#ᴅ ᴇ ᴀ ᴅ ʟ ᴏ ᴄ ᴋ » [ can't silence what's been spoken / i'm mad as hell. not broken ]

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@photobombingcryptid "Please - we don't rob the watering grounds. We drink, get drunk, pass out and drink some more!"

"I mean, granted mech.. but ya never know. I'll come armed, just in case. Maybe even come in legged too."

Are those finger guns? He'll never tell.

#ʙ ʟ ᴀ ᴢ ᴇ » [ a comet blazing /twisting and crazing a harbinger in his own right #ᴅ ᴇ ᴀ ᴅ ʟ ᴏ ᴄ ᴋ » [ can't silence what's been spoken / i'm mad as hell. not broken ]

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Showdown.

@red-in-revolt "you're a thorn in my side, why don't you remember?"

He regards the other from the balcony he's climbed onto. His frame rests almost indolently against the balustrade- an energon dagger dangling from black claws in a calculatedly careless manner. Sharp optics watch the mech intently, their ember-hot reds with the incandescent focusing ring.

"Been a long time comin', hasn' it- brightspark."

#ʀ ᴇ ᴅ ꜱ ᴛ ʀ ɪ ᴋ ᴇ » [ the last of the greats / walking on broken glass ] • i n f i n i t e #ᴅ ᴇ ᴀ ᴅ ʟ ᴏ ᴄ ᴋ » [ can't silence what's been spoken / i'm mad as hell. not broken ]

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For the sake of brevity, some art below the cut.

Probably already posted deadlock but,

#my art #Fire ALpaca #I just need to get some new brushes #or make some #ᴍ ᴇ ɢ ᴀ ᴛ ʀ ᴏ ɴ » [ he that leads by terror and cruelty / dies by the weight of his own misdeeds ] #ᴏ ᴘ ᴛ ɪ ᴍ ᴜ ꜱ » [ he that boldly pushes forward / misses the beauty along the way.] #ᴅ ᴇ ᴀ ᴅ ʟ ᴏ ᴄ ᴋ » [ can't silence what's been spoken / i'm mad as hell. not broken ]

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Hey. Up here. Watching from above laying on his front, legs gently kicking air behind him.

"Been a hot minute since that last time I've seen you. Got time for a few bar runs?"

Rob 'em or drink at 'em? Either way, I'm in.

#ᴅ ᴇ ᴀ ᴅ ʟ ᴏ ᴄ ᴋ » [ can't silence what's been spoken / i'm mad as hell. not broken ] #ʙ ʟ ᴀ ᴢ ᴇ » [ a comet blazing /twisting and crazing - a harbinger in his own right

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@fieldmedicine “And it’s hard t’see anything around your swollen ego,” Ratchet gripes, but he’s still pulling Deadlock in by the pauldrons to lock him in a bear hug. Yeah. That’s better than letting this idiot posture. “Where in Pit did you crawl out of, huh?”

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Deadlock snorts at that, but allows himself to be pulled into that bear hug. There's only a moment's hesitation before he tightens his own arms around the medic's waist. Sunset optics squint in amusement, having missed the other's wit and playful grousing. "Eh, you know my ego's earned, Doc." His voice gentles after a moment, however. "It's good t'see you in good shape, though. Heard you'd deactivated a few vorns back. Glad to see that was a lie."

#ʀ ᴀ ᴛ ᴄ ʜ ᴇ ᴛ » [ bold is the man that heals. bolder still is he that loves] #ᴅ ᴇ ᴀ ᴅ ʟ ᴏ ᴄ ᴋ » [ can't silence what's been spoken / i'm mad as hell. not broken ]

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Contrary to popular belief, Deadlock is a prolific reader. His ship is stocked with datapads and tablets with a variety of topics. Some of them are even older than himself, created before the hazy time of being in his batch-group and before the self-actualization of self.

He idly thinks Rung might like some of these, claws running over the spines with their stamped glyphs.

He even has actual books, tomes made of brittle and ancient plastisheet pages and steel covers. These are the oldest, and arguably, the hardest banned. These books speak of a time BEFORE the Golden Age.

It's also arguably, where he first realized that the Functionalist Rhetoric was nonsense, even before he met Megatron and was set on this path.

