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Bovine figure of the day: Wena Art "Horus"

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Horse figure of the day: Wena Art "Agis"

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Whiskered Treeswift (Hemiprocne comata), parent with chick, family Hemiprocnidae, order Apodiformes, Malaysia

photograph by Kin L. Fong

mini starscreams! ★

mother and foal

frolicking with mama :)

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…. So, no drugs?

“Not for a long time, no. I used to drink occasionally, back before the War.”

#ic

Are you ‘HighProtector’ due to snorting a fat line of dark energon?

“My handle is @highprotector because the lordhighprotector url was already taken when I joined the human internet.”

#ic #( and every so often the mun remembers this and despairs lol )

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Megatron grunts in acknowledgement and lets his systems cycle down a little further, now that Starscream’s electromagnetic field is back in range and his plating is pressed against Megatron’s. Starscream feels warmer than usual, and Megatron queues up the comm chain that starts with Soundwave and ends with Ratchet. Just in case.

In the meantime, his engine rumbles with a gentle purr. Hopefully the vibrations help to soothe Starscream’s discomfort.

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Starscream pushes up more against Megatrons frame, neck twisted as much as possible as he tries to push his face into the others side.

"I hate this" He complains, "The pitspawns are wreaking havoc on my systems." The rumbling is nice and starscream pushes more into it greedily.

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Megatron sighs and pulls him closer. “If you just refuelled when I—” His processor stalls out. Starscream hasn’t been feeding the hatchlings lately, Megatron has. He’d done it on purpose, to give him a break. That means…

“What. WHAT.” He sits up abruptly, and one of the seekerlets tumbles from his chestplating. He catches her instinctively and she scuttles under his wrist armour, unperturbed. Megatron is not nearly so calm. “Starscream.” He leans in, gently snuffling at his conjunx, who is warm and smells even more sharply of ozone and whose electromagnetic field is thicker than usual.

“Starscream,” he says again, stupidly. “Are you carrying?”

#updatesatbase #ic #( HELP THIS IDIOT )

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Megatron is the aforementioned unfortunate spark. His mood is sour; he’s been roused far too early, and his sparkmate is ill. The hatchlings wisely crawl under his armour to sleep more or chatter quietly to each other.

Megatron dozes, his good optic half-lidded and unfocused as he keeps Starscream’s perch in his periphery.

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It's not until the base starts to slowly wake up, that Starscream pulls away from his perch. As the humans walking across the ground grows in numbers, the place going from quiet to a small buzz that will grow as dawn gives way to day.

He slinks across the ground, not making any noises other then his footsteps as he finds not only Megatron, but the sparklings as well. His only greeting is to sit down next to his mate and lean against him as he radiates misery.

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Megatron grunts in acknowledgement and lets his systems cycle down a little further, now that Starscream’s electromagnetic field is back in range and his plating is pressed against Megatron’s. Starscream feels warmer than usual, and Megatron queues up the comm chain that starts with Soundwave and ends with Ratchet. Just in case.

In the meantime, his engine rumbles with a gentle purr. Hopefully the vibrations help to soothe Starscream’s discomfort.

#ic #updatesatbase #( anything for bird husband )

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Starscream is perched atop one of the many buildings of the base, his been sat there sense dawn.

After waking up feeling sick, really sick. Like just waiting for his insides to become his outsides kind of sick. Starscream could not go back to sleeping.

So his sat here, watching the sky and horizon. The kids? Dumped on the first unfortunate spark he crossed path with.

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Megatron is the aforementioned unfortunate spark. His mood is sour; he’s been roused far too early, and his sparkmate is ill. The hatchlings wisely crawl under his armour to sleep more or chatter quietly to each other.

Megatron dozes, his good optic half-lidded and unfocused as he keeps Starscream’s perch in his periphery.

#ic #updatesatbase