How Can Such A Little Autobot Be So Maniacally Evil

How can such a little Autobot be so maniacally evil…

Despite the outward, grumpy appearance Lieutenant displays as he tries to seem unmoved by this gesture, Pharma is correct. Thankfully the mask hides his bright pink face as the song seems to go on for an hour, killing him slowly from the inside.

@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 ~! ♫

To the patient that gifted Pharma the bottle of wine last night:

Delicious. Thank you.

Exclusives are scams set up to target mechs specifically like Lieutenant, forcing him to go to places he normally doesn’t like. Especially some place so public. Nevertheless, it was worth it for the bookstore with their matte covers of a collection of historical typographies throughout the ages. Primarily containing those from the Golden Age era but some new ones were added during the war as well and he simply HAD to see which ones from the war made it.

As if that weren’t bad enough, then he had various books on recipes, planting, and other fictional books that he couldn’t wait to get to. He might need to make another stop for more bookshelves now that he thinks about it. Might be his next stop after this, but for now he waits by the elevator. He can only handle walking around public spaces for so long. Firstly, because he starts to get a headache. Secondly, he doesn’t need a scene. It was one thing during the war but now? He’d rather avoid them if he can.

While waiting he opens up one of the books to read, impatient to simply wait until he arrived back home. However, it’s short-lived when his fins pick up at hearing his name. It’s familiar, it’s been a long time since he heard that voice but he recognized it as he looked up at the speaker, standing in the elevator.

“Blackguard?” He replies in disbelief, almost as if he’d seen a ghost. Primus, there were not many from the war that he knew still alive, and certainly none that didn’t want his helm on a pike.

He enters the elevator as his mask transforms away as he looks at the helicopter with wide optics. “Wh- You- It is good to see you again, hi—! Good to see you again. How have you been?”

@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?"

KISSES CHEEK KISSES CHEEK KISSES CHEEK KISSES CHEEK KISSES CHEEK KISSES CHEEK KISSES CHEEK KISSES CHEEK KISSES CHEEK KISSES CHEEK KISSES CHEEK KISSES CHEEK KISSES CHEEK KISSES CHEEK KISSES CHEEK KISSES CHEEK KISSES CHEEK KISSES CHEEK KISSES CHEEK KISSES CHEEK KISSES CHEEK KISSES CHEEK KISSES CHEEK KISSES CHEEK KISSES CHEEK KISSES CHEEK KISSES CHEEK

One or two kisses will normally earn fin flicks and kisses in return with some content rumblings. Perhaps even an embrace that will lead to more shared kissing.

A barrage of smooches, however, has the Decepticon indignantly squeaking with fins all a flutter and cheeks brighter pink than his own beans. Lieutenant would be protesting if he could get a word in, but he has nothing to argue when he’s finding himself rapidly disheveled. A lucky smitten mech under his Conjunx’s affection. 💗

OOC;

I did a lot of reorganizing of the blog posts on here (went from like 15k posts to 100!) and buried in the clean up is a lot of characters information. So I’m going to start from scratch.

I’ll add some info in the coming days:

- History

- Character Associations

- Present timeline

- Outlier abilities

Essentially this will get a new “About/info” page going and something easy for mobile users to access.