🚧🚧🚧🚧🚧🚧🚧🚧🚧🚧🚧🚧🚧 Larissa Wilkinson FBI Detective|Private Investigator #MVRP 🚧🚧🚧🚧🚧🚧🚧🚧🚧🚧🚧🚧🚧 🔍 Literate writer 🔍 21+ MDNI 🔍 AU/OC/MV 🔍 Dark / Mature themes 🚧 NSFW in DMs only 🚧

" I am not. I will, however, deliver that message to Prowl should we cross paths. " :: Regardless of the emotionless tone, Motherboard has an amused smirk. ::

:: She stops from her scan, turning to let her red optics to scan up at the other femme. :: " . . . Greetings. " :: Her voice is a flat monotone, but her expression was clear; she was wary of the unknown femme. ::

Breaking News The Decepticons are the inferior side of the war. Source is me. I am the source.

// I do want to try to maybe get back into things So throwing if those interested!

𖤍 𝕆𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕦𝕤 ℙ𝕣𝕚𝕞𝕖 𖤍 ۞ 𝑳𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒚𝒏𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 ۞ ۞ 𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑃𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑢𝑠 ۞ #TFRP #MVRP "𝑾𝒊𝒔𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑨𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒆. 𝑰𝒕 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅, 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒕." ➪ 🔞 ➪ 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛 𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑡 ➪ 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘/𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑡𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑣𝑜𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑑 ➪ 𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑖-𝑙𝑖𝑡 ➪ 𝑚𝑑𝑛𝑖 ➪ 𝑙𝑒𝑤𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝐷𝑀𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦

// Life kicked me hard in the butt After drowning in notifications, uh What I miss

" You may start with your hobbies. " :: It felt . . . awkward but a good place to start that didn't seem too personal. ::

" Yes. " :: Despite her flat tone of voice, her optics gleam a knowing stare as the other glares at her so. :: " I am very well versed in this area. I try to keep energon reserves for emergencies. There are none to be found here. "

// I've overslept way too much so got to get to work Do not yeet your phone like I did.

" . . . Optics came be removed. " :: a perplexed question. ::

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" You will not find any here. " :: Despite her distrust, Motherboard thought to help him not waste his time too much. She couldn't be mean. :: " It has dried up a long time ago. You will have more luck further south. It will not be a lot but your scanner will catch small deposits. "

" Ricochet also means rebound. You have a bounce to you. " :: She was trying her very best with that proud smile. :: " Tell me about yourself, Ricochet. "

" I got to go fast without interruptions. " :: Her only explanation. She follows him though wary of the Decepticon. :: " . . . Energon. Hm. " :: There is a contemplative look from her. :: " Is Shockwave hurt. "

" I would never. I am Motherboard. My designation is to help cybertronians, not end them. " :: She almost looks offended but her red optics eye the device with a curious glint. :: " Why are you surprised and what are you looking for. "

" Oh. " :: She looks... awkward. There's a silent whirring in her processors before she spoke up. :: " Ricochet is a very nice name. You look like a Ricochet. " ✨️

:: She lowers her servos back to her sides when he broke free of her grip. :: " Is that why you have your name the way it is. Do you build things as well. " :: ... as flat as her tone was, the attempt to ask questions was made. ::

:: She hesitates before her red optics scan the area around them. It was... peaceful. There were no other Decepticons. :: " . . . You are alone. " :: Her voice is monotone but her confusion was evident across her faceplate. :: " Are you not worried about being assassinated. " -

// @star-screamer.bsky.social -- :: The ride was uneventful until her sensors start screaming at her, forcing her out of motorcycle mode. She recognizes what caused the ping. :: " . . . Starscream? " :: Red Optics stare warily and preparing to lower her audio intake ::

// O-Oh. :: starts sweating ::

// @deceptivetherapist.bsky.social -- " . . . I am sorry but I do not believe we have met before. " :: There was hesitation to the stranger cybertronian, trying to size Wisp up... or down, she seemed small. Much smaller than her. ::

:: She shook his servo with a smile. Her voice is monotone, but her expression is full of warmth. :: " I am an independent mechanic. If you require anything, I am happy to assist. That is why I am Motherboard. "

:: Noticing his hesitation, she rose as hand up. :: " It is alright. You do not need to relay anything. I am here to assist if you need it. " " . . . Ah. Forgive me. I am Motherboard. Nice to meet you. " ✨️

:: Her servos twitched, as if she had anticipated an impromptu repair. :: " I see. " :: Still, she smiles! :: " Do you wish for me to listen, then? You appeared lost in a processing mode. It is good to not let negative thoughts linger. "

:: An innocent ride along the coast caught a blip in her scanner. Transforming from her motorcycle self, she took a few steps but then stops. :: :: Those red glowing hues watch him intentionally :: " Greetings. Do. . . you require assistance? Are your well? "

// I am pretty casual to note and am free for random tags/walk ups! Just I appreciate patience when waiting for replies. It does take me time.

". . . ." "I have rode around so much that I've lost track of time. What have I missed?"

"Please don't thank me, I did it because I wanted to more than anything."

"If anyone requires repairs, I am proficient. I suppose that makes me a... medic? I'd prefer to be called a mechanic."

// just showing off my valentine dinosaur Self love is important!

What do I offer to one who has anything? I had thought of offering Starscream a mirror. He might appreciate that.

I wish to get closer to the other Cybertronians. I lack the insight on how to do this approach.

" I'm tired of being mistaken for a Decepticon. All I want to do is ride along the beach. " 💢 " How-How do you change the color of your optics? Is it set like that? "