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⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝗠𝗬 ⠀ 𝓟𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙐𝙍𝙀. ⠀ 𝖲𝖤𝖤 𝘠𝘖𝘜 ⠀ 𝑰͟𝑭͟ ⠀ 𝘠𝘖𝘜 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ EVER ⠀ 𝑪𝑨𝑻𝑪𝑯 ᵁᴾ ˏ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝙶𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗦。

( rumble’s bed is never hot!! hmph!! )
November 3, 2025 at 2:07 AM

hnggg. addicts. ⠀ ( watches them leave, rotors twitchy. )
November 3, 2025 at 1:57 AM

( snickering. this is TOO good. the reactions get him just about every time, & all that’s really visible is the glimmer of his visor that he WILLINGLY lets shine. ) ⠀ you got less left in that bottle than you like to take, don’tcha? they won’t getcha through.
November 3, 2025 at 1:48 AM

( —? back onto the roof he goes, maneuvering over to the side that resides closest to the wrecker in their stride. ) ⠀ goin’ to fill your ‘prescription,’ ‘bot? ⠀ ( nearly hanging off all cheshire-like. )
November 3, 2025 at 1:37 AM

( workplace banter. bleughhh. soundlessly lowering himself onto the dumpster lid. )
November 3, 2025 at 1:25 AM

( sure are jumpy, aren’t they? that’s funny. tracer can gather that their habit is a dirty secret based solely on exhibited behavior at first glance. exhausting a vent louder than normal. on purpose. )
November 3, 2025 at 1:07 AM

( pills rattling in the bottle. he can tell exactly how many are left, curiously watching from over the edge. )
November 3, 2025 at 12:55 AM

( moves & perches on the glamorously lit roof of suborbitals, biding his time. the place is booming underfoot, masking any noise he could even think to make. )
November 3, 2025 at 12:45 AM

( SHEEEUT UP!! )
November 3, 2025 at 12:38 AM

( no…. mind your own business!!! )
November 3, 2025 at 12:35 AM

( he picked up on that all the way over here, optics narrowed. HUSH. )
November 3, 2025 at 12:31 AM

( locked in on a hit, hunkered down & studying the individuals routine & patterns to start. )
November 3, 2025 at 12:04 AM

yeah, ya got it. ya helped more than ya know. ⠀ ( vocals cleared, taking his leave. back outside with you, micromaster. he’ll bombard rumble. don’t worry, sunwire. )
October 31, 2025 at 1:37 AM

( shakes his helm, sliding down & offering out the towel. ) ⠀ nah. that ain’t what it’s for. thanks for entertainin’ the idea anyway.
October 31, 2025 at 1:29 AM

eh? but that ain’t for just anyone lookin’ for a place to hunker down. i think i’d rather take my chances elsewhere.
October 31, 2025 at 1:21 AM

( primus he’s already causing a divorce. sliding over to the couch.. )
October 30, 2025 at 11:57 PM

( shrinks a smidge.. ) ⠀ yeah.. BUT i’m choosing to be— y’know..
October 30, 2025 at 11:52 PM

can i… stayyyyy here for a bit—?
October 30, 2025 at 11:45 PM

i’m good. actually i came here to ask ya somethin’.. ⠀ ( in the process of drying off. )
October 30, 2025 at 11:40 PM

( tracer nods & shakes off what water he can before stepping in & stopping where he’d been instructed to wait. closes the door, wary of slamming it. when he turns, he’s greeted by the silhouetted of the OTHER ‘copter. wave. )
October 30, 2025 at 11:31 PM

( sopping wet, a continuous stream of water pouring from the edge of his blades. blink. ) ⠀ i’m alright— how’s it goin’?
October 30, 2025 at 11:24 PM

( ding dong, sunwire residence!! )
October 30, 2025 at 11:19 PM

( save your breath, predacon. )
October 30, 2025 at 9:29 PM

well get used to it. i ain’t out here spillin’ all of your precious secrets. not everythin’ i do revolves around you. ⠀ ( hops down feet first & soundlessly transforms before he meets the ground. )
October 30, 2025 at 7:27 PM

why do you care? ⠀ ( shakes the weight of water from his rotors. )
October 30, 2025 at 7:06 PM