front of her and was met with a rather... interesting choice of music inside the ascending elevator she started to second guess her choice of mindfulness. Maybe getting lost in work thoughts would be more merciful than this recording.

As the elevator eases its way to a stop on another floor, she briefly considers getting off just to escape the music. Walking isn't so bad and the sights around the mall could prove to be more calming than the inside of this box.

Then, the doors slide open to let in the other patron and she sees him.

(x)

"Lieutenant?"

[shiningsilverarmor]

@unknownsoldiers , @trustme-imamedic

Legends say a human once defined eighties Earth timeline history with one simple act to win over the love of their life. Because of this, many have followed suit to do the same to many of loves as well. Silverblade, on the other servo chose to bring TWO loves of green and red... together on this eventful cycle--- with the boombox player raised over his helm.

♫ IN YOUR EYES ~! ♫

[voraciouslyindulgent]

@unknownsoldiers / [x]

Casually rolling up some newspaper in his hands if he needs it to whack the tank. "It is likely. Sparks can vary from the light spectrum, and texture that shapes them depending on if they are harvested from the planet's crust or merged between two sparks. The multiverse must certainly affect each in such a way that all have their own unique way to code where the originate from."

Tarn canted his head, the gesture curious though perhaps partaken with a hint of good-natured teasing in mind. "I did not know you were a connoisseur in cuisine of sparks, Lieutenant. Have you been keeping secrets from me?" There was a visible twinkle of amusement in the tankformer's optics, even as he spared a glance for the newspaper in Lieutenant's hands.

[unicronnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnom]

@unknownsoldiers

( IF YOU'RE ALREADY DEAD, BEST NOT TO WASTE. )

( BEING PROPERLY SPICED IS AN HONORABLE END TO ONE'S PHYSICALITY. )

[mnemoiisms]

✏️ 😤

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

Trepan: That was a joke. Say ha. Lieutenant: Ha. Trepan: Now do it again. Lieutenant: Ha. Trepan: Congratulations, you are officially the life of the party.

Trepan: Lieutenant... Lieutenant: I can tell by the tone of your voice that you are disappointed. Alas, I must further disappoint you by affirming how little I give a fuck.

Trepan: I'm bored, any suggestions? Lieutenant: Sleeping is nice. Trepan: I acknowledge your suggestion, and I’m deciding to ignore it.

[polyhexianchicken]

$20 to make Pharma stinky

"DEAL."

Takes the money before the other can take it back.

[photobombingcryptid]

You’d think you are safe under thick foliage or under construction where flying would be impossible.

Wrong. He will parkour. He moves so efficiently as if obstacles are an afterthought.

You’d think you are safe in caves and tight spaces.

Wrong. He has no fear of tight spaces. He will crawl after you.

[bountyhxnter]

Lockdown groans when he is taken down, Lieutenant was much sturdier than he looks. He has to fight his reflexes of wanting to dig that sharp hook deep into Lieutenant's thigh, in turn causing him to just smack him with it. Cans and bags fall off the shelves on the wall to the floor, some busting and getting ingredients everywhere. That arm then goes up to block whatever barrage of claws Lieutenant was about to try and swipe him with, his left hand balling into a fist he was just about to clock the mech right in the side of the helm from his position on the floor but something caught his optic and it stopped before it even swung- Lockdown rolls his helm to the side to see Pharma standing on the third to last step of the staircase in their pent house- arms crossed over broad chest Pharma was glaring daggers into the two mechs, a look that could absolutely kill, red pede tapping the floor unamused. "Fuck." Lockdown curses under his breath. He looks back up to Lieutenant with wide red optics, both of them caught red handed Lockdown gives Lieutenant a push. "Get off of me."

Lieutenant’s vents hiss after slamming into the wall as he bites back any further noises. He would have yelled, cried out, but he kept it at bay. The impact still hurt intensely, which only got worse as Lockdown pushed further against him.

His claws unsheathed, as he grasped into Lockdown’s forearms to force him off. At least just enough to slam his helm into the muscle car’s so he could grasp him by the waist and tackle him to the ground. If he had been close enough, he would have started grabbing appliances from the kitchen counter to use on Lockdown. Alas, he would have to make due with his claws as soon as he gets up from pinning down the bounty hunter.

[forgedcold]

96 for Spotify 🔍👀

Send me a number 1-101, I will embarrass myself with my emo music for you.

Boomer you're still alive - also this is a sexy song. A cover. An example of my bad taste. Please don't remember me by this.

[ghostlyvisage]

be honest... did you actually delete those pictures?

Meme/Open

"Yes, actually. I don't make it a habit of keeping... that on my person. One the legal ramifications of that are horrendous, two... I really, really don't want porn of you or Pharma." He gives a dramatic shutter, armor rattle and all.

