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//I said I was gonna queue responses, but I ended up posting everything right away. (no regrets). I will be mobile bound all day tomorrow (Wednesday), so I doubt any ic replies will come, unless smoll. (I'm visiting my dad.)

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The strands shifted like slithering snakes around the splitting tendril, following each readjusting segment. Moonstone optics brightened in awe, the violet shining and the strands gave a soft pulse, due to the energon running within them. Smooth, with a controllable stickiness to them, as they latched onto each makeshift limb and head of the tendril marionette.

"I have briefly heard about it, about strings moving a puppet from a distance. Controlling it, limb by limb." He admitted, as he gave a wiggle of his digits. The limbs twisted clumsily, and Moonstone readjusted the length of a few to give it more balanced hanging stance.

"My boss told me, if I focused enough, one day I would be able to make my strings near invisible and control a bot from the skies." He paused and lifted two digits up and down, causing the 'legs' of the makeshift marionette lift up and down. "But, it doesn't feel right to control a mech's frame without their will, unless there's a good reason for it." He continued and made the 'puppet' nod its head.

"But this is fun, like a fun little hobby."

Mourningstar observed in pure wonder and awe as the fine strands extruded from Moonstone's digits and intwined with her tendril.

"They're beautiful...~" She cooed, marveling at his display of the ability before giggling at how her tentacle wriggled a bit. "Oh! Hang on... I think..." Her voice gained a thoughtful lilt to it as she concentrated on the singular bound tendril.

It took a bit of effort for her to do it; splitting the single tentacle into branching multiples that looked vaguely humanoid-shaped. One knotted tendril as the head, and five braided ones to form the arms, body and legs. It looked an awful lot like a marionette.

"Have you tried puppetry, Moonstone?" Mourningstar wondered between light-hearted tittering.

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How to make waiting fun? Use it as a plan to make another suffer. Stuck here, in the prison grounds, with them? Sounded like a great time for Accu. He knew Repose would agree, due to it being a long time since a newbie entered the area and what better way to spend your time than hang out with the fresh metal.

"Excuse me, I make a great framepillow, according to Repose." Accu argued back and squeaked quietly when he felt Repose frame tilt and those servos around him adjusted a tiny bit. He hoped Repose didn't awaken straight away due to the jostling against Razorwreck.

For a speedster, Repose weighted quite a bit due to his tall frame and Accu added onto it made him a hefty frame, even with his slim waist. "Must be all those bullets he's carrying in his subspace, but I believe in you, you can do it!" Accu encouraged, as he felt a twitch of digits against the grip of his alt mode.

Oh... Oooh, scrap. .::Wait, Repo, don't online your optics yet! Pretend you're still recharging. Trust me, it's gonna be worth it. ::. A comm message sent straight to Repose from Accu, as a the larger bot felt his processors returning back into awareness.

.::He's trying to carry me, isn't he?::. A return message from Repose to Accu, who held back the chuckles.

Repose held on the position, ignoring the scraping of his pedes, and focused on his remaining sensors instead while his optics remained dark and offline. He had no clue what was going on, but he didn't mind feeling the smaller bot attempting to drag him down the stairs. He'd simply blame him and Accu if he ended up falling over.

But wait, how long was he meant to pretend recharging? Well, he'd wait until they are down the stairs at least.

"If I have to wait a joor that scrapping storm is going to get here before I finish and I'll be stuck here!" This was, despite the evenness of Razorwreck's voice, in fact a giant tragedy that needed to be avoided at all costs. The weather watch had said the storm was predicted to last roughly a deca-cycle or so. He couldn't stand to be grounded for that long!

He retreated a couple steps and set his package down outside of 'accidentally dropped larger bot' range and then moved closer to the two. A frown formed on his face as he looked over the positions. Repose really did look like he was just taking a nap standing up, it was pretty odd.

