#hamstor

[ask-victor-grantzcampbell]

Split: Muse splits into two versions of themselves for two hours (idk if that’s how I submit a prompt correctly but)

//Magic anon starts now! Hamstor and Spector are for questioning!

[vietalis]

@ham-stor

Without any prelude she pinched at Hamstor’s cheeks, giggling. “I love these freckles so much.”

[vietalis-archived]

@ham-stor

“Hamstor?” She came up behind the mini, her thumbs going to stroke her ears in what was becoming an instinctual movement. “Are you busy?”

[aranea-mechanica]

Hey what'd yah call an undercover arachnid?

“The first thing that springs to mind is trapdoor spiders, but that’s far too literal. Go on, go on, hyeh.”

[atroxx-blog]

@ham-stor

“I heard you talking to her, pet.” He leaned against the corner, golden eyes alight. “You lied to me.”

[dizzydiodes]

@ham-stor said:

“Sure am! How bout you, bud?”

“I’m tryin’ my best.”

[frustratedsecretary]

“It seems that the coordinates were wrong–mind telling me if you’re friendly and where I am?"

Cliffjumper turned around to face the mecha, glancing back at the nearest building with a wry chuckle.

“If you were looking for Maccadam’s Old Oil House, the coordinates were spot on. Our current Magnus -” whom the entire slagging Council despised for various reasons “- deemed it a potential Decepticon recruiting space -” or something. Cliffjumper wasn’t paying close attention at that point, to be perfectly honest, “-and ordered it shut down indefinitely.”

This laugh, however, was a lot warmer. “Depends which of my staff you ask.”

[verdigrisprowl]

@ham-stor started following you

«This is Prowl, captain of the Cybertronian Police Force. State your name and business.»