lord-overlips

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I ain't milkin em, man

"Oh, no loss. I'm sure I can find another volunteer. Perhpas I ought to give them a nice polish first though."

The big bot lays back, stretching out luxiantly and polishing each litlte muzzle with care. There's sure to be plenty of volunteers. He wants to look his best.

#youre damn straight his milkshakes bring all the bots to the yard #except... udders. udder guns... #i dont actually know whats happening here any more but Overlord is enjoying the attention nonetheless

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... Bruh, why do you have udder guns?

#ask #touuuuuuuch

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Earth is weird. For some reason you see a empty school bus on a odd route, then all of the sudden- it straight up starts driving on the field towards you! Just to transform infront of you to be some silly and seemingly young bot! They say

"Woah.. You're big. Do you mew?"

The roughly 28ft tall bot pointed up to Overlord's jawline

Art by @codmotor

The big bot watched all the commotion, perplexed. An odd vehicle... coming closer... suddenly.

Oh! Look at that! It was a bot after all!

"Do I... well... I've been known to...."

Damn it Overlord. You've been practicing for this chance. He cleared his intake.

It wasn't a mew but it was close. The little magnetic field responsive ears seemed to work quite well.

#I have not idea whats happening lol #platonicphoenix

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Overlord couldn't help but giggle at the sight of her despite his discomfort. The ride seemed to go on and on, Ovelrord's optics spinning as he was tossed in tight circles. It must have been far more bearable for a little frame, fun even!

He was relieved when the ride finally came to an end. Any complaints he had disappeared though when he saw how happy his dear little Xixie was. "You enjoyed it then?" He grinned, moving to stand. Or- trying to. His pedes were wedged under the seat and his legs had apparently decided to go numb. Wonderful.

"Sir...?" One of the attendants evntually came over. "Do you- perhaps... need some assistance?"

"Oh I'm fine!" Overlord lied, yanking one leg up with his servos, giving it a wobble and hitting it a few times. "Old things just need a little stretch!" He managed to manuever his other leg free but he wound up falling, aft wedging itself between the seats.

"Scrap. Uh... wait." The ride was starting again. "Hang on! Nonono, wait!"

The attendant waved but the bot running the ride didn't notice, teacups whirling to life again and Overlord spinning once more, pedes and arms dangling from the ride as his processor spun.

"Stooooop!" He was so slagging dizzy, the attendant thankfuly finally switching the ride off, Overlord hauled out with the assistance of a burly APC.

"Mrrh.... well. That was... eventful." One servo resting on the other bot, his spare gave Xixie a wobbly litte pat. "Next!" He cried, determined to show his dear spark a good time, hell of high water! He pointed to the log ride next. "That one! But.... I might need to watch this time. I am... a scooch big." His processor was a little addled after all that spinning.

Xixie was just having the time of her life, sure, she was clinging onto the side of the teacup for dear life as he was being squished by Overlord's leg. But that didn't matter, this was fun. She did not, bless her spark, did not notice how Overlord's 'Wheee' was a little forced as her tounge just hit her face as the teacup spun around. "Mhm!! (tounge smacks her visor) Xixie is having a great time!"

So this is what a amusement park ride experience is like! She was getting just as dizzy and getting drool on her visor from how she has her tounge out.

#orangedreamland

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Overlord was quite shocked at the scars, not expecting such a sight on a well educated mech. Usually the dirty jobs were left to other, less qualified bots, pretty little nobles and scholars just issuing the orders. It made him wonder what G had gone through to make him stray, make him take up a weapon himself and turn hunter.

"Oh you charmer." Overlord was most certainly enjoying the compliments, downing another drink, having quite a good time.

“A lawyer? Well now, that's certainly impressive." Those suspicions were confirmed now. He was indeed a noble once, the big mech suspecting there was something, some traumatic event that changed G's path. Perhaps he'd find out in time? He was distracted by more questions, topic changing, Overlord happy enough to go along with it.