"I'm moving him downstairs, and if he's still not up we'll try getting you free. You make a terrible framepillow." he stated decisively. It was an awkward place for Repose's glitch to have struck; the confined space of the staircase made it impossible for the ornithopter to use his wings for balance. He braced himself as best he was able and reached up for Repose's shoulders. If he could just lean the sniper down, rest the taller bot's helm on his shoulder, he could probably carry him down backwards. It might leave the other's pedes and lower legs scuffed but that would buff out.

At least gravity would be on his side for this.

"Ugh! How much gear is he carrying?!"

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A shudder coursed through his back plating at the initial scratch by the base, and then traveled up his tail. The tip of it curled and loosely held on an edge of Megatron's helm for support. Darkfang twitched and huffed as if holding back the noises of satisfaction he felt due to the touch.

His finials lightly trembled, and his pedes claws curled tighter as the resistance snapped. Higher his aft went, to push into his larger digits as a long rumbling growl vibrated within his intake. He wanted to get those digits deeper into his seams, literally pushing his whole weight against his frame with knees nearly completely unbent.

He's doomed, doomed by the scratches and rubs, unable to resist the pleasant sensations. He'd beg for more, if his vocals didn't glitch, and end up as no more than happy chirps and tail shudders. "Mrrph."

How curious.. Such a reaction had Megatron's gaze locked on the serpentine mech. Was it instinctual or learned behavior that caused Darkfang to press into the petting in such a beastly manner?

The kneading and near scratching at his own plating went ignored as his focus was on the sight before him. A brow ridge rose when the smaller mech pushed his back end higher and that tail flopped against him. Well, it was oddly entertaining.

With a slight smirk, thick digits skillfully rub and scratch just at the base of that tail, wanting to see just how far Darkfang's enjoyment of the gesture would go.

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The kiss brought warmth to his cheek platings as energon rushed beneath them. Flustered by the kind act, he smiled and gently held her soft body against him. The excitement needed to be contained, he didn't want to squish her or overwhelm her with his EM field, but he felt like he might explode on the spot from how cute and sweet she was.

She could feel an extra warmth upon the surface of his metal, and upon the soft pads of his digits. Like a warm pulsing blanket. His optics glowed brighter as he shifted them downwards to see her nuzzling against him. "Yeah, we can't have them squished into a tiny space." He commented with a happy tone.

Was he really doing this? Leaving his boss, to go on an adventure? Yes, he's doing it, impulsive or not. Well, he'd thought of it, leaving. Something always felt off, but he always pushed it aside and focused on the little things he had besides his work. "And while we wait for this, suit and ship, is there any place in your planet that you'd want to visit?"

Many giggles were let out between her delighted honks as her cheeks were endlessly squished, her little hands resting against his digits. It was nice to be treated with such innocent fascination and warmth. Moonstone seemed to have a way of making her heart flutter and feel fuzzy without even meaning to.

When she was lifted to have his cheek rubbed against hers, she blushed for a moment before laughing and returning the rub, even going so far as to hug his face as best she could while giving him a little kiss on the cheek. Perhaps a bit forward, but it felt natural to do it with how close they were getting already.

"That would be great! I'd definitely prefer not to have them all cramped and uncomfortable." She closed her eyes as she nuzzled at his cheek, still making those delighted sounds. She doesn't remember if she's ever been this happy before.

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The light sensors within the pads pulsed softly, mostly there to sense the texture of another, and the weight. Her hold upon them felt like a gentle tingle and once the pressure of her faceplates pressed along them, Moonstone chuckled softly. How cute, he thought as he carefully curled the tip of his digits to gently rub the pads upon them by the edges of her faceplates.

"My boss occasionally wants me to help catch bots that have been naughty, so I help in restraining them." Or some bots refused help so he needed to be a bit rougher, as his boss said, or they wouldn't listen.

He extended out his free servo in her line of sight, as small panels upon his digits clicked open and a glowing strands of string expelled out of them. With a careful wiggle of his digits, the strands wrapped around one of her tendrils to hold it within their grasps. "See, all caught now." He said playfully and gave the tendril a small lift.

"It's an outlier ability, had it as long as I can remember."

