Oil Slick | TF RP

Couuuld just be a lingering effect from the kaleido-crystals, but universe has split and spilled open. Its sparkly star guts are everywhere!

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OOC:// Fly! :)

Looking at this beautiful art again <33

OOC:// Perhaps they should terrorize you more 💚

@badapplemedic.bsky.social <3

OOC:// Absolutely gorgeous. <3 I love all the little details. These two dastardly slags ♥️💚

Commission Art done by Blaster's Mod! Omg I love it SO SO SO MUCH!!!! They are so cute and in love!!! I cant contain my joy!!!

Happy Valentines to the light of my Spark ❤️

@oilslickedchemtrap.bsky.social

(Commission Art done by Blaster's Mod)

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Sentinel Magnus, apparently.

to irresistible distraction.]

On that, I have no doubt.

[Oil Slick slipped his bladed digits around Bad Apple’s midriff with practiced ease and led the other towards their shared quarters.

It was at the deterioration of the cause, ultimately: their General’s extended absence. Even professionals and loyalists fell—

I have no doubt it will be enjoyable, just to experience it with you.

[Despite himself, Oil Slick rapidly found his interest in continuing the chemical reaction beyond this safe step dwindling, replaced by a heady heat originating directly from Bad Apple’s digit tips and touch. He took the vial from his lover’s hand and put it aside.]

Of course my dearest.—

[That sinfully adorable pout could melt a zirconium alloyed spark effortlessly.

Oil Slick prolonged his lover’s suffering only a moment longer as he poured the second reactant into the vial, down to the last drop.]

A movie, my Copper Sweet? Do you mean the spectacle recordings the humans make?

Bad Apple to take from him.]

Hold this quite steady for me now, my wanting Medic.

[The bike’s lithe frame heated and grumbled under increased heavy stroking. Green optics narrowed down steely on the liquid chemical mixture, lest his precision lapse.]

You certainly may take us all out, yet.

[Oil Slick teased in turn. He lifted a vial between two claw tips and held it for—

[The chemist smirked at such a title. He continued his work toward the next safe opportunity for pause, as an allowance of instability at this stage could cause an explosion, but pressed his waist into Bad Apple’s hold.]

Romance, my dear Apple? Is that the intent of your visit?

[The chemist might have been stricter on when they should rise, only that none of his experiments required an early joor, and their great General was preoccupied with other things not pertaining to the team.

He merely curled an arm securely around his medic’s chest and murmured deeply in recharge.]

unwilling to allow an Autobot to escape— at least, not unaltered.]

upper hallway of Team Chaar’s ship just behind Minerva, Oil Slick fired a canister aimed to sail over the Autobot’s sleek form, and unroll on the floor in front of her: A sharp and nasty looking spike strip.]

::We need to secure the ship. Lock it down.::

[He sent to Bad Apple,—

[Rather than a passage from the brig directly to the outside, the door Skyfire had located would lead to a shallow maintenance closet. The doorway by which the smaller grounders had exited could be opened much wider, however, to accommodate sizes such as team crew Blackout and Gen. Strika.

In the—

Such a 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. My mistake, Autobot.

Oh? And what tidbit might I be overlooking?

Seems the Autobots may be scaling back…

Should you wish it, I will join you on patrols.

[Oil Slick carried out the tire replacement just as gently, the procedure routine enough to be well within his repertoire.]

It’s entirely up to you if we should seek out any retribution for this, Sweet Spark. But should /he/ feel the beating was insufficient, know that we have your back.—

OOC:// An internals conflict you say? Flinging internals around at each other like a food fight :)

OOC:// I also think Blight is justified. Oil Slick may disagree however :)

There’s many who don’t deserve your effort, even if they aren’t this blatantly ungrateful.

[As the pain management should now be in effect, Oil Slick continued to remove the destroyed wheel.]

Hardly…

[The chemist assured. He prepared the pain dampener and administered it, then placed a fond kiss upon the overly compassionate doctor’s brow while waiting for it to take effect.]

Perhaps you will choose who you devote your time and healing care to more carefully however, in the future?—