"Really, with how much you two go at it you could take videos sell it for a good chunk of shanix."

[trustme-imamedic]

⊹ ๑ 

Fluffy Friday Meme (Giving Edition)

Send me symbol a for my muse to:

⊹ Kiss them awake ๑ Stroke them awake

Whether Lieutenant wanted to admit it or not, some of those sleeping bunny sounds certainly sounded alot like snoring to Pharma. Fortunately for Pharma it was usually just because Lieutenant's allergies.

Pharma looks over to the big green Decepticon sprawled out on their berth, blankets wrapped about his leg and strewn everywhere along with the pillows that he was partially hiding under. The mech's bron-toe twitches along with one of those fins, he must be waking himself up a bit not able to vent correctly. Hopefully that will make Pharma's task of waking him up easier. The medic flips Lieutenant over like a big floppy pancake, allowing the vents on his back to access air too but it didn't help any. Pharma crawls on from the bottom of the bed and the middle of those big pedes that were dangling a bit off the edge even though there was all of this bed to lay on. Pharma starts up his purring already, crawling himself over Lieutenant, the top of that red pede rubs up against the soft beans on the bottom of that brontopede, a blue servo gliding up Lieutenant's back squeezing his shoulderblade before digits slip into one of those vents "Lieutenant-" Pharma chimes as he leans down into his audial, placing a kiss or two there and hovering there. "You need to wake up and take your medicine,"

Those digits curl into the vent, kneading at what he held as he gave the mech a few more kisses.

[heligooddeals]

[x]

"You're not wrong about the perspective change." Although Rigel never verbalized it, Blackguard had seen how much more somber her boy attitude became whenever he talked about rebuilding efforts, politics, and ushering in changes to society. It was good prep for him, for whatever he intended to do back in his home timeline. She hoped it would be enough too in the end, and that it would keep him safe from any manipulators who'd try to use him as a puppet again.

"Reddy actually took over my business, if you can believe it." She says with all the fondest in the world and then some, her visor shining brilliantly with a loving 'smile'. "After I started getting tangled up with my new responsibilities and fell behind on my other work, he picked up the slack and then eventually took it all over. I still help him out once in a while whenever he needs the guidance, but he's calling the shots for Black Matter now. Can you believe it?"

"Ah!" She trilled, realizing the gap of information just a little too late. That seemed like such old news to her at this point that it was easy to forget not all of her friends were aware of the development. But-- Gods, had it really been that long since they'd last seen each other..? Or did she just get too wrapped up in all the political business to keep everyone informed?

It was hard to say. Most likely though, if she had to take a guess at it, the answer was a mix of the two.

"Yes, I'm apparently a councilor now!" And Lieutenant could hear just how excited she was about that in all the forced laughter she was doing, just to break tensions for a second. "I was vocal enough about my opinions and concerns that they made a seat, just for me. So, now all my complaining is considered work and not just harassment.

"It is.. slow and exhausting sometimes though." She hummed, not quite in amusement or in sadness, but something more passive. Like it was an observational note, even though she was speaking about her own life. "Rigel started taking up a secretary position for me whenever he has spare time and he found delayed paperwork on authorizing energon dispensaries almost right away. It was embarrassing."

[shiningsilverarmor]

@unknownsoldiers , @trustme-imamedic

...sniff sniff.

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SNIFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

---WAS THAT LOVE HE SMELT?

[voraciouslyindulgent]

@unknownsoldiers

New Kaon on the cusp of night was a sight worthy of praise by the Vosian poets of old. Swathes of gold and crimson faded to the dawning stars, a last cry for triumph before darkness would overtake them. But New Kaon was never dark, not anymore. Fuel was not yet plenty, but there was enough, at last, to sustain a growing, thriving city. They could now afford the luxury of a glittering cityscape that did not slumber.

Tarn had once been fond of Vosian poetry, a time during which he'd had many hours to dwell on text meant to fill a page. Excess had been easily afforded then, and he hadn't known its true cost.

Content for the while, he thought of his associates and comrades, Decepticons and the rare Autobots he'd once known yet overlooked due to his work. Nostalgia was a difficult fiend to overcome once it's reared its helm. The tankformer sifted through his contacts, and extended his greetings to a few of them before coming across a frequency he hadn't used for several years. Curious of how his old friend fared, he sent a polite ping, and attached a text message to his hail.

[text] Pardon my sudden attempt at communications, and forgive my tardiness in a conversation long overdue. How are you, my dear Lieutenant? I hope you have not forgotten me. This is Tarn of the Decepticon Justice Division of New Kaon. All hail the Empire. We'd had many stimulating encounters before.