"Aww, that's so nice...!~" Mourningstar cooed, reaching her servos out to gingerly hold one of his.

Gently squishing the pads, the femme was genuinely fascinated by the texture of the body mod. Her red optics grew within their sockets in pure wonder as the tips of her tendrils wagged contentedly. Couple that with Moonstone petting one of them, Mourningstar was absolutely enthralled.

"Oooh! What sort of work?" She inquired, still purring away as she decided to press her face against the soft pads.

Feeling any alternate texture besides metal was such a treat for the femme. Whether it was lush organic grass, silk fabric, velvet, or squishy gel... It was fascinating to feel something different in a world made of metal.

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The sniper riffle rattled in Repose's grip, in an attempt to squirm his way out, but alas, stuck like melds. "What's the fun in that, eh?" Accu continued to tease the bot, finding it amusing that the bot took his words with a hint of seriousness. If there was a specific word for Repose's recharge glitches, he'd take full advantage of that, but unfortunately, predicting them came with difficulty.

Another rattle of plating, and partial transformation, with one pede kicked out of his rifle shape, Accu continued in his attempt to pry Repose's digits off him. "The one hurting more here is, probably me, due to how clingy this guy is." Accu huffed and squeaked as the hold tightened.

His frame squished against Repose's chassis and a pede stuck out beneath. "Oof-- And now I'm a framepillow-- Help-" He grunted, knowing well, if Razorwreck dared to pry the weapon off, Repose would most likely tighten it, and potential react badly if he saw it. But why not test the new bot further?

"And how long this lasts? Well, it depends, could be a few kliks, or breems, or a whole aft joor. I ain't taking chances." He explained and stared upwards at the peacefully recharging Repose. All out of it. "So you can either help me off him, or you can drag him down the stairs." Please don't push him down, Accu thought.

"Or we can wait..." He mumbled out, after glancing at the package before Razorwreck.

Success! He had been right, there was someone in the tower and he hadn't been shot at. Truly being away from the front line was a nice change of pace.

He straightened up as Repose appeared: back strut straightened, helm tilted up just a little more to give an air of more confidence. He grinned at the sight of the white and black mech, and the that grin froze awkwardly on his face as Repose did.

His expression faltered and he took a step back from the obviously glitched out mech as if he would catch something, his wings canted up in alarm and surprise as he felt that pulse of annoyance. Had that come from Repose or- Oh. The weapon was also a bot. Ack-u- something.

Ack-u bot that was blaming Razorwreck for something that was clearly not his fault. He still held his package a little higher like it would shield him from that unseen glare.

"If it really was urg- that word that caused this, then you should have had dispatch warn me." he threw back with a scowl. He took a couple small steps closer, his optics jumped from the weapon held tightly and the face of the mech holding it. His wings slowly slid down from the alarmed pose, box held in front of him.

"…Does it hurt? Or last long?" he asked more quietly, his concern obvious on his face.

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Such a small creature, with its small structure. Did he live here? In the middle of the water? No fins in sight, and those legs, like a landwalkers. Azurite's frame softly hummed, and hissed as it expelled additional water down his back plating.

"Too shallow in your waters." He responded calmly, and spread out his pelvic fins to adjust his weight to loosen the strain on the fragile metal beneath his servos. "And your territory got in the way." He paused and glanced upwards at the oil rig's oddly shaped structure. "Had to look at it closer." He finished with a hint of hiding excitement.

"Why live here when there's land not far from here?" More questioning, out of pure curiosity, and no fear for his own safety, when he's the one invading their planet.

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A small glint caught Muir's eye. He chose the under-rig as his break spot, and quickly understood why no one else did. Because it was falling apart. Loud metal bending under the weight pierced his ears. The runaways moved with the wind and, if not careful, the loose wiring could be the death of you.

It's always fun on the Beria. D Oil Rig. So, naturally, why not top it off with a giant metal being? It certainly made today more interesting.

Muir's cigarette fell from his lips, now lost to the North Sea, as he tried to wrap his head around what he was looking at. Whatever it is, it wasn't in the contract he signed.

