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The best way to torture Shrapnel (or most any Insecticon really) would probably be to starve him.

#ooc #about the muse #headcanon

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Arcana by Miguel Cruz

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so you'll condone cannibalism?

sure why not

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The spider was giving him a bit too much credit considering that Shrapnel would eat just about anything. Though of course he had preferences, the kind that no doubt overlapped with what Tarantulas enjoyed, and he certainly enjoyed a good meal. Trouble was that being almost perpetually hungry by default meant that usually quantity took priority over taste...

"Maybe you could show me more about that 'love' (love)?" he asked, a hopeful note to his voice.

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"Everybody ought to eat like that."

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“Finally! Someone with a sense of taste!” Tarantulas croons, a pedipalp slipping under Shrapnel’s chin to give his helm an affectionate little wiggle. “Or at least, you’ve got your priorities in order. It’s disappointing how many mechs don’t see the point of putting effort into a good meal these days. No, they’d all rather choke down their ration packs and get back to fighting than savor a labor of love.”

#idw verse #noiizemaze

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"Why (why)?" the Insecticon echoed mockingly.

Deciding that actually he did feel like sitting down, Shrapnel let himself slide down until he was sat with his back leaned against the rock. Evidently he wasn't too worried about the other mech making use of his rifle.

"Why wouldn't I enjoy killing Autobots (bots)? Their pain, their screams (screams)..." After licking a bit of half-dried energon off his lips he added "Their taste (taste)" which he followed up with a sinister laugh.

metallightningbug "Insecticon (con)" he corrected almost automatically. Shrapnel was by no means a deserter or traitor or anything of that sort. The matter of the fact was that he and the other Insecticons were seperate from the Decepticons. They were allies against the Autobots, but each group had betrayed the other more than once in pursuit of their own goals. Shrapnel would be quick to tell anyone that he didn't care about the disdain and outright disgust most Decepticons viewed them with and yet... it did bother some small part of him for reasons he didn't know. "You hid here while I tore your friends to pieces (pieces)." The phrasing was clearly antagonistic, his tone taunting. Despite the pain he was in it seemed the Insecticon was trying to provoke the clearly armed Autobot, ignoring his suggestion to go and sit down.

Insecticon...

That jolted Smokescreen, but he keeps his friendly facade up. In fact, he goes clinical. 'You seemed to have enjoyed it. Why? Some friction between you and them?' That was perhaps a dumb question from one so squeamish.

Insecticon...Insecticon...

#drsmokescreen #g1 verse

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::Background noise::

SW: “TC, I think they are following us”

TC: “It´s just the vermins”

SW: “But… what if they found us?”

TC: “Keep walking, Warp”

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In turn the delightful jabs of pain from the Combaticons claws pressing into his back plating and that happy purr had him shivering. He had expected Vortex wouldn't mind the little shock too much, given that they both got pleasure from pain. Hearing that he not only actually liked it but was eager for more? That was a very pleasant surprise and only further reaffirmed the other mech as being nothing short of his ideal mate.

After taking a beat to lick some precious energon off his lips, he reached up to carress the combaticons neck with his claws. "I can do that as much as I want as long as I have enough energy (energy)" he informed the other, not without pride. "Mmmhhh... Some attention there would be nice (nice).... I'll give you another taste" Shrapnel slid his free servo between the copters thighs, running his digits over Vortex' panels. "but I want what you've been hiding (hiding)~"

Pulling his fangs from damaged plating he spent some time focusing on licking up the energon seeping from the fresh wound he had created.

Shrapnel wouldn’t dream of doing anything to stop Vortex, not when his touch felt so damn good. So, sooner rather than later, the latter option became reality. The Insecticon again sunk his teeth into his partners shoulder, biting down even harder than he had before to stifle the blissful moan coming from his vocalizer.

Along with his overload part of the electrical charge, that had been steadily building, was also released. Raw voltage crackled across his frame and with Shrapnel’s claws digging into the Combaticon’s plating as he clung to the mech, Vortex was sure to get a little shock for his troubles.

#helicrazy #nsfw #idw verse #valveplug

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"Insecticon (con)" he corrected almost automatically. Shrapnel was by no means a deserter or traitor or anything of that sort. The matter of the fact was that he and the other Insecticons were seperate from the Decepticons. They were allies against the Autobots, but each group had betrayed the other more than once in pursuit of their own goals. Shrapnel would be quick to tell anyone that he didn't care about the disdain and outright disgust most Decepticons viewed them with and yet... it did bother some small part of him for reasons he didn't know.

"You hid here while I tore your friends to pieces (pieces)." The phrasing was clearly antagonistic, his tone taunting. Despite the pain he was in it seemed the Insecticon was trying to provoke the clearly armed Autobot, ignoring his suggestion to go and sit down.

metallightningbug "Did you not listen (listen)?!" he hissed through gritted, energon stained teeth. "No one is coming for me (me)!" And he didn't need anyone coming to pick him up either. Even with his injured arm he would be able to make it back on his own. The wound was not that serious, as long as his frame had enough energy it would heal mostly on its own. It was a good thing that the Insecticons healed as quickly as they did considering that most of the time the couldn't expect any help, not even from the Decepticons. Leaning, with his left, uninjured side, against the wall of rock he watched the Autobot, while he waited for the pain to subside. "You're no fighter (fighter)." Shrapnel concluded after a couple of clicks.

