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⊕ *rolls away*

Send me ⊕ for a pro and con list about our characters sleeping together

Pro’s to Sleeping Interfacing With BA-5T10N:

Pretty - maybe not as pretty as me, but still pretty.

Drone - apparently they're into pleasing superiors. yay.

Adorable - look how cute!

Not Gross - enough said.

Con’s to Sleeping Interfacing With BA-5T10N:

Drone - would probably get in trouble for abusing power or something.

Starscream - probably won't like it.

Darksteel - might growl.

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Camera Shy (A drabble for ba5t10n. Enjoy!)

Step. Drag. Scrape. Step. Drag. Scrape. Shift. Move. Sigh. Repeat. When he had been asked to move a box of cameras of all things to the Rec. room, Bastion was not expecting to also be asked to set them up. The eradicon hadn't wanted to stick around for very long, for his seeker was in the medibay, and he had promised to come visit later on in the day. He didn't want anyone angry at him though, so he begrudgingly did as he was asked. By the time Bastion was done, it was well into the night shift. Fracture would be in recharge by now, exhausted by his injuries and pumped full of sedatives and pain killers. He could still check up on the black and white frontliner, make sure the mech was still…well, functioning. ----------------- Bastion peeked into the dark medibay, the glow of his optical band cutting through the murky darkness. The mech stepped through the threshold and glanced around, quickly spotting the massive seeker laying on a med-berth. He moved as quiet as he could, until he was beside his poor seeker. With a somewhat shaking servo Bastion traced one of the many weld crisscrossing Fracture's helm and shook his own helm. The eradicon leaned down to gently, oh so gently, affectionately bump his helm against the seeker's uninjured side. A servo suddenly shot up to grab hold of Bastion's shoulder. “Don't leave me alone, please. I don't like the dark. Please don't leave me…please.” The smaller mech couldn't help but nuzzle the frantic frontliner. “I'm not leaving. Never.” It didn't surprise Bastion at all when he received a picture of him and Fracture together. They really did look happy like that…

#oh god this is terrible #related to the painting #Camera shy #terrormunstuff #ba5t10n #drabble #prompt is fluff (cute feels)

((guys you should look up. the ceiling of the medbay is painted with glow in the dark stars))

#ba5t10n #twistedtwinsofterror #ooc

Medical lovin’ (hehehehe)

In the relative quiet of the Nemesis, in the medibay, on a med-berth with a bandage covering half of his face, lay the frontliner Fracture. His one good optic was closed, though he was very much awake. For one, the bandages itched, and his leg tingled…and his wings ached from the hard surface of the berth.

The seeker groaned and tried to elevate the pressure on the sensitive plating, giving up a moment later when a flare of pain shot through his entire leg. This is the thanks he gets for saving those miners from certain doom. Not that he wouldn’t do it again, but come on. They could have at least left the light on or something.

He didn’t like how dark it could get in the medibay. He also wanted a certain warm, snuggly frame in his arms at that moment. Oh, how he wanted to see his Bastion…to just hold him and nuzzle him and lavish him with affection. The white frontliner whined and feebly moved his still numb leg. Said leg had to be re-attached, and the pede was still being reconstructed. He was stuck in here…there might be a loud, frustrated sigh from Fracture. Damn.

#ba5t10n #look i made a starter #yay :D

Here are the winners of the contest

*NOTE: these were completely random, there is NO, I repeat, NO, favoritism. If you think there is, take it up with me PRIVATELY. Thank you. • ba5t10n • forceguardian And • aliascleverbot If you don't want to partake in this please please let me know.

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meanderingcalculation-deactivat

«Hallway.» He replied absently.

After a moment, Bastion realized the vagueness of the statement, considering the innumerable hallways aboard the Nemesis.

And so, a little burst of coordinates pinged across the comm. link. It was a hallway just beyond the flight deck in which Bastion was slumped. He’d recently gotten his paint retouched and a few of the more serious gashes filled and buffed, and so as far as a mech’s optics would be concerned, Bastion looked like every other Eradicon. No dings, hardly any dirt. Nothing.

Well, except for the blue visor and dark grey faceplate.

maverickofmayhem

And the fact that he’s slumped over in a hallway like a sack of trash.

The seeker that scrambles up is definitely the wrong frametype, but the right colors and EM field, which he immediately extends to cover the Eradicon with concern/worry. There’s also a little metal floaty thing following him.

"Hey, mech."

meanderingcalculation-deactivat

Bastion jerked, nearly scrambling away from the unfamiliar-

Oh.

Well that’s new. And yet, somehow entirely familiar. He felt the EMF, tried extending his own to meet the newly reformatted Seeker but…couldn’t. His field remained firmly glued to his plating, wings low, submissive.

"Hello."

maverickofmayhem

Oh no. That's not right. Bastion is affectionate and shy and a little submissive sure, but not like this. Thundercracker frowned, kneeling in front of the Eradicon and placing a hand on his shoulder. "Who I gotta beat up?"

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