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a million miles from hope.

@guardiia / guardiia.tumblr.com

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old buddies should hit me up on discord @  🔥 satan 🔥#4879
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[✖️]  Mun Facts

THE BASICS:

  • Name: Hoss
  • Pronouns: she/her
  • Sexuality: pansexual
  • Zodiac sign: cancer

THREE FACTS:

  1. i got 3 kitters.
  2. i’m a p good cook. put me with my fiance and we’re unstoppable in the kitchen. you want fed? you get fed, and YOU get fed, everybody gets fed!
  3. i’m a PR manager and the standing lead investigator on a paranormal investigation team. 

EXPERIENCES:

started RPing when i was like...11? 12? haven’t looked back since, it’s definitely my favorite hobby.

PLATFORMS:

started on Proboards forums, stayed in that general area for many years, and only really got on tumblr to RP in like 2012. ofc i also RP privately.

WORST EXPERIENCE:

trusting abrasive, narcissistic fucks who were only interested in friendship when it was convenient and easy. 

BEST EXPERIENCE:

meeting some of the great friends i’ve made here ;v;

OTHER:

  • Typical muse gender: female
  • Favorite face: shiet probably the one I use for my Unicronian, which is Eva Green. don’t get me wrong Serena Williams is a strong second. 
  • Least favorite face: i don’t think i have one? u do u boo.
  • Multi or Single: as far as shipping gimme multi alllll the fuckin time. all the ships.
  • Angst fluff or smut: ALL. though i tend to prefer to smut privately, it depends on how i’m feeling.
  • Plot or memes: both. both is good.
  • Long or short replies: this depends also. i tend to be wordy, but i like short dialogue threads too.

Tagged by: @iteru

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There was a clack as stasis cuffs were snapped onto her wrists.
“…….What are you doing to her?” Hubcap asked.
“She attacked us unprovoked. Unicronian’s don’t just tolerate that. She’ll be judged.”
“She was trying to help me.”

     There wasn’t much Hal could do besides sit there and try to catch her breath as she was taken into custody, and even if she had been able to protest, she probably wouldn’t have.

     “Fair...enough.” She wheezes, hot air gusting out of her vents as her systems try and chase the last of the noxious fumes from within her. Yeah, that’s a smell she’s not going to forget for a long time; nightmare fuel is what what is. 

     ...Knife guy from earlier was probably going to be ecstatic when he heard about this...

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“……Why? Why did you want to help me?”
Hubcap’s voice had deepend, but aside from sharper edges and a change in optic color, he looked the same, sitting up on the alter.
Assassin make a soft squeak and threw up as well as the sound of Hal getting sick.

     It’s a while before the truck can answer, holding up a shivering servo to signal that she needed a minute. Or 15-20. 

     Eventually, she chokes and kickstarts her vocalizer with a blart of static: 

     “It’s,” cough, cough, “it’s what I do, mech. Someone said ya’,” dry heave, “...were in trouble -- god --, so I came.” Her optics are watering solvent at an alarming rate, because let’s be honest here, organic smells like that are her kryptonite. Hazard might have achieved the same reaction had she thrown a cow carcass at the frontliner.  

     The problem was, however, she’d failed in doing what she’d come to do, but Hubcap didn’t seem to be any worse off for it. 

     Now her commanders were going to eat her for lunch. Fuck.

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“Well considering he’d be killed in cold blood by his own teammates otherwise, we decided it was best NOT to ask the Autobots for help. Sassy, would you unfasten him? Looks like he’s almost done. And Hazard? Don’t kill her. I know that look. That’s the Glass Gas look. Don’t do it. Try the Fueltank melter.”
With her gas mask knocked away, Hazard accessed a pocket of posion inside her body. She parted her full, purple lips and exhaled a puff of blue smoke.
The smell was a boquet of corpse, sludge, rotted vegetable matter, vanilla, grease, and organic sewage. It was strong enough that Halocene could taste it with her eyeballs.

     “A memo at least would have been nice!” The Autobot barks back, and immediately freezes as that smell hits her olfactory sensors full-force. Her first instinct is to in-vent to close her vents, but it only draws the stench in -- and oh, she can literally taste it...

     Scrambling back off of the truck to try and get away from the source of it, Halocene gags once, twice, and then purges as she comes to rest on her servos and knees. 

     Congratulations, Hazard, you’ve made her upchuck everything in her fuel tank in a world record time. The fight is officially over, because the only thing Hal can do now is heave and gag and try to blow the gas out of her ventilation system.

