#ᴍ ᴇ ɢ ᴀ ᴛ ʀ ᴏ ɴ » [ he that leads by terror and cruelty / dies by the weight of his own misdeeds ]

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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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💋:3c a little kiss, for deadlock

He's... somewhat surprised by the kiss. Orange optics blink quietly, but any sort of flippant remark easily dies in his vocalizer as he sets optics on the bigger mech. Once upon a time, having this sort of attention on him had been the bane of his existence. Intimacy, much less affection, had been nothing more than part of a job, part of the great lie that mechs had paid for.

But with Megatron and Ratchet, it had always been different. It had continued to be different.

The mercenary shifts slightly, but seems to make some quiet decision- before pushing upwards on the tips of his pedes to return the kiss. It's a hesitant thing, offering Megatron an out if he so wishes- but there's something earnest about it. Something in the old guttermech that he had once been, and not the vicious creature he'd become.

One set of claws rests lightly on the curve of Megatron's gauntlet, a gentle squeeze in appreciation of both the former miner's strength and sturdiness. A reminder of the things he's always found attractive about him, along with the mortar that had been his charisma, and the foundation of his belief.

While much of Drift does not see the light of day, there's still so much of the mech in Deadlock, despite his best intentions.

#ᴍ ᴇ ɢ ᴀ ᴛ ʀ ᴏ ɴ » [ he that leads by terror and cruelty / dies by the weight of his own misdeeds ] #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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tag dump.

#ic:: dash commentary #[ c r a c k ] ☼ guess you could call me /gun/shy #ʀ ᴀ ᴛ ᴄ ʜ ᴇ ᴛ » [ bold is the man that heals. Bolder still is he that loves] #ᴏ ᴘ ᴛ ɪ ᴍ ᴜ ꜱ » [ he that boldly pushes forward / misses the beauty along the way.] #ʀ ᴏ ᴅ ɪ ᴍ ᴜ ꜱ » [ for he is the brother of my heart / the dagger between my ribs. ] #ᴍ ᴇ ɢ ᴀ ᴛ ʀ ᴏ ɴ » [ he that leads by terror and cruelty / dies by the weight of his own misdeeds ] #ᴅ ʀ ɪ ꜰ ᴛ » [ nothing but a wayward reflection / nothing but a hopeless deflection ] #ᴍ ᴜ ꜱ ɪ ᴄ / the warrior's tempo #ᴅ ᴇ ᴀ ᴅ ʟ ᴏ ᴄ ᴋ » [ can't silence what's been spoken / i'm mad as hell. not broken ] #ꜱ ᴘ ʀ ɪ ɴ ɢ ᴇ ʀ » [`ain't no gentleman / but i'll do what i can. beat down like a dog / ain't gonna be much left of this town.] #ᴡ ʜ ɪ ʀ ʟ » [ don't tell me i need fixing / just be there when i need you ] #ᴋ ᴜ ᴘ » [I was here before the world was new / and I'll be here long after you ] #ꜱ ᴏ ᴜ ɴ ᴅ ᴡ ᴀ ᴠ ᴇ » [ the sound of silence and secrets / ah hush now voices carry. ] #ꜱ ᴇ ʟ ꜰ » [lookin' in a mirror / but twice as pretty.]