#doktorsterben

[one-shall-rule]

Coward.

[almostprime]

                @doktorsterben​ ♛ from here!

       the shit eating grin upon his fascia was undeniably pure-- denta sparkling against the light. leaning in further, the young autobot exhaled trapped air, hot against knock out’s lips. he was just that slagging close. they were mere inches apart.

         ❝ i didn’t ask for an invitation. i do what i want to. ❞

[ask-smokescreen]

doktorsterben replied to your post: ❤ wink wink

We adopt babies FOR Soundwave.

OH

So we make or get the babies, and he ends up with them? I mean, that seems way easier than the alternative, but like, how do we keep ending up with babies?

[anathemaxis]

@doktorsterben replied to your post:

Well, aren’t you charming.

“Have you ever spoken anything of worth, or is spouting pointless commentary your only function?”

[onceprince]

doktorsterben replied to your post:       um… what’s a horse and what the FRAG is a...

Let me get a gag and I’ll show you a horse.

I think I’ll pass.

[unicromx8]

doktorsterben replied to your post:     what the ever loving fuck is this 

Unicone in his pre-teens.

‘mustaches are stupid,‘ he says

‘beards are gross,‘ he says

‘i’ll never look like dad,‘ he says

twenty billion years later,

    burn every photo. leave nothing behind.

no one can know.

[mustbearwitness]

doktorsterben said: Could you be more depressing?

@doktorsterben

r̶e̶m̶e̶m̶b̶e̶r̶ w̶h̶e̶n̶ y̶o̶u̶ t̶r̶u̶s̶t̶e̶d̶ s̶o̶m̶e̶o̶n̶e̶ a̶n̶d̶ t̶h̶e̶y̶ h̶u̶r̶t̶ y̶o̶u̶?̶

[as-logic-demands]

Seeking

Doktorsterben said: He's not even going to knock. No, he's going to barge into the lab, a mixture of being downtrodden and indignant, his frame torn apart and energon clearly leaking from internal damage, and then he's going to stand next to Shockwave and just glower at the floor. "Lord Megatron says I need repairs, and I'm afraid I can't exactly do internal work on myself."

The hulking jagged silhouette is near the end of the lab, the lights were on- but one would hardly know with how dim it was. The engineer was completely stationary the only thing that made him stand apart was the brighter lit subject of his attention at the table in front of him. It made a distorted feedbacking hum when the tool at his hand touched it, glowing brilliantly. 

The figure did not budge at the doctor’s flustered entrance; then even after, remaining unmoving with the glow of his project periodically inspiring the sun with it’s light. An unnatural higher pitched noise came from it.

“Your plight is not urgent. I will repair you.” He said as if some disconnected part of him had answered without shifting a micron of focus.