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PSA

If you feel like your muse has been waining recently, it’s probably because of current events. 

This is a stressful period we’re all experiencing. You are not alone right now. Trying to battle the complications of real life takes energy, that energy detracts from the energy you use for roleplay.  

And this can be especially frustrating when RP is something you’re trying to use to escape from reality.

So remember to love yourself, treat yourself nicely, and not blame yourself for feeling under-motivated.   If you need to take a break from everything that’s okay.  Don’t be angry at yourself.  Do what you have to do to help yourself relax. 

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He narrowed his optics thoughtfully, but didn’t further press for a response. Whatever kind of dream it was, it was certainly bothering him—Storm didn’t miss how differently Bee seemed to look at him that morning. Still, he let on no clue that he was aware of this and offered a grin.

“Certainly. I’ll clean up the area and cover our tracks.”

He got to his pedes and stomped out the embers of the fire, careful that they didn’t unintentionally start a forest fire by leaving it unattended. Then he turned and looked toward the mountain they grew ever nearer to. He felt a pang of anxiety that was rather uncharacteristic of him—what if they found something there that they didn’t like?

You lost too..?

He wondered to himself from within the shadows as he watched a fellow bot move through the junk yard. Huh.. who was that? They looked like him a little bit.. perhaps they where looking for something or perhaps someone..?

The dusty beetle was still, he onlined back up a few hours before and well that’s all he knew. B-127 lays still beside some other broken down things. He was in some sort of place with other alt modes but these ones seemed lifeless. Starting to feeling creeped out Bee moves forward driving a little bit closer to get a better look at the new stranger. Being quiet as he can to not scratch up rocks with his tires. He was curious!

Besides maybe they could help him remember where he was, cause he forgotten. Only remembering a lake.. his helm hurt and then just..nothing. Now he was in this junkyard but of course he had no idea that was a junkyard that he was parked in. An annoying buzzing inside his drivers side. These fuzzy little things where buzzing into his undercarriage.

Tickles.

Hopefully they won’t be loud though and alert the stranger he was following.

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“I see... if you are not from Cybertron, then where are you from?” says Storm, seeming like he’s becoming able to relax some more as time passes. He’s not trusting by nature, but he can’t deny it’s nice to have some sort of help for once.

He tips his helm back to stare at the ceiling, only occasionally wincing in discomfort as Nebulous worked on his injuries.

He blinks his optics at them as they mention the number of sparklings they have, and can’t help but chuckle. “Five? You’ve got your tendrils full. You sure get around!” His tone is playful as he watches their servos work on his chassis, but then he hears a faint noise from somewhere off to the side and jolts his helm in its direction.

With instantaneous relief, he realizes it’s only the aforementioned sparkling and visibly relaxes. “Speak of the Devil.”

As clever a devil Storm Front boasted himself to be, it was inevitable that he’d be unable to escape all of his close-calls unscathed.

Scratched paint here, a broken gear there… he could work with that. A piece of twisted scrap metal shoved through his chassis and only narrowly missing his spark chamber, however, was an entirely different issue.

He’d fought with it for several hours that night through gritted dentae, trying to dislodge it and stop the flow of energon down his chassis, but it was no use. The thing wouldn’t budge. Frustrated and wincing from the pain, he backed himself against the wall of his temporary home base and figured he’d try again once morning came. Where’s a medic when you need one?

No sooner had he offlined his optics that the sound of footsteps stirred him once again. “Come to finish the job, then?” Storm grumbled and be righted himself against the wall.

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“I can’t say I have.” Comes a voice, “My my, You are looking quite rough.” The voice is higher in pitch and sounds quite playful. Their heels click loudly on the floor as they approach the small mech, “Do tell me it was an absolutely gruesome fight.”

Grabbing him by the shoulder, Nebulous turns him to face them, “Goodness, that looks very bad.” Squatting down to get a closer look at the wound on his chassis, their three optics blink a few times. Giving a soft hm, they turn their helm back to Stormfront, and stand up straight.

“I have quite a bit of medical training.” Their long tendrils twitch and pat around on the ground, seeming a bit excited about the possibility of operating, “I can help you, If you wish.”

