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"SHOWING MY LOVE"

sabrethepirate answered:

So that’s what they call it?

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"Yes~ I have a Jewel mine. I knew you’d like the idea. And perhaps I can cut a few jewels for you~"

"Ooooh… that sounds fun."

Mayhem grinned, taking one of Sabre’s servos into his own as he rose slowly, comming for a bridge towards the mine. He would wait for the portal before purring and leading the mech through, stepping out into the other side.

Sticking out of the rock formation’s walls were shards that varied in shape and color, creating a kaleidoscope of light as small rays of sunlight shone down upon them through cracks in the ceiling.

"Ooh, this place is cool." He said, gazing up at the lights above.

"Indeed. Go on and pick a shard then I will cut a piece for you." Mayhem chirred, releasing Sabre’s servo.

"Thanks" he said, giving the other a peck on the cheek before going to look for a good gem to pick. He found a rather large hexagonal piece of emerald, inspecting it before returning to the naga. "How’s this?"

Mayhem examined the piece, claws feeling the smooth yet sharp surface before nodding happily. “This is just fine!”

"You want me to get you one too?" He asked, although it didn’t matter. This was Mayhem’s mine anyways.

"No love. I’m just going to return to base and begin cutting. Actually.. I might have enough gold pieces to make it into something.."

"Like what?" He asked, helm tilting to the side just slightly.

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Extreme Hitchhiking

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sabrethepirate:

Sabre was honestly surprised by the quickness of the others reply. This guy is serious he thought.

[RE: SEEKING: Meet me at the city market. Orange and blue mech and a yellow and black one. We’ll talk further there.]

Sabre blew a puff of the hookah and set the mouthpiece down. Firelight curved an optic ridge. “Payment flexible? What the Pit does that mean?” Sabre grinned. “Depending on their skills, I could give them a discount for their services, you see.”

"You better hope this isn’t one of those assassins. You know the last time you tangle-"

"I know, I almost died."

"You did die. Twice.

Pariah surrounded himself with his four drones and made his way out of the club. He enjoyed the distance they created between himself and every groping, invasive slagger who decided to be cute, or make a grab for one of his guns. Even after all this time, there were idiots who never wised up.

The market was busy with brokers haggling over tons of crates, recruiters looking for hired guns, food carts swarming between kiosks, and contractors looking for their next gig. His internal HUD lit up more than once, noting a few Decepticon deserters trying to keep a low profile. Of them, he paid no mind.

The femme leaned against the side of a kiosk hawking various sundries, and he set his four drones to scan the crowd for anyone meeting the description of the two mechs.

"So, Firelight, you up for a little scouting?"

"We really weren’t given any descriptive terms."

"One relatively small mech with four drones. Watch faceplates. See if you can get one to detect you. Even a second glance may be enough."

"Gee, thanks sen-sei"

And thus the taller Firelight left his seat to do some counterintelligence. As an aide and bodyguard to former senator Romanax, he was trained in the art of mecha watching. And he also looked for any mecha who would notice him, using the information the others had to his advantage.

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short-and-scaled asked:

"SHOWING MY LOVE"

sabrethepirate answered:

So that’s what they call it?

short-and-scaled:

sabrethepirate:

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sabrethepirate:

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"Yes~ I have a Jewel mine. I knew you’d like the idea. And perhaps I can cut a few jewels for you~"

"Ooooh… that sounds fun."

Mayhem grinned, taking one of Sabre’s servos into his own as he rose slowly, comming for a bridge towards the mine. He would wait for the portal before purring and leading the mech through, stepping out into the other side.

Sticking out of the rock formation’s walls were shards that varied in shape and color, creating a kaleidoscope of light as small rays of sunlight shone down upon them through cracks in the ceiling.

"Ooh, this place is cool." He said, gazing up at the lights above.

"Indeed. Go on and pick a shard then I will cut a piece for you." Mayhem chirred, releasing Sabre’s servo.

"Thanks" he said, giving the other a peck on the cheek before going to look for a good gem to pick. He found a rather large hexagonal piece of emerald, inspecting it before returning to the naga. "How’s this?"

Mayhem examined the piece, claws feeling the smooth yet sharp surface before nodding happily. “This is just fine!”

"You want me to get you one too?" He asked, although it didn’t matter. This was Mayhem’s mine anyways.

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sabrethepirate asked:

D-D-D-Do it!

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Whatever happens is nOT MY FAULT.

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"I.. Cannot recall.." Mayhem murmured, frowning softly as he gazed over Sabre’s expression. "It’s fine however.."

"If you say so… It hurts me to see you hurt…"

"Oh please.." Mayhem smiled, gently moving to press a loving kiss against the Pirate’s helm. "I’m fine."

"Okay then" He said, a little less concerned. "As long as you’re fine."

"Trust me love, I’ve learned to deal with them eons ago. I plan on getting treatment for them, however." Mayhem slowly closed the armor and moved over to gently knead at Sabre’s front. "They’ve been there for too long and I want them gone."

"Understandable. How do you plan on treating them?"

"Laser therapy."

"Well… that will do the job. If you need any help with that, I know of a few good medics who’ll do it well. Including mine."

