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"Since when was Unicron italian?"

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Send ❂ for a like headcanon.

Send ✄ for a favorite movie of my muse’s.

Send ✚ for one of my muse’s prized possessions.

Send ✿ for a happy memory.

Send ♡ for a friendship headcanon.

Send ♬ for a childhood headcanon.

Send ☼ for a dream headcanon.

Send ♧ for a cooking headcanon.

Send ❧ for a food headcanon.

Send ★ for a talent headcanon.

Send ❀ for a crush my muse has had.

Send △ for a sex headcanon.

Send ➷ for a sports headcanon.

Send ♤ for a ‘dislike’ headcanon.

Send ♆ for something my muse hates.

Send ⊗ for a phobia headcanon.

Send ☾ for a sleep headcanon.

Send ✜ for a fear headcanon.

Send ☠ for a death headcanon.

Send ◊ for a headcanon of the mun’s choice.

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Pick a song for each letter of your URL: F -Familiar taste of poison - Halestorm R - Rock Show - Halestorm O - Over each other - Linkin Park S- Scylla - EPIC T- Tell me where it hurts - Halestorm B - Beast Within - In this Moment I - Into the light - In this Moment T - The doctor - Steven Rodriguez T - Thunder Bringer - EPIC E - Elsa and Anna - Frozen soundtrack album N - New Divide - Linkin Park F - Freeze you out - Sia E - Entertain You - Within Temptation M - My immortal - Evanescence M - Mother - In this Moment E - End of beginning - Djo

Stolen from: @viciousbite Tagging: steal it

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If wild where to enter her bedroom she would find the bed occupied by a big flight frame. Lying curled up looking much like a sparkling, well a big one. lies a sleeping Starscream, looking relaxed and at peace. How did he come inside? well, there is an open window not to far away.

Since she let a certain seeker into her life a bedroom intrusion was nothing new. Not that she minded, his company was welcomed with open arms.

After a long day at work and finding the Emperor of Vos curled up amongst the furs on her berth, Wild isn't going to attempt to move him. Instead she joins him, cuddling up to him and almost instantly relaxes.

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"You murder my husband you will be found and killed."

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"This is what you get for trying to eat me all the time."

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Wild shoots a look of disdain and bafflement at Vortex. "Don't look that terrible? Mech you look like a walking corpse!" How the frag is he so calm about this? As if just to further prove Wild's point, an infected patient comes scurrying down the hallway. Black energon comes pouring from its mouth as it lets out a litany of deranged feral growls and snarls.

It quickly spots Vortex and lunges for the copter only to be stopped in its paths with an icy blast. The patient swings at the duo, its snarls growing louder as it thrashes around but Wild's ice works faster until it encapsulates the monster and halts it in its tracks.

"See you look the damn same! Now come with me or you'll end up as another statistic." The little medic commands, grabbing the copter's servo and pulling him further down the hall.

Wild's grip on Tex's rotors remains even as he slams her into the wall, drawing pained grunts from out the small femme as she tries to hang on despite the copters thrashing. Baring her fangs as his claws breech her armour, Wild lets out a pained hiss as she's ripped free and made to ragdoll down the hallway.

It takes Wild a moment as she stumbles to her pedes, the aching in her frame even more prominent now she's been tossed about. She expected a fight, the infected are brutish yet uncoordinated, bringing their prey closer to them for a bite. Yet Vortex seems he's retained some of his co-ordination. What she doesn't expect is to hear Vortex speak.

Wild's optics go wide as she looks the copter up and down. He's giving all the signs of the infection yet.. he's lucid. "Only a day? more like week." She admits. "Seeing you like this hurts me more than the beating you just gave me. Why'd you of all mechs have to be infected Tex?"

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oh hi i did art

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"The only cake I'm offering is my aft."

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Dark Warrior - Ironhide.

I've had this in progress for a while. Now, that the degree is finished and I graduated, I have more time for the impotent things, like art and writinf.

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writing is slowly happening but also please bear with me because I am personally fist fighting the sun and suffering.

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Wild's grip on Tex's rotors remains even as he slams her into the wall, drawing pained grunts from out the small femme as she tries to hang on despite the copters thrashing. Baring her fangs as his claws breech her armour, Wild lets out a pained hiss as she's ripped free and made to ragdoll down the hallway.

It takes Wild a moment as she stumbles to her pedes, the aching in her frame even more prominent now she's been tossed about. She expected a fight, the infected are brutish yet uncoordinated, bringing their prey closer to them for a bite. Yet Vortex seems he's retained some of his co-ordination. What she doesn't expect is to hear Vortex speak.

Wild's optics go wide as she looks the copter up and down. He's giving all the signs of the infection yet.. he's lucid. "Only a day? more like week." She admits. "Seeing you like this hurts me more than the beating you just gave me. Why'd you of all mechs have to be infected Tex?"

Hundreds of thoughts fire through Wild's processor as she tries to instruct both patients and hospital staff members, scarcely being able to move as she's bombarded with question after question.

Reassuring them being no easy feat when you can't even reassure yourself ,yet somehow Wild manages to calm them down and make her escape for a less busy hallway in the maze of corridors and wards in hopes of a moment of peace.