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Bumblebee + using his legs to fight

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Replies are on hold for a good portion of today; My city was hit by a pretty bad tornado and the power is out—my family is safe, and thankfully the worst of it was further south.

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               𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚁𝙴𝙳𝙴𝙼𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽.

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As soon as he’s brought inside, Storm can’t help but look about at the array of weaponry lining the walls. His optics glitter with interest and he can’t deny the appeal of getting his servos on another long-range weapon... his was long overdue for an upgrade, after all.

“Pretty heavy duty stuff here, Nebulous. You consider yourself an expert on the matter?” Storm reclines on the table, barely masking another wince as he turns his helm to look at them.

“How many sparklings do you have? I would imagine juggling kids whilst arms-dealing is difficult to manage. What do they do while you’re away? Forgive me if I ask too many questions—force of habit.”

As clever a devil Storm Front boasted himself to be, it was inevitable that he’d be unable to escape all of his close-calls unscathed.

Scratched paint here, a broken gear there… he could work with that. A piece of twisted scrap metal shoved through his chassis and only narrowly missing his spark chamber, however, was an entirely different issue.

He’d fought with it for several hours that night through gritted dentae, trying to dislodge it and stop the flow of energon down his chassis, but it was no use. The thing wouldn’t budge. Frustrated and wincing from the pain, he backed himself against the wall of his temporary home base and figured he’d try again once morning came. Where’s a medic when you need one?

No sooner had he offlined his optics that the sound of footsteps stirred him once again. “Come to finish the job, then?” Storm grumbled and be righted himself against the wall.

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“I can’t say I have.” Comes a voice, “My my, You are looking quite rough.” The voice is higher in pitch and sounds quite playful. Their heels click loudly on the floor as they approach the small mech, “Do tell me it was an absolutely gruesome fight.”

Grabbing him by the shoulder, Nebulous turns him to face them, “Goodness, that looks very bad.” Squatting down to get a closer look at the wound on his chassis, their three optics blink a few times. Giving a soft hm, they turn their helm back to Stormfront, and stand up straight.

“I have quite a bit of medical training.” Their long tendrils twitch and pat around on the ground, seeming a bit excited about the possibility of operating, “I can help you, If you wish.”

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It felt like it had been only a few minutes since Storm Front offlined his optics for the night and fallen into recharge, but all too soon, he felt the heat of the sun against his frame, enough to rouse him from his rest.

He blinked his optics a few times until he was able to see clearly and frowned when he saw Bumblebee was already up and about. “You’re up early,” Storm said, quirking a small half-smile.

It was then that he noticed the other mech’s heavy breathing and nervous expression and the look of humor on Storm’s face was quick to vanish. “What’s the problem?”

You lost too..?

He wondered to himself from within the shadows as he watched a fellow bot move through the junk yard. Huh.. who was that? They looked like him a little bit.. perhaps they where looking for something or perhaps someone..?

The dusty beetle was still, he onlined back up a few hours before and well that’s all he knew. B-127 lays still beside some other broken down things. He was in some sort of place with other alt modes but these ones seemed lifeless. Starting to feeling creeped out Bee moves forward driving a little bit closer to get a better look at the new stranger. Being quiet as he can to not scratch up rocks with his tires. He was curious!

Besides maybe they could help him remember where he was, cause he forgotten. Only remembering a lake.. his helm hurt and then just..nothing. Now he was in this junkyard but of course he had no idea that was a junkyard that he was parked in. An annoying buzzing inside his drivers side. These fuzzy little things where buzzing into his undercarriage.

Tickles.

Hopefully they won’t be loud though and alert the stranger he was following.

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Send ‘😘’ to catch my muse practicing on a stripper pole. Or send ‘😘 reversed’ for my muse to catch yours practicing on a stripper pole.

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RULES. || MUSE.

DECEPTICON STORM FRONT.

• Ellie/Elliot • 10+ Years Experience

• 18+ Mun • (N)SFW Content

• Crossover Friendly • OC Friendly

• Semi-Selective • Multi-Ship

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😍😍😍😍😍😍 ( u know he find him hot af 👀)

ATTRACTION.

“Not exactly surprised, per se—but the feeling

is very mutual.~”

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Send 😍 for your muse to confess their attraction to mine