"I’ll keep that in mind love. But why haven’t you done it yourself…?"

"Time, dearie. I haven’t had the time."

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cryptfly:

asperqueer:

asksecularwitch:

greatmoustachesploosh:

foxinu:

nsfwjynx:

the-pink-mist:

There was a split second there where his like, “wait, what? bro what are you doing?” 
On more serious note, PTSD dogs for veterans are so fucking therapeutic. They’re like the one person you can spill your guts to and never worry about ever being judged or have that secret divulged. There are times when I definitely prefer the company of a dog over a human. 

Therapy animals save lives.

These dogs are even still so much more amazing. They check rooms before their handler enters, so they can clear it to help the person feel safe. Like in the gif, they are there when panic attacks or nightmares occur, to be something for the person to help ground themselves on, or yes just to turn on the lights. Even more amazing, many people are able to reduce their medication when they have a PTSD service dog there to help them. These dogs are useful for not just veterans, but also victims of abuse, accident trauma, natural disasters, and others. Their training allows them to be useful in situations where medical assistance is needed, as well. Some PTSD dogs are trained to recognize repetitive behaviours in handlers, and signal the handler to break the repetition and stopping the behaviour and possibly injury. 
Service dogs in general are just awesome. Remember to respect any that you see out in public. They are not there for you to walk up to and play with, even the puppies!

I was reading an article of a service dog helping a person with schizophrenia. she stated that when she was seeing or hearing things and notices the dog is not reacting in any way, then she is able to ground herself, realizing what she was experiencing was not real and could work through it easier and is more able to ignore the delusions. And she pointed out she feels more comfortable with a service dog as well because well, dogs don’t judge and get angry for things like this

I teared up about this whole post to be honest.

i’ll never not reblog this post. it is so important.

I cried a little about this

cryptfly:

asperqueer:

asksecularwitch:

greatmoustachesploosh:

foxinu:

nsfwjynx:

the-pink-mist:

There was a split second there where his like, “wait, what? bro what are you doing?” 

On more serious note, PTSD dogs for veterans are so fucking therapeutic. They’re like the one person you can spill your guts to and never worry about ever being judged or have that secret divulged. There are times when I definitely prefer the company of a dog over a human. 

Therapy animals save lives.

These dogs are even still so much more amazing. They check rooms before their handler enters, so they can clear it to help the person feel safe. Like in the gif, they are there when panic attacks or nightmares occur, to be something for the person to help ground themselves on, or yes just to turn on the lights. Even more amazing, many people are able to reduce their medication when they have a PTSD service dog there to help them. These dogs are useful for not just veterans, but also victims of abuse, accident trauma, natural disasters, and others. Their training allows them to be useful in situations where medical assistance is needed, as well. Some PTSD dogs are trained to recognize repetitive behaviours in handlers, and signal the handler to break the repetition and stopping the behaviour and possibly injury. 

Service dogs in general are just awesome. Remember to respect any that you see out in public. They are not there for you to walk up to and play with, even the puppies!

I was reading an article of a service dog helping a person with schizophrenia. she stated that when she was seeing or hearing things and notices the dog is not reacting in any way, then she is able to ground herself, realizing what she was experiencing was not real and could work through it easier and is more able to ignore the delusions. And she pointed out she feels more comfortable with a service dog as well because well, dogs don’t judge and get angry for things like this

I teared up about this whole post to be honest.

i’ll never not reblog this post. it is so important.

I cried a little about this

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Extreme Hitchhiking

drug-induced-misadventures:

sabrethepirate:

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There was beauty in a criminal haven: no law enforcement, no coordinated authority to respond to trouble, no expansive or sophisticated surveillance network to make life difficult, port caretakers (if there were any) stayed out of everyone’s business, and nobody cared about you or what you did unless you had money. He cleaned up his tracks too well to draw the ire of a governed body along with their mercs and bounty hunters, and counter-intelligence agents were thankfully rare.

Alas, duty called, and it was time to move on. He leaned back in a comfortable corner of his particular fight club, and sent a blast message to every bar in the filthy hive, as well as the haven’s noisy trade plaza.

[ SEEKING:
Transportation to 275 AXLL star cluster. Half payment up-front, half on arrival.

1 armed Cybertronian neutral, 792 cm height, 14T. 4 drones.

NO SLAVERS. ]

Surprisingly, his first replies came within fifteen minutes:

[ Re: SEEKING:
250,000 shx total. Stasis pod. 3 solar cycles. <NO SIGNATURE> ]

A stasis pod was a big warning sign for “I WILL SELL YOU INTO SLAVERY”. He deleted that reply without a second thought and moved to his next message.

[ Re: SEEKING:
425,000 Shanix, must be okay with 2 additional stops along war-route. No bunks, but cargo space available for recharge. Energon additional. 1 solar cycle. -Redwire ]

Hmm… maybe. Money was not a question, but it sounded like a warship, and he did not want to get blown up in the middle of recharge.

