DEAR READER
Claire Keane
Cosmic Funnies
Love Begins
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Discoholic 🪩
Keni
we're not kids anymore.
Kaledo Art
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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“Hey, do you wanna make out in an inconvenient stairwell and block traffic with me?”
"I was wondering when you were going to ask, man," and Skywarp grinned, not the mischief one, but something a little bigger and brighter, with all of his fangs showing.
The sort of grin that crinkled the corners of his optics, and had his wings lifting all the way up.
"Where ya been?"
if u look in a mirroe in the washroom with all the lights off and say “peace thru tyranny” three times Megatron tells you to shut the fuck up
"SHUT THE FUCK UP."
"Butterfly in my assss- I can shit twice as faaaast."
“Hey. Hey. Do not big your eyes at me, pal. That’s illegal and you can’t do that. Minibots and Drift only.”
BLINK BLONK. Two big ol' red optics.
"...not even meeeeeee?"
Look at him, are you gonna deny that face? You could. You could but are you going to?
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Someone is lounging in the rafters and groaning. Loudly. "I'm boreeeedddddd-"
" ...Come down here with me then?"
Hm. ..yeah, that's doable.
There was a 'zoop!' noise, and then Springer had a lap full of freshly teleported Seeker, complete with wiggling wings.
"Ok! What next-"
Springer wraps his arms tightly around Warp. Pressing his face into his shoulder. His servos drag down his strut as he gives a shuddering sigh. The warmth and pressure of the other is grounding.
Sooths the bubbling anxiety and malcontent.
Ah- one of those days, huh?
Warp got his arms around Springer's helm, drawing the massive mech's helm against his neck, and hummed a little.
"Y'know, if you're feelin' antsy, we could call this a 'me day', right? Like... self-care and all."
Springer kneads at him.
He vents out softly. Then he nods a little," Okay." Voice low and a bit wobbly. He squeezes him tighter before relaxing his grip a little. Softly rumbling as he bunts the other.
"Ok. Nice. When's the last time you had a nice bath, boss bot? You wanna take a bath and get polished and stuff? I'll buff your rotors, if you want." Rotors were real sensitive, he knew- just like Seeker wings.
Meant that you had to keep them clean, too.
"Spa day?"
" ...yeah. That sounds nice." Springer smooths his servos down Warps sides. Venting out again. It rattles a bit. Pulling at the anxiety in himself. Bleeding it out, and it hurts but its easier with Skywarp.
He pushes up to stand.
Carrying him towards the racks.
Skywarp was all too happy to soak up the warmth from Springer's frame, wings fluttering as he pressed his nose to the Wrecker's neck. ..actually.
"Am I technically a Wrecker, now?"
" I put my mark on you remember?" Springer sounds almost confused," Why would I do that if you weren't mine? "
Skywarp is, of course, a Wrecker. Has been from the moment Springer bit him.
"Oh."
Shit. Skywarp's wings lifted up high along his back without his input, but he couldn't even be bothered to try and hide it, optics going wide and shiny.
"...I like the sound of that. Let's keep that."
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Someone is lounging in the rafters and groaning. Loudly. "I'm boreeeedddddd-"
" ...Come down here with me then?"
Hm. ..yeah, that's doable.
There was a 'zoop!' noise, and then Springer had a lap full of freshly teleported Seeker, complete with wiggling wings.
"Ok! What next-"
Springer wraps his arms tightly around Warp. Pressing his face into his shoulder. His servos drag down his strut as he gives a shuddering sigh. The warmth and pressure of the other is grounding.
Sooths the bubbling anxiety and malcontent.
Ah- one of those days, huh?
Warp got his arms around Springer's helm, drawing the massive mech's helm against his neck, and hummed a little.
"Y'know, if you're feelin' antsy, we could call this a 'me day', right? Like... self-care and all."
Springer kneads at him.
He vents out softly. Then he nods a little," Okay." Voice low and a bit wobbly. He squeezes him tighter before relaxing his grip a little. Softly rumbling as he bunts the other.