'Fuck me, you can talk.' Of course it could. 'You can understand me?' Of course it could. Actually, that made things easier. 'Right - erm...' Just say something. 'You lost, pal?'

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// The cute creature~ <3 Hold him-- Sketch by me. Line and Color by @mnemoiisms

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A long satisfied ex-vent left Darkfang's intake as his demands became full filled. It's like a pressure had been lifted, an itch scratched. His tail tensed up and relaxed as half of it coiled snug against Megatron's frame as a tremble coursed through his frame along.

He outright beamed at the praise, as his aft lifted along with his tail and pedes scrambled for a hold by Megatron's thigh plating. Latched on tight as he wiggled his aft against the scratches. "Mmmh, lucky you, having me all to yourself~" He purred and rubbed his helm along Megatron's thigh.

"Any else dares to touch me like this, shall have my pretty claws between their seams." Another purr and his plating rattled in a wave along his back, with golden optics gazing upon Megatron.

instead of reprimanding his subordinate for demanding his leader around, megatron did as he was told, big digits scratching the base of the tail.

there was something rewarding about having the snake like this. sprawled over him, purring deliciously. it made him uncharacteristically calm and obedient.

" enjoying yourself, aren't you? " he asked, delighted with the state darkfang was in. " how lucky i am to have such a pretty thing all to myself. " his digits travelled a bit lower, only teasing a bit before going back to scratching the base like nothing happened.

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laying back on his seat, megatron's touch travels across darkfang's backstrut, from the base of his neck all the way down to the tail. the leader rests his chin on his other servo while humming satisfied at the noises the snake is making.

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An utterly spoiled Snake. Megatron's digits felt like a treat against his scale plates. Backplates curved beneath the brush of his servo and tail lifted and coiled over Megatron's shoulder. The petting relaxed his frame, making Darkfang sprawl over his lap, servos stretching out at empty air.

Megatron could feel and hear the soft vibrating purrs of his frame against his digits heighten with each pet. "Mm, my lord-- at the base, of the tail... a lil scratch." He pleaded, lowering his vocals into soft tone with a flush of blue tinted along his cheek plating to tempt him to listen to his demands.

It felt nice, to have such attention from their leader. An absolutely delightful treat.

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Darkfang enjoyed the attention to his scales, as each plate shifted in waves beneath Megatron's large digits. At this point, he'd not care if some mech walked into see him act like a proper mechanimal. Plus, Megatron worked as a perfect scare tactic to the rest of the con's, so he didn't fear any insults for his beastial behavior.

Soft growling rumbles occasionally escaped his intake between loud purrs of his frame. His digits curled in their kneading, near scratching the lord's paint, and pedes claws latched onto his other thigh.

In time, the craving for more reached it's peak, as his frame leaned against Megatron, with limbs raising his back further up into his digits. His tail swished up in the air and coiled, flopping the tip against Megatron's helm.

While slightly leaning to the side, the warlord propped his cheek against his other fist as he continued stroking along Darkfang's back. He wasn't really thinking about what he was doing, but oh well. It's not like anyone would have the bearings to question it, anyway.

He quickly shoved aside the thought that this was almost akin to scenes in those ridiculous Earth movies Blitzwing likes to watch when Random is in control. Something about villians sitting at desks with an organic felinid in their lap.

His optics slipped shut as he took in the moment of calm. Those fools that are his troops are out doing tasks, no noise, no disturbances.

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Scritch, pat pat, ah, his aft raised up up with each pat to his lower back plating. Yes, right there, more, more, the Snake purred, as his knees continued to unbend with how high his backside lifted with the attention. Aft up in the air, trying to chase those fun feeling pat pats, with tail lifted high up in a coiled position. Best attention, with a gentle itchy feeling along side with a dull ache.

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Silly meme go brr.

Artist: torrentarts

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Stares menacingly with a knife, cause he didn't get his morning energon. He's hangry.

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Concept: extremely sweet and caring guys that fuck you like an animal in heat.