[ Re: SEEKING:
TRAVELER, we are a close-knit family seeking LIKE-MINDED BELIEVERS for the TEMPLE OF FUTURE LIGHT. Our holy vessel debarks in seven solar cycles. ABANDON THE DARK WAYS OF THIS WICKED GALAXY and PURIFY YOURSELF. We will accept a modest donation of 750,000 shanix, and your dedication and obedience to FATHER OURALIS. THE END TIMES ARE NEAR, AND ONLY FATHER OURALIS CAN SAVE YOU. ]

A cult? What the frag? He archived that particular message for entertainment purposes.

[ Re: SEEKING:
yeah i can give u a ride, 80,000 s. reply if interested ]

80,000 shanix? An obvious scam. He deleted the last message and resumed watching a pair of soldiers beat the energon out of each other in the pit below.

Sabre was sitting back in a rather comfy chair with a hookah, some trinkets on a table before him. This crime haven was obnoxiously trying to be cosmopolitan, and it wasn’t working. Maybe the giant gladiator pit looming in the distance gae it away. He’d sat here all day and made quite some dough from this, mostly from weapons sales. A rather dashing Firelight was next to him, idly watching the crowd. A trader comes by and looks at a pistol, a find from the halls of Praxus.

"How much for your… um… peashooter here?"

"Trust me, mate, that’s no peashooter. 20,000."

"20,000? I wouldn’t give that much for a gun used by Primus himself! Why that much?"

Firelight spoke up. “Anger me further and you’ll find out” he said, holding up a pistol of the same make.

The trader huffed and walked away.

"Fellow wouldn’t even come close to agreeing with the price anyway." Sabre said.

That’s when they both saw the same ping flash across their HUDs. Sabre typed out a reply.

[RE: SEEKING: 300,000 shx. Payment flexible. We depart in a solar cycle.]

The fight had become dull - it was all punching, over and over and over again. No execution, no variation in movements, their footwork was atrocious. It was simply basic contact fighting, and even they were not proficient at that. Perhaps they were truly horrible at fighting… perhaps they were stalling.

His comm pinged him with some new offers.

[ Re: SEEKING:
25,000 p/week: personal suite with climate-controlled proper berth (NOT a rack), all energon and medical included. No other rooms are available. No haggling, all shanix up-front in one lump sum. Departing in 2 solar cycles, must be okay with 115-week trade route. No employment openings. ]

No thank you, I’d like to make it there before the end of the war. He deleted that one and moved to the next.

[RE: SEEKING: 300,000 shx. Payment flexible. We depart in a solar cycle.]

A better proposition. “Talk to me,” he whispered to himself as he submitted his reply.

[ Re: SEEKING: Let’s meet. ]

Pariah reached for his glass, and upon finding it empty, he reached for the glass of a nearby (and distracted) bar patron. He downed the noxious swill with one shuddering gulp, quietly replaced the glass, and strode away. Not that anything was heard over the roaring battle.

Sabre was honestly surprised by the quickness of the others reply. This guy is serious he thought.

[RE: SEEKING: Meet me at the city market. Orange and blue mech and a yellow and black one. We’ll talk further there.]

Sabre blew a puff of the hookah and set the mouthpiece down. Firelight curved an optic ridge. “Payment flexible? What the Pit does that mean?” Sabre grinned. “Depending on their skills, I could give them a discount for their services, you see.”

"You better hope this isn’t one of those assassins. You know the last time you tangle-"

"I know, I almost died."

"You did die. Twice.

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D-D-D-Do it!

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Whatever happens is nOT MY FAULT.

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"I.. Cannot recall.." Mayhem murmured, frowning softly as he gazed over Sabre’s expression. "It’s fine however.."

"If you say so… It hurts me to see you hurt…"

"Oh please.." Mayhem smiled, gently moving to press a loving kiss against the Pirate’s helm. "I’m fine."

"Okay then" He said, a little less concerned. "As long as you’re fine."

"Trust me love, I’ve learned to deal with them eons ago. I plan on getting treatment for them, however." Mayhem slowly closed the armor and moved over to gently knead at Sabre’s front. "They’ve been there for too long and I want them gone."

"Understandable. How do you plan on treating them?"

"Laser therapy."

"Well… that will do the job. If you need any help with that, I know of a few good medics who’ll do it well. Including mine."

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"SHOWING MY LOVE"

sabrethepirate answered:

So that’s what they call it?

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sabrethepirate:

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sabrethepirate:

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"Yes~ I have a Jewel mine. I knew you’d like the idea. And perhaps I can cut a few jewels for you~"

"Ooooh… that sounds fun."

Mayhem grinned, taking one of Sabre’s servos into his own as he rose slowly, comming for a bridge towards the mine. He would wait for the portal before purring and leading the mech through, stepping out into the other side.

Sticking out of the rock formation’s walls were shards that varied in shape and color, creating a kaleidoscope of light as small rays of sunlight shone down upon them through cracks in the ceiling.

"Ooh, this place is cool." He said, gazing up at the lights above.

"Indeed. Go on and pick a shard then I will cut a piece for you." Mayhem chirred, releasing Sabre’s servo.

"Thanks" he said, giving the other a peck on the cheek before going to look for a good gem to pick. He found a rather large hexagonal piece of emerald, inspecting it before returning to the naga. "How’s this?"