Oh, he does listen. He listens well to that emotion, that vehemency. A deserter, or a rogue to some degree. 'I'm as much a fighter as you are Decepticon,' letting the mech know that Smokescreen knows that the numbers are in Smokescreen's favour, eventually. 'Why don't you go sit down?' The Con leans heavily into the rock wall. 'You want some help over?' Smokescreen lowering his rifle and pointing it about twenty-five degrees away, looking less antagonistic.

#drsmokescreen #no shrapnel also doesn't know what he's trying to achieve #g1 verse

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“Let me share a little in-field experience with you, hmm?

Get hungry enough, and you will eat anything. Your body might even begin to cannibalize itself. The innate drive to survive is just that strong… isn’t that wonderful?”

#he can second that #noiizemaze #no idea what's going on on ya'lls dash #but Shrapnel knows a thing or two about being hungry #and he will eat just about anything #or anyone

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That slight increase in pressure right before the seeker loosened his grip felt teasing in a way.

Shrapnel wasn't sure what exactly had brought this on, but he wasn't about to question it, lest Starscream change his mind. Maybe he'd ask once he had received that 'reward'.

"Mhhh... yes (yes)." He leaned into the gentle touch, appreciating it just as much as the feeling of digits around his throat or claws scratching up his plating.

🙌

"So you like to play rough, hmm?"

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He grinned, placing his servos on Starscream's lower arms. The feeling of hands around his throat would have been an unpleasant one in any other circumstance, but not when it was Starscream and not when the seeker's tone was so playful.

"You know that I do, my Star (star)." the Insecticon answered, a slight purr to his voice.

#thedecepticonstrueleader #idw verse

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"Did you not listen (listen)?!" he hissed through gritted, energon stained teeth. "No one is coming for me (me)!" And he didn't need anyone coming to pick him up either. Even with his injured arm he would be able to make it back on his own.

The wound was not that serious, as long as his frame had enough energy it would heal mostly on its own. It was a good thing that the Insecticons healed as quickly as they did considering that most of the time the couldn't expect any help, not even from the Decepticons.

Leaning, with his left, uninjured side, against the wall of rock he watched the Autobot, while he waited for the pain to subside. "You're no fighter (fighter)." Shrapnel concluded after a couple of clicks.

metallightningbug "I'm not waiting for anything (thing)." he responded truthfully. This hadn't been a mission and no one was coming to pick him up. The Autobots comments about the weather had him chuckling a bit as he stepped closer to the effectively cornered mech. He could show this guy a real thunderstorm, but that seemed unnecessary and a waste of energy at best, some close up shocks would be more than enough to fry his circuits. Shrapnel raised his right arm, energon stained claws aimed at the Autobot. Electricity crackled over his antlers and down along his shoulder, but when the voltage reached the injured part of his arm the menacing display was abprubtly interrupted by a noise of surprise and pain. Damaged, exposed wiring and high voltage were not a good combination and the sudden jolt of unexpected pain had the Insecticon clutching the wound on his arm with his left hand, smearing forgein energon onto it in the process.

Smokescreen is no engineer but he knows he's in trouble, watching a charge build around the small Con and in the antennae even with his gaze. Half rising fear and half conscious of the action, he raises his rifle, knowing he's going to have to shoot the mech only two rifle-lengths away, or be electrocuted, presumably.

But then, most oddly, the mech hunches in on himself and grips his torn upper arm. The charge dissipates. He electrocuted himself, Smokescreen surmises. He's not a medical doctor but is certainly aware of anatomy. The torn plating means no insulation. The building charge this mech uses as a weapon was free to travel to the nearest conductor—his own arm. That just saved Smokescreen's life, and now the mech is contaminating the wound advantageously, but it will take days for that to help Smokescreen.

Now that leaves a mech who wants to kill Smokescreen standing in front of him, injured. Smokescreen is programmed and sworn not to ignore that but he's not about to help the Con kill him ayther.

'Why don't you sit down a minute, over there,' Smokescreen points with his rifle muzzle to a flattish rock behind Shrapnel some steps, the rifle still aimed in Shrapnel's general direction. 'They'll find you just the same, over there.'

#drsmokescreen #g1 verse

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📏 + 22'

#rifleseye #shrapnel is used to being shorter than everyone

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Shrapnel would not have expected him to do anything about it in that hypothetical scenario. Unless it was actually serious, Kickback could deal with his own issues.

"Ravage is dead (dead)?" he questioned, cocking his head to the side. The Insecticon hadn't heard anything about the cassette cat going offline, than again the Decepticons never really did bother to keep them in the loop on anything. And it wasn't like Shrapnel would have really cared, not unless he was allowed to eat the corpse.

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There were thus far exactly two things Shrapnel liked about Rumble, his general chaotic energy and the fact that the cassette was shorter than him. That was generally also the extent of what the Insecticon knew about him, given that they had rarely interacted.

Currently they were both stuck sitting around, waiting for the signal to do their part in executing another one of Megatron's plans. He couldn't deny that thunderstorms and earthquakes sounded like a fun combination, however the exact purpose of this little cooperation was a mystery to him. Maybe Shrapnel would have managed to understand the plan if he had paid a little more attention... In the end it didn't matter as long as he was getting his promised reward.

#forgottenbodyandmemories #g1 verse