Panicked cries ring out down the hall as the nurse is grabbed hold of, desperately trying to push and hit at the rabid copter so he'd release them from his grasp.

It's enough to make Wild come rushing to the origin of the noise but upon arrival a loud gasp escapes her. She'd recognise that teal and grey paint job and those spurred pedes anywhere. No no no! Not Vortex!

"No!" She yells out, lunging towards the copter, her ice cold servos grabbing the rotors on his back yanking him towards her and away from the nurse.

"Go! Get out of here." Wild instructs her nurse, who promptly flees leaving Wild as she uses her strength to roughly manoeuvre Vortex.

How did he get in? How did he get infected? These thoughts race through her mind, her spark aching in its chamber at the sight of an infected Vortex. She never wanted this to happen.

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SEND ME ❣️ + A SHIP AND I’LL TELL YOU…     [   VOL. 2   ] 

feel free to elaborate as much as possible !

Who is the little spoon?

Who sings in the shower?

Who plays pranks on the other?

Who is the one who listens to pop music?

Who brings the other a random cup of joe?

Who picks the cheesy movies for date night?

Who is more likely to feed the other in public?

Who gives the other random little compliments?

Who is always stealing food from the other’s plate?

Who is more likely to let the other borrow their car? 

Who makes the list before they go grocery shopping?

Who makes sure the other takes their meds when sick?

Who watches sports and has to teach the other the rules?

Who pulls the other to their feet for a dance in the living room?

Who has to keep reminding the other to hurry or they’ll be late?

Who is the one most likely to get a tattoo with the other’s name?

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That sadistic grin returns to Wild’s face, her optics glowing brighter as she watches the mech twitch and struggle against Vortex’s toying. Yet it is quickly swapped for a shocked expression as she lets out a gasp in mock offense. "And not do any suturing?" She would be lying if she said giving stitches wasn't one of her favourite things about being a medic. "I could never, it’s like one of the best things about cutting into someone." Wild makes sure to punctuate her sentence by forcing the curved needle through the incision on the left side of the mech’s intake. The tiny medic lets out a guffaw of laughter at Tex's comment as she pierces the other side of the incision. "Well I always was a bad Autobot, even by my universes standards." She admits, not that it’s a fact that ever bothered her. In fact she thinks it’s probably one of the reasons she adapted to war so quickly. “And my Prime had a tendency for stealing faces." She adds, her dainty servos manoeuvring the mech's face to give her a better angle as she pulls the wire stitching through her incisions. "If I hadn't got such grievances with Megatron I probably would have been a Decepticon. Imagine that, we could’ve been co-workers in another life.”  Wild lets out another laugh as she pierces through the slashed metal, causing the mech to wriggle on the table. Wild frowns as the mech’s struggles pulls her sutures uneven. She hates it when they wriggle and mess them up. Her cold servo is swift in grabbing ah old of the mech’s face, digging her talons into the metal so hard they puncture through. Energon begins to seep through the new wounds. “Stay. Still.” Wild commands with a growl and an icy glare.  

Wild lets out a little disappointed 'aw' when Tex explains. But she soon perks up again at the mention of something later. A little 'oh?' escapes her as she looks up at Vortex with a little twinkle in her optics. Almost like a child that's been promised a toy.

The medic swipes her digits into the energon pooling on the table, coating them with the fluid before dragging them over the mechs frame doodling ancient cybertronian sigils. Wild tilts her helm to the side to get a better look, before adding more sigils elsewhere on his frame. She finishes toying with her canvas by drawing a smiley face to almost mask his feared expression almost like clown makeup. "Aw see they like it." She laughs. "Do it again." She urges Tex.

For a little bit she just watches the expressions on the victims face when an idea hits her. "I think we should make that smile a permanent feature? Don't you?" A rhetorical question, she needs no answer from the victim.

The medic moves so she's looming over their helm. It's a funny feeling her looming over someone as it so very rarely happens, yet she'll take what joy she can from the situation. Wild once again arms herself with a scalpel, her cold servo grabbing the mech's jaw firmly so she can angle his helm to just the right position. Her grip is icy as she squeezes just enough for his mouth to open slightly, hooking the blade at the joins of his mouth. For what feels like ages she simply holds the blade there, watching the fear build in his optics.

They know what's coming, they know it's inevitable but that doesn't stop Wild from toying with him. Nor does is stop her from relishing each inhale of the intoxicating scent of their fear, that spike in their cortisol and adrenaline that flows through their frame and spills with each bleeding wound. It's a smell she can't get enough of and it's a smell she can taste.

Just when their fear begins to lull Wild slashes her blade through both of the mech's cheeks expanding the smile lines the whole expanse of their face plating.

It draw gargled cries from them as energon fills their intake, flowing down their throat making them splutter. Wild listens as she swaps her blade for metal wiring and a curved needle, threading it ready for the suturing process. "Shall we do a simple single stitch or shall we go for some crosses Tex? Which would best suit our toy?" She hums.

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Wild we are there a gaggle of Sparklings here?

"I don't know and I don't like it." She's stood on a table to avoid them.

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Katheryn Winnick