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Fuck it🖕🏽😉

Amazing!! Look at this person's fabulous art they are so talented!

what's my age again

Yeah! That thing!

Heavy is the chest that wears the tits or whatever

Part 7🥀🩶

Only 3 more to go!!

Existing without her was… excruciating. Every breem that crept by brought with it little reminders that she wasn’t here any longer, and the blade in her spark twisted anew. She wondered if there would ever come a time when it didn’t hurt anymore… and then wondered if that was something she even wanted. That would mean that she’d forgotten… healed. She didn’t quite deserve that.

She’d been under near constant surveillance since they’d found her comatose in that room, whimpering and unresponsive. It had not taken them long to figure out the cause of her state, which had prompted a long-winded lecture about following rules, along with the promise that she would be punished in the event that she acted out again.

Not that she truly needed supervision. She was all but a husk now, completing her duties listlessly, still wading through the shock and grief of her loss. She hardly registered anything, moving more out of habit than actual obedience. Tonight she was serving in the lounge again, the room yet another reminder. The last place she had seen her Shining Star.

A servo flagged her down, and she moved soundlessly to the table, filling the first cup.

“I told you he was dangerous… I told all of them! We should have sent someone to take him out during recharge… and now the whole fraggin’ planet’s in an uproar!”

“Another attack, this one in Praxus.”

“Primus… they’re getting closer all the time.”

She couldn’t help but overhear their conversation, gratification coiling through her at their obvious distress. She had never liked members of the Elite Guard before, their mannerisms and predisposition to violence making them the least enjoyable patrons… now she had even more reason to detest them. She moved around the table, filling as she went, her digits tightening around the handle of the carafe as she resisted the urge to spit in it.

“As if that wasn’t bad enough, they’ve taken full control of Kaon. Not having access to those forges is going to severely reduce our flow of resources. It’s only a matter of time before they come here. The Council needs to move fast if we have any hope of squashing this movement. We need to mobilize immediately.”

“He’s a miner… a miner! It’s embarrassing that he’s been allowed to get this far. I say we bring this fight to his doorstep and wipe out every lowly bot in that Primus-foresaken place. Throw them all into the smelting pits.”

It was strange, feeling anything other than the sorrow… in a way it was a relief. A distraction. Deep inside her aching chassis, the seeds of resentment she had once fostered for the higher castes blossomed into hate.

“Yeah, well… good luck pitching that to Alpha Trion. He’s still insistent we can resolve this through the Prime initiative. Fool. Megatron wants no part in peacekeeping. He’s out for energon.”

‘I hope he eviscerates all of you,’ she thought to herself, moving away from them and back into the corner.

Hearing word of the uprising was strange, the news filling her with a grim satisfaction while simultaneously fueling her pain. To know there truly had been a future out there for her and her lover was as infuriating as it was heartbreaking. They had been so close… what a cruel, cruel joke.

UGHHHHHH issogood!!

Big. Beautiful.

No but why is this perfect?

Transformer Prime Starscream if he was in Beast War.

(Based on a heron)

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BLOG DETAILS //♡//

This is a sideblog; you will be followed back by @gutter-bot

Minors DNI - this blog will cover adult topics including but not limited to substance abuse, trauma, death, violence, sexual content, kinks, suicidal thoughts, mental health

I try to be consistent with posting/replies, but there will be periods of low activity from time to time - I will try to post updates in the event that I will be less active

My OC exists within/was created for the TF Aligned universe, but I am open to cross-continuity shipping, along with poly-shipping

I am open to shipping Naja with a variety of muses, though interactions will be based on chemistry - my DMs are open to discuss

More below the cut...

ABOUT THE MUSE //♡//

OVERVIEW

Designation: Naja (pronounced na•yuh)

Gender: Gender fluid

Pronouns: All are accurate, though typically she/her (see additional notes for further explanation)

Height: 6.5 meters/21 feet - also 7.5 meters/25 feet (see notes)

Colouration: Scarlet and maroon mainly, with multiple grey undertones and silver accents

Frametype: Dual frametype - femme and mech (see notes)

Alt mode: None currently

Occupation prior to war: Courtesan

Affiliation: Decepticon

Weapons: Arm mounted (detachable) dual blades, grappling wire, talons, retractable blades in heel struts

Strengths: Speed, flexibility, precision, close and mid range attacks

Weaknesses: Defense - heavy armor sacrificed for maneuverability, long range attacks, smaller stature - physical strength limited

Positive traits: Loyal, observant, clever, determined, adaptable, curious, flirtatious/playful

Negative traits: Self indulgent, stubborn, impulsive (at times), self-destructive/reckless, flirtatious (with enemies - she'll still try to kill them, but first she wants to see how riled she can make them)

-> A more detailed look at her background can be found here.

ADDITIONAL NOTES AND QUIRKS //♡//

All courtesans were cold forged and given a dual frametype (along with a host of other specific modifications). Naja can shift between femme and mech frametypes at will, though favors the former - a strategic choice. Her enemies don’t take her as seriously when she's smaller... the last mistake they ever make.

Naja values her beauty, but isn't vain. She was ultimately indifferent about her appearance prior to the war, but has found it a useful tool in misleading her opponents at times.

She has never taken an alt mode. Due to her function she was never expected to leave the brothel where she was created, and as such was not allowed to possess a means of transport. Now, she has concerns that any additional structures may impede her maneuverability - a key strength in her aerial/grappling fighting style. Unless Megatron orders her to choose one, she likely never will.

Her time as a courtesan provided her the unique opportunity to master the skill of observation. While she has nowhere near the monitoring network the Decepticon CSO has, her ability to read bots is uncanny. She doesn't need footage to decipher social interactions; even the most minute physical cues can give someone away. She hears the words left unspoken, piecing together motives and secret meanings, detecting lies and disingenuous behavior. It is perhaps one of her greatest strengths.

Having spent her life pre-war serving others, Naja has since become a creature of indulgence, luxuriating in every opportunity to pursue her own desires. Depending on her mood - and the company - those can range from pleasurable to downright sadistic.

She carries a lot of guilt in her, blaming herself for her lover's demise. To counter this, she will at times turn to substance abuse as a distraction. If she has nothing available to her, she will manipulate others into punishing her (misbehaving so she will receive a beating, encouraging rough interface, etc).

She is considered a hypersexual individual, though whether it has more to do with the unnatural nature of her forging or it's a type of trauma response she isn't willing to look into she isn't certain.

Music is very precious to her (it reminds her of her former lover).

She is fascinated by the flora and fauna on Earth (yes even humans), as so many of them resemble the species from back home. It is not unusual for her to attempt sneaking a 'pet' on board the Nemesis... but she always gets caught.

RULES & GUIDELINES //♡//

Please be respectful. No form of bullying will be tolerated.

Do not thread hop/self insert into an ongoing rp without discussion.

Paragraph style roleplay is my preferred method.

Please reach out through DMs to discuss/plot out rp ideas. Other interactions such as ask prompts are open to all and do not require pre planning at this point. Keep in mind some of these responses will be singular (not ongoing).

Naja is a Decepticon, and has a traumatic past, therefore role-playing with her will cover dark themes. If you are not comfortable with this, we are likely not compatible.

You DO NOT have to rp with me to exist in my space. Tagging, chatting, etc is still very welcome.

They totally do...

him and scream gossiping about megsie

Be nice to your coworker, wake up conjunxed

Let just say Shockwave is very comfused

Imagine the girl you've been pining over for decades who's been tormenting you still doesn't leave you alone even after she explodes into fairy dust

Couldn't be me

This will be colored at one point