So @loadofschist just sent me this Twitter post about Gortash having a new final boss form and I am… salivating at it honestly…
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Defiance Industries: Hey, Irian BattleMechs Unlimited, can I copy your work?
IBMU: Sure, just make sure it's not too obvious
Defiance Industries:
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Behold! My original tf character: Twisted Fate and Hard Drive
Twisted Fate of Nyon is a decepticon spy-scout, who before war was a racer. He was a close friend and a accociate of Hot Rod. He’s chatty, clever (with sprinkle of sly and mischief) and charming bastard, who can make talk even a dead man.
Hard Drive is autobot lieutenant, an ex-wrecker with incredible strenght and anger issue. Most of the time he is self-reserved, quiet and cold, trying desperately to keep his fiery temper under control, but deep inside he has a kind soul.
Life crossed their paths on Earth, both tried to escape from planet to...just end up...somewhere. Both would settle on sector K-4, open the bar together and eventually become conjunx endura
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ICON form affection good.
Thank u, CC, have some soft mech fluff.
Takes place in my SCP/Facility AU because I can.
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The trees rustle softly in the wind. Fusataro sighs. Rage is out of commission, injured in the battle. It's a long trip back to the compound and back to the Facility beyond that after the fight, but they'd won.
Softly, she groans and rubs at her chest, still echoing pangs where Rage had been hit. Most everyone else had already begun the trip back. She, personally, needed a minute to recover and had sat down in the grass.
There's a rumble; The one person left behind still in their ICON form. Too lazy to change back. Trees crack and fall under their knee as they kneel, looking at her from behind a shimmering green mask. A giant, clawed hand reaches out and settles next to her in the clearing, palm up.
It's not Mizho controlling these movements. It's Paresse.
"Ready to go, songbird?"
Softly, she smiles up at the robot and nods. She dusts off the skirt of her ICON outfit as she stands and climbs up one of those fingers. Rage's body had been taken back by one of the others, probably Jealousy, to heal in the safety of the compound.
Paresse waits for her to settle and sit down in his palm before he stands. She leans against his thumb. The metal is warm, made so by his mechanisms working. Mizho lets him move on his own, going still inside his chest to relax.
He begins to move, to take them both back. Fusataro's eyes slip closed, listening to the mechanical whirring of his body and the now-distant thud of his footsteps on the earth. She turns to press a kiss to his hand and a low, mechanical rumble rewards her, his eyes flicking back down to look at her. He holds her closer to his chest.
It's been a long day, and it was such a nice sound. He could probably fly them back, it would be faster. But the job is done. There's no need to be fast. A long day begets a long rest.
With no end of gentleness, he curls a finger from his other hands and brushed it along her face. She presses against it and closes her eyes. He could very well end her on accident, and she can feel the faintest tremor in his movements as he focuses not to do just that.
It's sweet. She nuzzles herself against the finger and even ends up wrapping her arms around it, to which he stills.
"You two are ridiculous."
Mizho's voice sounds out and pulls a laugh from Fussa, but that's all. The compound is coming into view. They have another job to do. Another timeline to stabilize. Rage needs to be tended to, plans have to be made. She lets go of him, but her smile doesn't leave her face.
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