"Oh, it's nothing too interesting. We produce polish and oil, decals and war paints but also more decorative paints and powders of varied purpose. Let me see..." He rummaged through subspace, producing a small black box. Inside were a few basic powders and waxy sticks, a couple of magnetic decals and a small jar of polish.

"I'm not sure if you're interested or not." He showed off the contents to G, pointing out each item. "For the lips." He blew a little smooch to G, smirking. "And a trial tube of war paint. Some bots like to look sweet, others fierce after all. The powders are to be applied to the cheek plates and the decals, well- wherever you like." Overlord took one, a little love heart with an arrow through it, slapping it on his breastplate and giving a little wiggle in his seat.

"I think you'd look veeeeery fetching with a little warpaint, darling. May I?" He took up one of the wax tubes, brows raised, little pout on his lips, on to the whiskey now and taking a sip. This certainly promised to be an interesting evening.

He took off the mask, revealing his very much scarred face. The wound had healed nicely, and his medic had been able to fix his denta. He gingerly picked up the glass of wine and took a slow sip, letting Overlord chatter on about himself.

Cosmetic brand? Then perhaps not, er, his(?) Overlord. He checked the bounty tag again, and yes, it was this Overlord that had a bounty on his helm. Ghostspire set the drink down and nodded to the waiter in thanks. He was going to need it, dealing with Overlord.

"Well I'm certainly no comparison to yourself, Sweetspark," Ghostspire rasped softly, helm tilting up and to the side as if to slightly preen at the compliments. "I'm a bounty hunter by trade, but I do have a degree in law and offer consultations on the side."

"Cosmetics? Perhaps you could tell me more about that. I'm afraid I'm not overly familiar with that area." Anything to keep Overlord talking and the attention off of himself. Flatter the mech, throw in questions about the mech and maybe he'd get lucky.

What kind of lucky would absolutely depend on how the night played out, but hopefully with him fully in tact. If the night kept going, though, he'd need something much stronger than Vosian wine. He hoped they had something that could help with what was probably about to be his newest helmache.

#ghostlyvisage

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"How do I look?"

"Your lips really need a new shade of color, are you more on red, pink or another color?"

- Siren (@starshinesiren)

"I'm open to suggestions. Don't disappoint me."

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"Your lips really need a new shade of color, are you more on red, pink or another color?"

- Siren (@starshinesiren)

"I'm open to suggestions. Don't disappoint me."

#mun- hello hehe thanks for the ask I got to do this silly thing #ask #you have been tasked with a heavy burden

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Oh... oh keep doing that. Please. That was a pleasant sight.

"Shameless little bot aren’t you…? Teasing yourself like that in front of me.” There’s a leer on Overlord’s face, optics glued to the sight. Oh he’s enjoying this.

“You’d look real pretty with those tow hooks all dolled up. Maybe some tassels? Give them a little twirl… very nice.”

Thrailkill looks down, the only problem is that he can't even see them himself because of his chest. "Ya think so?" did every bit of that go over his helm? Maybe. A claw sticks into one of them and he jostles it around "It'll be a lil hard to tow stuff like that wont it??" Black optics looks over his red visor up at Overlord.

#I cannot get over the fact that he hails things around by his toddies #amazing 10/10 #thrailkxll

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"Hm. That's not much of a hint." Overlord frowned, chin resting in his servo as he leaned over the table, huge frame dominating the booth. He could so easily reach out and wrap a servo around Ghostspire... offline him with the barest of effort. Luckily, the bot wasn't interested in that.

He was bored with his little game already though, pleased when the drinks arrived. "I suppose G is fine then. I'll let you keep your air of mystery, my handsome friend." He grinned and let out a chuckle, taking a deep swig from hig glass. Ohhhhh that hit the spot!