"Ok. Nice. When's the last time you had a nice bath, boss bot? You wanna take a bath and get polished and stuff? I'll buff your rotors, if you want." Rotors were real sensitive, he knew- just like Seeker wings.
Meant that you had to keep them clean, too.
"Spa day?"
" ...yeah. That sounds nice." Springer smooths his servos down Warps sides. Venting out again. It rattles a bit. Pulling at the anxiety in himself. Bleeding it out, and it hurts but its easier with Skywarp.
He pushes up to stand.
Carrying him towards the racks.
Skywarp was all too happy to soak up the warmth from Springer's frame, wings fluttering as he pressed his nose to the Wrecker's neck. ..actually.
"Am I technically a Wrecker, now?"
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Someone is lounging in the rafters and groaning. Loudly. "I'm boreeeedddddd-"
" ...Come down here with me then?"
Hm. ..yeah, that's doable.
There was a 'zoop!' noise, and then Springer had a lap full of freshly teleported Seeker, complete with wiggling wings.
"Ok! What next-"
Springer wraps his arms tightly around Warp. Pressing his face into his shoulder. His servos drag down his strut as he gives a shuddering sigh. The warmth and pressure of the other is grounding.
Sooths the bubbling anxiety and malcontent.
Ah- one of those days, huh?
Warp got his arms around Springer's helm, drawing the massive mech's helm against his neck, and hummed a little.
"Y'know, if you're feelin' antsy, we could call this a 'me day', right? Like... self-care and all."
Springer kneads at him.
He vents out softly. Then he nods a little," Okay." Voice low and a bit wobbly. He squeezes him tighter before relaxing his grip a little. Softly rumbling as he bunts the other.
"Ok. Nice. When's the last time you had a nice bath, boss bot? You wanna take a bath and get polished and stuff? I'll buff your rotors, if you want." Rotors were real sensitive, he knew- just like Seeker wings.
Meant that you had to keep them clean, too.
"Spa day?"
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Someone is lounging in the rafters and groaning. Loudly. "I'm boreeeedddddd-"
" ...Come down here with me then?"
Hm. ..yeah, that's doable.
There was a 'zoop!' noise, and then Springer had a lap full of freshly teleported Seeker, complete with wiggling wings.
"Ok! What next-"
Springer wraps his arms tightly around Warp. Pressing his face into his shoulder. His servos drag down his strut as he gives a shuddering sigh. The warmth and pressure of the other is grounding.
Sooths the bubbling anxiety and malcontent.
Ah- one of those days, huh?
Warp got his arms around Springer's helm, drawing the massive mech's helm against his neck, and hummed a little.
"Y'know, if you're feelin' antsy, we could call this a 'me day', right? Like... self-care and all."
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Someone is lounging in the rafters and groaning. Loudly. "I'm boreeeedddddd-"
" ...Come down here with me then?"
Hm. ..yeah, that's doable.
There was a 'zoop!' noise, and then Springer had a lap full of freshly teleported Seeker, complete with wiggling wings.
"Ok! What next-"
"Good enough." Grabs him by the shoulder-vent-thing to pull himself up into Skywarp's lap. So he can make out with him.
"Fuck yeah, good enough. I am going to get a good grade at- mmph!" The Seeker's wings flap hard enough to kick up a bit of wind, and there's a bit of muffled laughter, but he is all too happy to slow them closer together, servos resting on Roddy's hips.
@achievedsomething
Makes noises at you.
Hm. What's the protocol for 'Autobot making noises at you'?
.. it's make noises back, of course.
"Do you ever think about the incredibly improbable fact that humans have a similar hand structure to ourselves?"
"They're.. kinda like if a Cybertronian was a human. Wild shit to think about."
"I caught you this fish with my hands."
Rodimus holds an entire live fish out for Skywarp. Please clap.
Skywarp's wings went up, down, up, down, and then began to flap faster until there was a slight down draft, optics brightening. A.. a whole fucking fish, just for him.
What was he going to do with it? Don't worry about it.
