#viciousbite

[voraciouslyindulgent]

@viciousbite asked: -insert the meme icon to finding him next to a dead body here- //from Darkfang

Send ⚠ to find my muse next to a dead body

Beauty lived most vibrantly in the dying shrieks of a spark. The terror, the rage, the wordless pleas - none begged more desperately for life than on the precipice of oblivion. Tendrils of pure energy lashed and fought in whips of blinding light, screams unheard by all but the one plucking the strings. His own spark trembled with anticipation, pushing against the confines of its chamber. It felt too full, too hot, a smoldering burn nearly painful. Tarn wondered, a stray thought, if it would leap from his frame had he submitted to its desires and bared himself to its feast.

"Like the sun, how pristine it shines upon his light." He orated in a soft, gentle murmur, the libretto of a grand opera much adored. "Most sincere he was, yet betrayal he has committed to his most devout."

The mech below him, a dissenter who'd dared to threaten the peace of a triumphant Empire, let out an agonized cry, the jarring noise laced with static. Broken digits grasped for his mask, for his throat, but the grip was weak as energon bled a hefty pool across the ground. Upon the moon of a distant planet, hidden in the alleyway of a transport hub, Tarn sang the last notes of his hunt, and allowed his spark to gorge for the first time in years.

"Torn he was from his most beloved, from this world, by his own sword." The mech's life sputtered and flickered beneath him, stolen by force as his spark, its light barely visible through the seams of his armor, claimed consumption and ate its fill. "Truer oaths than his have never been sworn. None was purer." He sighed, shivering. "More loved...was no other."

The mech's hands fell limply, splattering in the puddle of energon faintly glowing. His plating dulled, mouth agape but lax, as Tarn completed his recitation. The last ribbon of energy seeped through his chassis, slipping between crevices to be taken by the insatiable hunger within him. With audible clicks, his armor closed snugly, and sealed his spark.

Overwhelmed still by the encounter, Tarn sat atop the corpse, kneeling on the wet, muddy ground. Intoxicated, his ventilation hummed a constant stream of heat, fuel pump a steady, thudding beat inside him. Stowed away in the dark, he didn't suspect anyone would discover him, or that an onlooker might be present. Oblivious, he waited for the rush to abate, optics dim and gaze unseeing.

[galaxyshuttle]

Well, that just won’t do. Having this little fella lounging here was a risk to all parties. He could get hit sprawled in the sun like that, and someone could lose control serving to avoid the blob of fauna.

Which means the unassuming shuttle is just going to very gently work servos under the little snooze noodle, trying to gently gather it up and supporting as much of the body as he can. If you try to slither, you get to play infinity hand of always interchanging his servos so you don’t just plap right off his palm to the floor.

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[photobombingcryptid]

Continued from X

@viciousbite

He was forever thankful he'd mastered the art of a poker face ever since his forging day. The only visible reaction he offered was blinking a few times and shifting his optics to glance at an empty space next to Darkfang.

"That wasn't very smooth." He eventually commented as he got closer to the edge of the rooftop to sit down at its very edge.

"Anyway, I'm a helicopter. You'd be surprised how much you can see from several hundreds of meters above the ground." He lit up a long, slim cigarette, taking a long drag. "And predictably, I got curious what you were doing."

Blaze took a lazy look down at the body resting on the lower platform of the building.

"What was their deal?" His helm then tilted towards Darkfang, posing with the same question.

"And what is yours? You're not a regular performer, are you?"

[captainseamech]

... no one tell him he's actually warm.

[arcanescholxr]

Continued from here

Dwight didn’t mean to tag along, if anything, he wanted to be far away from any sort of fighting. Not that Dwight would even be useful in combat. His only skill was plant magic and unless he could find a way to garden a mech to death, then he was a sitting duck. Sometimes being caught in the crossfires couldn’t be helped. Optimus made sure to lower Dwight to safety before the rest engaged in battle. So the witch hid behind a rock and waited for the eventually bridge to open up for him to take him back to base. That was the plan until Dwight found himself cornered by a mech, and it wasn’t an Autobot.

Before Dwight could scream or call for a help, a large golden tip pressed against his lips, effectively silencing him. Dwight already felt sweat start to bead at his forehead and a slight tremble in his legs. It was hard to muster up a brave face. The existence of alien robots was an easy pill for Dwight to swallow since he was constantly in the hands of Autobots. But now Dwight was in the claws of a Decepticon, and it made him very aware of just how frightening a mech could truly be.

Dwight’s heart dropped to his stomach when the Mech mentioned the Nemesis. That was all it took for Dwight to start struggling pathetically in the servos of the giant mech. His eyes darted around frantically for any sign that one of the bots noticed what was happening and they’d come to his rescue. But alas, the sounds of battle confirmed to Dwight that his friends were neck deep in a fight and they didn’t notice a Decepticon walking off with their human friend. Even if Dwight screamed, he was certain his voice would be muffled from the sounds of fighting.

Dwight wiggled in the mech’s grip as much as he could, which proved to be useless. From the way that he was being held, he couldn’t summon his staff and try using that to fend off his attacker.

Dwight struggled against the digits that prevented him from both moving or speaking. When he felt the mech’s optics on him, Dwight shot back a nasty look, despite the fear in his bones. He shot a look that he hoped expressed his distaste of the Mech and the situation. One that screamed, ‘I hope you become scrap metal!’