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“Those that Become One with the One are far blessed above those that become One with the Void. No more will you walk in Primus light, but take shelter beneath the Dark Lord’s Wings. His fangs will be your sword and shield, his black spark your shelter. Endless wealth drips from the points of his—Do you bitches MIND?”
Nuke turned to the fighting females, hands on hips hips. On the table, Hubcap convulsed and screamed.
Hazard tried to guide the punch into his gas mask, to have it moved aside.

     The screaming was distracting, to say the least, so Hal’s helm snaps to the side, concerned for the little Wrecker, and her fist goes astray, landing solidly against the presented target of the gas mask. 

     “Yeah, I mind! Ya’ might have let someone know ya’ were gonna’ take him and that he wasn’t gonna’ be hurt, but noooo.” The black and yellow Autobot complains, still perched, ready to fight, over the larger truck.

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tagged by: @iteru

tagging: @hazardous-outlander, @amalgamatexprime, @burnished, @cuuratriix, anyone else! <3

Broken A Strut | Gotten Welds | Had A Near Death Experience | Killed Someone (War time) | Tried And Failed To Kill Someone (War time) | Invented Something  | Been Hungover | Kissed Someone | Slow-Danced | Been In A Long-Term Relationship | Had Sex | Had Sex And Regretted It | Had A One-Night Stand | Had A Threesome | Experimented With Their Sexuality | Had A Kid | Gotten Bonded  | Self-Harmed | Traveled To Another Country | Been In A Play | Received An Inheritance | Been In A Car Wreck (tank wreck?) | Lost A Loved One | Been Dumped | Dumped Someone | Smoked | Gotten High | Been Slipped Something In Their Food/Drink   | Won A Contest | Won An Election | Joined A Sports Team | Gone Skydiving | Gone Hunting | Been In A Band | Had A Job | Been Fired | Been To A Wedding Party | Owned A Pet | Seen A Ghost | Skipped Class/Work | Learned An Instrument | Gotten A Noticeable Scar | Sued Someone | Been Robbed | Been Mugged | Been Kidnapped | Been Sexually Assaulted | Been Brainwashed/Hypnotized | Gone More Than One Day Without Eating | Had A Recurring Nightmare | Been Bullied  | Bullied Someone | Seen Someone Die | Attempted Suicide | Been Tied/Chained Up | Shot Someone | Stabbed Someone | Saved Someone’s Life | Cheated On Someone | Been Cheated On | Had A Stalker | Been Betrayed | Was A Traitor | Been In A Fight | Been Arrested | Been To A Funeral | Had Surgery | Broken Someone’s Trust | Gotten A Piercing | Gotten A Tattoo | Used A Fake Name | Been Tortured/Tortured Others | Been Abused | Been Blackmailed | Had An Attempt On Their Life | Gotten Away With A Crime | Gone On A Road Trip | Been In Love

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@guardiia
“ Well, i thought i didn’ like big gals. But damn i’m glad i was wrong for once. Nice ta meetcha, luv! Name’s Crosshairs.”
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     Who the hell -- 

     “Oh, hey lil’ green dude. Nobody introduced me to ya’,” the truckformer turns to face the smaller mech, “name’s Halocene, friends call me Hal.” She provides her traditional dashing grin and extends a servo to shake his. 

     Everybody loves a truck, Crosshairs. Duh.

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“Right well I’ll believe that when the people of Junk and myself ask him to leave our planet and he does, because as it stands I don’t think he would. Now if you’re going to defend someone who rose from nothing and gained power and not be the slightest bit cautious that it might go to their head may I remind you that Megatron exists.”
She sighed.
“Point is, I don’t trust that he’ll stay this benign king you claim he is.”

     “He was a slave, Outlander. He knows what it’s like to be on the bottom of the barrel, and if ya’ compare him to Megatron again, I’m not the only one you’re gonna’ piss off.” It’s obvious she’s disenchanted with Outlander at this moment in time, arms folded over her chest, closed off, audio fins straight back parallel to her helm. 

     “...And Junk isn’t even in Pentax!”

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“Tad hard to do when they’re trying to kill you. Now that wouldn’t be a problem normally, lots of people want to kill me, the problem is that he seems to think his title justifies it.”
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     “He’s not killing anyone. If he was going to kill ya’, you’d be dead by now, trust me. He earned his title through hard work and struggle, and if you knew one damn thing about him and how he runs things, you’d backtrack real fast.”

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