It's one of these books, a slim volume with contraband poetry and essays that he selects. An even slimmer piece of foil serves as a bookmark, allowing him to resume his spot with ease. His frame curves easily as it settles into an overstuffed chair, spark content to rest for a bit.

#Any bibliophile would absolutely swoon over half of his collection #and be horrified at the rest of it #ᴅ ᴇ ᴀ ᴅ ʟ ᴏ ᴄ ᴋ » [ can't silence what's been spoken / i'm mad as hell. not broken ]

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The mech has no idea how in the hell he gets into these sort of situations. He'd been passing by when he'd heard the distress call. The identifiers had been garbled enough that he'd been unable to tell if the glyphs had been Decepticon or Autobot. The general had almost, almost been willing to let it slip by.

But that niggling little voice in the back of his processor that sounded suspiciously like Gasket had gently chided him. So, against his better judgement- he'd turned around and went to check.

Of course, with his luck- it HAD been Autobot.

Thankfully, from what he can judge- the ship had been an advanced scout and not a heavily armored squad. He's already faced the Wreckers once, and had no wish to go against that insane batch of processor addled group in the near future. Still, as he lifts the battered frame out of the wreckage and into his own ship towards it's meager medical facility—

— he wonders both what they're doing here....

and why the FRAG he's helping them.

A scowl twists his features as his servos move in practiced motions- pulling information from nearly a lifetime ago.

Taught by a mech he remembers more fondly than others. A memory of a patient voice and red servos, of white plating with it's obvious decals. It sobers him a little, those memories- almost making his digits shake with the power they still hold over him.

'Fine, Ratch' - he murmurs to the ghost over his shoulder. 'Doin' it just like you taught me.'

All he can do now, as he finishes up the surface repairs and her repair system kick in— is just to wait and see how she reacts and how quickly she recovers.

@twcwheeler

#ᴀ ʀ ᴄ ᴇ ᴇ » [dancer/dancer of the lonely night | waltzing. waltzing until the first morning light.] #ᴅ ᴇ ᴀ ᴅ ʟ ᴏ ᴄ ᴋ » [ can't silence what's been spoken / i'm mad as hell. not broken ] #V!: Far from home / the blade's edge

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😶 + if I paid ya to kick my aft every once in a while, would ya do it?

Sure, ain't had someone to pay me for somethin' like that since I worked the 'End. But figures y'd be some sorta freak like that.

Most Wreckers are.

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❛  how much do you wanna risk ?  ❜ (@primalxfire )

There's a hard glance over to his right, eyeing the brightly colored mechanism.

"Depends, mech. I ain't in the habit of picking up mechanisms. Also depends on how deep your subspace pockets are and what you're willing to pay."

He crosses his arms over that powerful chest, regarding the other warily. He doesn't tend to trust very many Autobots, and maybe has about two on that list that he'd consider worthy. Rodimus is not a mechanism he's had much in the way to deal with, and what little he HAS dealt with has given him the impression of a flighty, brash mech.

With zero self-preservation coding.

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He's just amused, reaching into subspace and pulling out one of his packs of cygirettes. His helm tilts to one side as he lights it up, bringing it to full lips with two digits. Sunset-colored optics lid faintly as he lets the stimulant-laden vapor hang in his interior vents for a moment, before blowing the fog out.

His glossa tingles with the chemical- a small boost going to his processor as it processes.

His arms dangle over the side of the railing, the small hotel hab rented out on this back-aft little colony planet. The Resolve is getting refitted and overhauled- so he's spending the night here and contemplating company.

Anyone want to spend the night with him?

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@gowithplana | continued from x

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The Decepticon checks his HUD one last time as he waits for the arrival of the other mechanism. He is perched on the ramp to his ship, the Resolve humming behind him. A cygirette dangles from his lips as he looks out towards the edge of the port, watching for the wayward Magnus.

One of Megatron's most infamous, he's not without about seven different escape routes and measures should the mech come with a retinue of guards to try to pin him down. Still, he doesn't think the Magnus is that kind of mech, or at least- he isn't pinging like one. He grouses to himself as he takes another hit off the synthetic tube, letting the chemicals hit his system with relief.

Finally, he smirks as he spots the speeding dot on the horizon, pushing to a stand as he leans against one of the hydraulic arms that braces the ramp. He stands slightly hipshot, arms crossed over his chest as Optimus makes his approach. A cautionary, friendly ping is sent out- giving him the exact coordinates.