"Mhh.... just a delight!" He seemed to be in quite a good mood now, smiling brightly at G and noting his choice of drink. "Normally I'd have the same but it's warm out today. I fancied something refreshing. Now darling... won't you tell me a little about yourself, hm? I'm so very curious. I would have noticed such a fetching frame before, I'm sure. What do you do? Oh, excuse me! I should probably offer for myself first! I suppose I'm an entrepeneur... I'm invested in a few businesses, have my own brand of cosmetics... a nice little apartment nearby. I'm just out and about doing a bit of shopping! Such a fine day for it!"

Overlord rambled on, seemingly just enoying having someone to talk to. "Oh, but there I go. What about you, darling?" He'd drained the glass already, sipping the brandy next and waving for another round. This time he had them leave both the bottle of wine and a full bottle of nice aged Iaconian whiskey.

Ghostspire followed the mechs lead, resisting the urge to roll his optics at the names. Gorefist? Really? That was one of the first things the mech came up with? Did he even look like a Gorefist??? He suffered through Overlords touch, his plating cold and slightly rough with lack of polish.

"I'll give you a hint: You are way off the mark with the first two names." The least he could do is sit there and entertain himself with Overlords inane guesses while trying to keep the instable mech occupied. He slipped into the both, back to the wall, close to the edge and leaning back like it was the most comfortable seat in the house.

At least in this positon he could get to the knife in his wrist and easily duck out of the way and book it the second he saw any form of hostility from the mech.

"...Vosian wine." Frag it if Overlord was paying he'd get something he'd like. And at least a Vosian wine wouldn't hurt to much. Would it be to much to ask for the whole bottle? He might ask for it later, or at least try to buy one for his ship. He'd need it for after this... interaction.

Though... he was curious about the... mech before him. Far as he knew everyone who got within five feet of him wound up dead.

#ghostlyvisages

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"Oh of course, Tarn-bear! Let me just get it! Oh- how thoughtless of me though." A straw. Of course Tarn would prefer a straw. Overlord set one on the bench next to the bottle, giving Tarn a little pat on the shoulder as he went. "Help yourself if you change your mind. Won't be a moment."

Oh Overlord had just the thing. He rummajed around a linen cupboard, sure he'd left it there.... ah! There it was!

Returning just a moment later, Overlord had a garment bundled under his arm, setting it down nearby and giving Tarn a little warning.

"Now, it's vital it's worn properly. Let me assist you." Overlord wanted so badly to touch but Overlord held himself back, simply tugging on the little bow at Tarn's back, untying the apron and, quickly, before Tarn could protest, securing the new one in it's place. It was... frillier. More extravegent. It was also all Overlord could do to not burst into laughter once he got a good look at Tarn, somehow keeping his faceplates straight. Oh.

"This one comes with an additional piece for added effectiveness." He popped the little helm piece on Tarn, turning away quickly to stifle a giggle. This truly was a wonderful day.

"Now then!" No time to stop. Tarn might want to look at himself in a mirror and Overlord was certain that would not go over well.

"First step. Measurements. I'm sure you can handle that. You do love lists, after all., don't you Pookie." Another condescending pat to Tarn's shoulder. "This is a very simple list. Here are your measuring cups." He pointed to the different measurements, noting them for Tarn and pointing out the ingredients on the list and on the benchtop. Any bot could do this part. "Go ahead, sweetspark." Overlord took a sip of his wine, having a truly wonderful day, hiding his smirk with the glass.

Cooking classes with Overlord

Although the probability of Overlord trying to poison him were low, considering the other mech himself was drinking from that same bottle, Tarn couldn’t just take off his mask in front of anyone. That was a privilege that had to be earned. And he doubted Overlord would be kind enough to offer a drinking straw. Hence, why he declined the drink.

Taking mental note of each appliance and its name, he filed everything for further research at a later moment.

“Sub-par?” Tarn looked down at himself and frowned at his apron. “Perhaps that’s why my previous culinary attempts had been disastrous.” His current apron wasn’t good enough! He needed something top quality. “Do you… hmm… have a spare one?” He looked back at the other mech, hopeful. Overlord’s apron had to be very good if his cakes were so delicious. But Tarn was afraid he was, perhaps, asking for too much.