"Primus, fuck yeah, I know where this is going." He didn't immediately grab it, though, oh no- instead, he bent to fill his cockpit with water, and then dumped the fish into it. "Live aquarium, heh. Man, you're the best."
she said “nut in me” so i packed that thing full of cashews
dick game amelia bedelia
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“Uh, yeah?”
Rodimus cocks his helm to look up at Skywarp, kind of taken aback at the question.
“Look, I’m not, I’m not like the biggest brain guy around, I don’t really understand a lot of the science-magic-bullshit Brainstorm and Percy keep talking about, or even Nautica’s engineering,” he admits, rubbing a servo over the back of his neck. “But I can do math alright, and I know about targeting and positioning and that kind of stuff, and you’re doing all of that in your head while also usually flying or whatever. That takes a lot of work, right?”
There's a number of names Skywarp has gathered over the years. Idiot Extraordinaire, The Prank Avantgarde, ect. Smart? That's not..
He's not exactly been called a genius, before.
He can feel his wings starting to do excited little flaps that he should probably get a handle on, but he can't really be bothered, not when Rodimus is looking at him like he just asked a dumb question about his own intelligence. ..but not in a bad way? Usually when people questioned how smart he was, it was in a general, 'you are stupid' sort of way.
And Rodimus fucking Prime was standing there, looking at him like he was dumb for not knowing he was smart. If his wings started flapping any harder, his thrusters were going to activate. Say something, Warp! "Abuh-" Yeah, that was about right.
{ @404-processor-not-found } "Oh my fucking God. You're so cool." It's definitely not just Skywarp boas or anything, nope. He is a perfectly normal Seeker (oxymoron). This has everything to do with him pinning Rodimus against the nearest wall, though. "Can I kiss you? That was hot."
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It’d be a little startling just how fast Skywarp has him pinned if Rodimus hadn’t had a taste of the teleporter’s impulsiveness before. And that’s saying something, coming from himself of all mecha…
He’s left to sort of just dangle from the Seeeker’s clawed servos, the few feet of difference between them feeling drastically larger with his back pressed to the wall and his pedes off the ground. Rodimus finds he has to try and swallow and clear his vocoder before he can manage anything more than a rough squeak.
“I, uh, I am cool. Yeah,” he replies, stupidly. Like an idiot. “Yep. That’s me. Cool guy. Having a chill day. I am so glad you’ve noticed just how cool I am, actually, because you’re right and you should say it.”
Rodimus is also perfectly normal. Or as normal as anyone can be, when their half-feral jet plane fragbuddy has them pinned to the wall. He’s forgetting to cycle his vents, but he’s doing that in a really totally normal and cool way that is absolutely on purpose and not because he’s staring directly into Skywarp’s optics like he’s staring directly at the sun.
“…Yeah? You wanna kiss me about it? Ffhssss, I mean, that was nothin’, I should play somethin’ really cool, or… I mean, y’know, if you really want to kiss me, I’m not gonna say no.”
"You are so very cool. It's Cool Guy- Coooollll Guuuuuuy!" In the same high pitched tone as the video, too, bless.
Skywarp grinned in a way that made him look just this side of mischievous; not a Seeker trait, but a particular Skywarp thing, cat got the cream and all.
"I mean if you wanna play something super cool, you should play, like... Whitesnake's Here I Go Again, or something. But y'know, Dealer's Choice, I'm sure ya got excellent music taste that isn't actually CBat or something." Funniest shit he'd ever heard. Offensive even to the Cybertronian audial, amazing. That guy found a way to make music everyone hated, which was impressive.
But! That's permission! Permission to kiss Rodimus Prime! His wings started flapping so hard he created a little draft underneath them, optics lighting up as he lifted Rodimus just a little higher so they were properly level, face to face.
"Well.. I'm not gonna say no, either. Definitely an enthusiastic yes. Because you're a cool guy and I'm a cool guy and I think we should make out. Frequently."
And then he stopped talking and did, in fact, slot their mouths together. Mmmm mouth- focus, Warp.
Actually, holding Rodimus like this was nice. He pressed his cockpit to the mech's chassis, and nipped his bottom lip before tipping his helm to the side for a better angle. All the better to kiss you with, my dear.