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[altruistic-sunshine]

@viciousbite Darkfang is gonna stare at the liquid with curiosity before attempting to stick his digit into it.

"A- ah ah! Basta! Do you want a cup?"

Those claws are getting slapped away by Anon alongside a chiding wag of his index finger, the small mech giving him an incredulous look. So unsanitary! He'll pour him a sips worth to try it at least.

"It's hot, careful."

[quantumlogician]

❝ Oh, look at you, you poor, poor thing, you’re hurt. ❞ He's being sarcastic. — @viciousbite

It was unclear how the injuries came about. Between the avalanche, the encroaching crossfire, or plainly being dusted and discarded by his own forces, Soundwave carried the burden of too many bullets as he sectioned into some wall to host his weight. A servo nursing his side until his nanites could repair the most superficial lattice over even the deepest wounds that bit into his waist and a thigh.

However, his manual efforts at repair were interrupted by a purring taunt. A soft up-tilt of his visor, vision blotted by hairline cracks and splattered energon, he faced this unseen beast in his tactical blindness.

[ Go away. ] He spat through the distort of his vocoder. His working hand moved from the major wound in search of the hilt of his proton-blaster, digit curled, ready, on the trigger.

[voraciouslyindulgent]

@viciousbite

Darkfang: "According to this Earth thing called 'internet'... Ah, a human flesh suit."

"I am both disgusted and bewildered. What use would I have for a suit of human flesh when I can easily use my holoavatar?"

[galaxyshuttle]

How the scrap is he gonna--? He's climbing the shuttle, using one servo and his pedes and tail. There, servo length. His occupied servo, carrying a small bag, was soon emptied upon Deepspace's servo. A bundle of small cybersnakes, three in total. Have fun, cause quickly as it was done, Darkfang hopped off and ran away without explanation.

Wait...

Is he now Sire to some noodles?!

[photobombingcryptid]

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There was a certain charm to abandoned buildings. More so with entire complexes having been left to rust and rot and to be picked apart by stragglers looking to get lucky.

What once had served a purpose, was now a ghost of its former glory. Be it factories, hospitals or research centers, it all must come to an end someday.

But what was there anything left to do after every copper wire and anything valuable had been turned to scrap?

People like Blaze step in who found value in what others turned a blind eye to.

Archives, personal files, photos, documents and anything left behind in drawers or unnoticed in shelves.

That, that was what lured Blaze in these dust-caked environments.

He had always found it rather peaceful. He liked solitude as he explored on his own terms. He'd found out his processor could afford to switch off, forgetting his greater worries about his life. It was a form of meditation.

Even then, he'd never claimed his odd career came without any risks.

The possibility of someone else lurking in these long dark hallways was never zero...

[captainseamech]

Tap tap, on the shoulder. When attention gained, flops a squirming lil servo sized cybersnake into his servos. No explanation given, and Darkfang is running off.

             Was High Tide confused as to why there’s now a tiny cybersnake in his servos? Well, sure he was, but he was double confused as to why Darkfang did that. Huh.

             “Why... hey there buddy.” Regardless of the reason, he wasn’t afraid. He even let the noodly creature slither between his digits with a smile in his faceplate. “Aren’tcha a pretty thing.”

[arcanescholxr]

KISS or SLAP + Darkfang

Send KISS or SLAP + name to see if my muse would kiss or slap said character.

“Could a slap even affect you? I feel like if I tried slapping you, it would hurt my hand considering what you’re made out of.” Dwight grouches.

“…you can get a kiss if you bring me something other than cereal.”

[pushspacetocontinue]

♡

Found Family is one of my absolute favourite tropes of all time.

[suckmybearings]

@viciousbite

Wheeljack: 21' Darkfang: 30'

[shiningsilverarmor]

@viciousbite

Two ways that could go with Beastie and Feral!Dark bonding:

One:

The constant bickering and fighting with Beastie trying to teach danger noodle to PROPERLY HUNT and danger noodle just being noodle.

Two:

Endgame of Beastie having/adopting Darkfang into his pack~

[lovexpotion]

" just a little more. you can take a little more, can't you? ❜ //Darkfang. if you want. can be his big self or a holo form. <3

&. 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

Darkfang was always full of surprises it seems. Indulging in certain desires was harder with him, considering the massive size difference between the two. Dwight was so little that there was a big chance he could split him in half or squash him. Darkfang’s tongue was satisfying and brought Dwight to pleasure, but there was still that itch that sometimes a tongue couldn’t scratch. That’s when Dwight discovered that bots had forms they used to disguise themselves as humans. It didn’t take long for the two to indulge in their desires.

Dwight does his best to maintain his volume, bringing a hand up to stifle his moans. How scandalous it would be if the warship knew that the little human was putty in the hands of a Decepticon. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to his limit. Darkfang already brought him to pleasure with his massive tongue, but now that he was like this, it was driving Dwight crazy. The witch came once already and when Dwight thought it was done. Then Darkfang started up again and a shuddering noise came from him. Darkfang purred in his ear, encouraging the human that he could keep going.

“Oh gods-!” Dwight moans as he tries to silence himself, his face a crimson red that reaches up to his ears.