#cooking lessons with Tarn #cruel-singer #-evil cackling-

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"Oh my, you do say the sweetest things, master." Overlord certainly didnt mind calling such a pretty bot by the title, especially if it earned him a few points with the mech.

He'd spent some time in this sort of play over the years, familiar, quite comfortable with the scenario. This was.... different of course. This was real. It hadn't quite sunk in yet though, his new status. Things might be different when it came time to fall in line, to adapt. For now? He was out of his restraints, servos all over a very lovely bot that was promising to look after him. What could possibly be wrong with that scenario?

Optimus seemed just as interested as Overlord was in a little bit of fun. Maybe they both needed some release after what they'd experienced?

"Oh, I wouldn't presume to answer for my dear new master. After all, I need to learn all about you if I'm going to be a good bot for you. I can think of a few places I'd like to start though." He licked his lips, the poor abused derma already feeling better. Though it still ached, Overlord wouldn't care one bit if it meant he got to have a little fun. It would make up for the slagging awful few days he'd had.

Though.... he was desperately thirsty. "If you might permit me though... dearest master... may I ask for that energon now?" There were certain activities he had in mind that required a little more... lubrication.

Optimus gives a bright laugh. " Let's just say if Sentinel was even a fraction as actually clever as he believes himself? He'd have brought me a much different gift. A little helpless pet of some kind. Why would I bother with a scant bit of left overs when there's a whole feast on offer?" Reaching out to gent;y take the gem tag in his claws. Purring as he's barely even shifted under Overlord's frankly obscene showing off. Releasing the tag to touch one side of the collar," At least everyone will know you are mine. My name looks very pretty here on your neck." Grinning, unrepentant as he leans over. Theoretically he could release Overlord into the justice system. They'd have a kangaroo court and he'd be found guilty. Then he'd rot in the deepest jail cell they could find under similar binding. A part of Optimus thinks he should. But a smaller part is, almost delighted by this opportunity. " Tell me Overlord. What kind of further claiming do you think you deserve?" Winking at him, letting his gaze drag down the glittering harness over the broad frame.

#suggestive ehehehe #gowithplana #spoil of war #its late and i dunno hope reply is ok bed time now wheeeee

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Overlord was moreso just confused, puzzlement clear on his faceplates and the bot changing mood abruptly, actually catching on that- hm- maybe this bot didn't like these fruits.

"You could have just said you don't like apples."

Could he? Really? Who would know! That suffocating, dominating field seemed to imply death if he didn't at least taste the fruit.

Overlord just snickered, apparently amused now, mood seeming to switch exponentially quickly as he loosed a giggle and snatched at the remaining sliver of fruit, dangling it over his maw and slowly letting it drop, crunching and swallowing, letting out a pleased rumble at the taste.

"I can be.... pushy. Or so I'm told. It's something I'm attempting to work on." He smiled brightly, patting the smaller bot on the shoulder.

"But I appreciate your polite manners. Now then... I'm parched. G, was it? Does it stand for something? Nevermind, I'll guess!"

He strode off, one servo resting on Ghostspire's shoulder, the other gesturing wildly, guesses coming thick and fast.

"Gearstick? No, that one's taken. Hm... Gorefist! There's a good name. Though a bit taccy... hm... oh! Here we are!"

They'd arrived. The bar was dimly lit, clean and serviceable, large enough for a patron like Overlord not to have trouble with. He directed them to a booth and waited for G to take a seat, waving at a staff member and ordering. "Kaonite bitter and a Tarnian brandy, thank you. And for you, dearest G?"

Now, how do you go about telling a mech who could crush your skull on a whim just because you declined something that you can't eat what they gave you? Physically, Ghostspire couldn't. Eating the fruit would make him violently ill, and he'd rather not purge his tanks in front of someone who might (would, probably, if Ghost was being honest with himself) take offense to that.

To most outsiders he looked calm, gold optics considering Overlord with wary calculation. His spark, on the other hand, was pulsing so hard he might as well have been running a race. He considered Overlord, curling the fruit closer to his chassis as Overlord got closer.