::Over here, mech.::

#ᴏ ᴘ ᴛ ɪ ᴍ ᴜ ꜱ » [ he that boldly pushes forward / misses the beauty along the way.] #ᴅ ᴇ ᴀ ᴅ ʟ ᴏ ᴄ ᴋ » [ can't silence what's been spoken / i'm mad as hell. not broken ] #vv::TFA // Far from Home | on a silver cloud

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It's taken him near a goddamned fore-orn for him to arrive to the spaceport. Finding the meal set out for him had been a treat, especially as filthy and hungry he'd been after arriving. The first thing he'd done is seen one of his hidden back-alley medics, and the second was clean up.

The third was to absolutely stuff Rung's gift into his oral intake and sleep off the resulting energon-coma that had ensued. The warmth emanating from his tanks from the delicious fuel had been like a phantom hug, and he'd luxuriated in it while it had lasted.

Now, he's attempting the ardous task of avoiding being pinged by the DJD, as well as shopping for a ship as useful and unique as the Resolve had been.

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ZOOMS PAST. Better check your pockets.

He's already checked his subspace pockets, and found nothing amiss. However, sight-predation coding is activated, and he goes NYOOMING after Meme at top speed in altmode.

#ready or not #here he comes #ᴅ ᴇ ᴀ ᴅ ʟ ᴏ ᴄ ᴋ » [ can't silence what's been spoken / i'm mad as hell. not broken ]

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" In a sky full of stars I think I saw you."

He hums softly, perched next to the Magnus on the cliff-side. Normally, he's not one for these touchy-feely moments- but he understands the need for companionship. That need to be with someone, even if it's not to interface. Even if it's just to mingle fields for a while.

No, Decepticons understand- perhaps a little too well, the results of touch-starvation.

So, it's why he's considering following the mech back. The way his shoulder-struts tremble at the stress, the lack of support he hears in the other's voice as it tries to sound confident. He finds himself squinting at his own subroutines, idly wondering how long it'd take him to completely overhaul his frame to fit in.

Thank the Unmaker that he's already shorter than most 'Cons.

"Dunno 'bout that, mech- but thinkin' the empty spaceport was good enough."

Claws idly tap the rock for a moment- staring upwards.

"Take me back with ya when ya go back. Pretty sure I can still blend in enough. An' that way you got someone at yer back that can tell mecha to frag off. Jus' tell 'em you managed to scrounge up an ex-Con or somethin'."

#ᴏ ᴘ ᴛ ɪ ᴍ ᴜ ꜱ » [ he that boldly pushes forward / misses the beauty along the way.] #TFA » || We're not the same / but our spark beats in time. || #ᴅ ᴇ ᴀ ᴅ ʟ ᴏ ᴄ ᴋ » [ can't silence what's been spoken / i'm mad as hell. not broken ]

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@ofvaporex

He's just going to obtain one very intuitive medic, who offers a hand to see if he'll let him sit with him. A warm, friendly presence, head tilted towards him, field as open and receptive as ever.

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The mech is thankful, even as he takes the hand with a free one. His other still holds the tumbler of engex, sprinkled with citrine around the edges. Stubbed out cygirettes can be seen in a tray nearby, the amount of them shows that he's been at this for a little bit.

"S'up, mech?"

#ʀ ᴀ ᴛ ᴄ ʜ ᴇ ᴛ » [ bold is the man that heals. bolder still is he that loves] #ᴅ ᴇ ᴀ ᴅ ʟ ᴏ ᴄ ᴋ » [ can't silence what's been spoken / i'm mad as hell. not broken ]

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Let me tell you - it is an error to try and educate them. Besides, they don’t want an education. (swindle while tipsy)

He absently reaches over to remove the engex from the over-charged merchant. It's not the first time Swindle's wandered into his quarters, and probably won't be the last. With the end of the war, he's pretty much taken to doing his own thing and going where he wants.

How Swindle manages to find him again, and again- he'll never quite question. The mech is still too useful of a resource to burn bridges just yet.

That being said, he shakes his helm as he eases up to clean the glasses before gathering up Swindle to put him in one of the guest berths.

"That's usually the way it goes, Swin-" he drawls softly as he carries him down the hallway.

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