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[TF] Anamnesis - 01
Apr. 5th, 2021 06:47 pmTitle: Anamnesis
Universe: Amalgam
Characters: Hot Rod, Megatron, Hook, Scrapper, Scavenger, Long Haul, Bonecrusher, Mixmaster, Ravage, Soundwave
Rated: M
Enticements: Sticky Sexual Interfacing, Referenced Forced Body Modification, Memory Issues
Description: All kinds of trash gets tossed in the Heap, but when Hot Rod finds a barely-alive Empurate, he can’t leave the mech to die. Without his memory, Megs has no place to go, so Hot Rod offers him a place to call home. It’s meant to be temporary, but Hot Rod never expected wanting so badly for Megs to stay.
Commission for Withersake.
Chapter One
A new visitor to the Heap might find themselves overwhelmed with the stench of the place -- old grease and caked rust and decaying energon, the reek of death and abandonment basically. Hot Rod has visited the place so often he’s blind to it now. That and he’d had the foresight to shutter his vents, and turn off his olfactory sensors.
It’s a scrapyard. Mechs should know that it’s not the cleanest place on Cybertron to be.
Still. Better than a slagpile.
Narrow furrows wind through the teetering piles of junk and scrap. Hot Rod’s carved out some of his own through the years, but every once in a while, he’ll take a route hacked up by some other Scrounge, and find something on the list.
Not his list, just the list.
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Universe: Amalgam
Characters: Hot Rod, Megatron, Hook, Scrapper, Scavenger, Long Haul, Bonecrusher, Mixmaster, Ravage, Soundwave
Rated: M
Enticements: Sticky Sexual Interfacing, Referenced Forced Body Modification, Memory Issues
Description: All kinds of trash gets tossed in the Heap, but when Hot Rod finds a barely-alive Empurate, he can’t leave the mech to die. Without his memory, Megs has no place to go, so Hot Rod offers him a place to call home. It’s meant to be temporary, but Hot Rod never expected wanting so badly for Megs to stay.
Commission for Withersake.
A new visitor to the Heap might find themselves overwhelmed with the stench of the place -- old grease and caked rust and decaying energon, the reek of death and abandonment basically. Hot Rod has visited the place so often he’s blind to it now. That and he’d had the foresight to shutter his vents, and turn off his olfactory sensors.
It’s a scrapyard. Mechs should know that it’s not the cleanest place on Cybertron to be.
Still. Better than a slagpile.
Narrow furrows wind through the teetering piles of junk and scrap. Hot Rod’s carved out some of his own through the years, but every once in a while, he’ll take a route hacked up by some other Scrounge, and find something on the list.
Not his list, just the list.
( Read more... )