His claw sliced a sliver of the fruit before slipping the rest into subspace. He lifted his blastmask just a little bit, just enough to take a bite of the sliver, but not enough for Overlord to see anything.

"Call me G." He prayed the... eager mech wouldn't push further or come up with another nickname.

#ghostlyvisage #how do you like them apples #hoping this isnt toooooo silly for you hehe

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The Decepticon clawed desperately at Tarn's servos as he was hauled up by his neck, letting out choked cries of protest and pleas that came out as mere gurgles and whimpers, optics growing so large that they bulged, the glass there threatening to shatter under the impact. His legs kicked uselessly all the while.

The other two fared no better, frozen, looking on with rising horror, frames shaking. The shuttle fell to his knees, pleading. "I won't tell a spark! I promise! There- there must be something I can do!" He was shaking, servos finding his chestplates as Tarn's voice lilted through the air, sinking it's hooks into his spark and squeezing.

The APC had fallen to anger, spitting insults, cursing, howling threats at Tarn even as he felt his spark constrict more and more until- until- He looked to Gutcrusher, optics wide, feeling his own life hanging by the barest thread. Coolant tears pooled in his optics and his frame shook, his processor capable of feeling nothing but absolute terror. Beside him, the shuttle was sobbing.

Gutcrusher didn't feel a shred of remorse for anybot but himself, staring at the pair and at Tarn in wordless horror. This couldn't be it...

Tarn needn't have worried about Overlord. The inhibitor in the base of his neck left him utterly helpless, scarcely managing to blink, vocaliser locked down. Oh but he could hear... Tarn's voice was beautiful and oh... those screams... such a delight. He'd have to thank Tarn if he was given the chance. It was oh so satisfying to hear his captors pitiful begging followed by anguished screams. And... soon it seemed he would hear a few more! How wonderful.

"You did deliver him to me. And I thank you for it. However..." He said, rounding on Gutcrusher, a servo reached and grabbed him by the neck cables, lifting him off his pedes with ease. "I need certain assurances that this won't get out to anyone else." He hummed softly, his voice finding the common pulse between the shuttle and the APC. They would find that their legs were unable to move, as much as they tried to command their frames to do so.

"You see, it would reflect poorly on the DJD that a crew of nobody decepticons had found a way to track down the likes of Overlord before us." A shock of pain would rip through the two decepticons. Tarn put Gutcrusher down and forced him around to his two crew members, a servo holding his helm in place by the jaw. "And I just... cannot have that." Another sickening stab of pain would awash them as his talent manipulated their sparks, compressing them smaller and smaller.

"So, now you get to watch as your crew members here crumble and fade." Outside of the ship, commotion could be heard, the other four DJD members were decimating his crew, screams of horror and pleas for mercy rang out. Tarn could hear the excitement rising in Overlord's spark, he'd have to make this relatively quick to ensure the mech was pinned down properly on the berth.

"Unfortunately for the two of you... Your commander is just too concerned about a reward and gaining notoriety. Selfish reason that has led you all to your demise." With each word, their sparks grew smaller and dimmer until they were the size of a pinprick.

#tw: violence #symphonicdemise

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𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄    [ … ]   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄,

BOLD what applies - italicize sometimes.   repost, don’t reblog.

fights honourably / fights dirty

prefers close-quarters / prefers range

chats during / goes silent

low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance

attacks in bursts (stops to chat) / attacks steadily

goes for the kill / aims to disarm / fights defensively / strikes first

is provoked easily / provokes their opponent / teases

gets visibly frustrated / shouts (growls) while attacking / shows no emotion

uses strategy / focuses on the battle / experiences conflicting thoughts during battle / rushes in recklessly / tries to read their opponent before engaging

fights wildly / fights calmly / fights apathetically / fights with anger / fights with excitement / fights with purpose (is torture a purpose?)

fights because they have to / fights because they want to

fights without regard to wounds / runs away when wounded / hides wounds / takes a blow to protect another

prefers a blade /  prefers a gun / prefers hand to hand combat / prefers a bow / prefers a shield / prefers a personalised weapon  / prefers magic, alchemy or spells / prefers mindfucks and surprise

their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional

transforms for battle / fights as they appear

relies on strength / doubts their strength / relies on speed

uses everything they have / proceeds with caution / hides their full potential / exhausts quickly / has high stamina

behaves arrogantly / brags after landing a hit / belittles their abilities (guessing that's their oponent's?)

uses psychological tactics / uses brute strength

avoids civilians / strikes down civilians (depends on mood)

damages surroundings / avoids damaging surroundings

signature fighting style / makes it up as they go

mastered skill - set / learning their skill - set (I mean... punching a lot? Is that really a skill?)

fancy footwork / sloppy footwork

messy fighter / elegant fighter

accepts defeat / refuses defeat / begs for mercy / runs away

compliments their opponent / insults their opponent / doesn't talk to their enemies

uses unnecessary movements / moves efficiently / barely moves (but when he does it's to show off)

prefers to dodge / prefers to block

defends their blindside / has no blindside / leaves blindsides vulnerable

uses all available advantages / strictly uses one main method

plays around / holds back (keeps them alive longer) / fights ruthlessly / shows mercy

waits for an opponent to be ready / strikes when opponent isn’t ready

fears death / fears pain / fears killing / fears imprisonment and slavery / fears harm to her loved ones

has PTSD  / avoids fighting

has lost a fight / has won a fight

has killed / refuses to kill

wants to die standing / would succumb slowly / won't die without saying goodbye to at least one loved one

Tagged by @mnemoiisms and @symphonicdemise

tagging @athenafire, @gowithplana, @red-in-revolt, @platonicphoenix, @wildlygay if you wanna : D and of course anyone else who would like to!

#dash game

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I don't plug my shop a lot but I have these hats that will be open for preorders on Monday :)

#super cute I want one ahhh #ooc

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Well now. A mech with fine manners. That was certainly a plus. Or so he thought, suddenly a little irritated that the bot had apparently spurned his gift.

“Not to your tastes?” The big mech asked, clearly a little annoyed by that. He was not one to be told no so easily though, pushing back insistently.

“But they’re awfully juicy…. and ripe. Really, it’d be a shame not to enjoy one.” He shuffled a little closer, crowding Ghostspire. “Go on… just a little bite. Tell me it’s not simply delectable.”

The other patrons had started to disperse, all seemingly thinking better of getting involved or being anywhere near the two mechs.

“It’ll make a nice snack before we head off. You did say yes to the date, after all.” Clearly out of sheer desperation to stay alive but Overlord didn’t care to acknowledge that part. “Now- what should I call you, sweetspark?”

Ah, so he was being flirted with by Overlord. He looked up at the mech, golden optics slowly looking over his frame. Overlord wasn't... bad on the optics. At the very least Ghost would get a free drink and get to say he spoke to one of the most dangerous mechs and left intact.

That is, if he survived the interaction with the big, blue phase sixer. The stories about what he had done to mechs were enough to make even the most hardened hunters purge there tanks. So as long as he kept his vents even, said the right things, and didn't give himself a spark attack he'd be fine.

"A pleasure," Ghostspire gave a dramatic bow in turn, almost amused at the mechs offer. "And I suppose I could take you up on the offer of a drink." The drunker Overlord was the easier it would be to make his escape into the night. And, unless the larger mech asked he wouldn't give his name. He would have fun making the mech guess.

He offered the fruit out to Overlord, not keen on accidently stealing anything from him. Ghost could clean himself up later, it wouldn't be the first time he got drunk while dirty.

#eat the apple @_@ staaaaaaare #it’s rude not to accept the gift #ghostlyvisage

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X solemnly sits next to him, holding his hand. He is refusing to speak else his horrible poetry be heard again..

@anxietyfilledlalaloopsydoll

#m!a #no glossa for 48 hours