“Hello. Always a pleasure to meet another alternative of mine.”
"Ah, hello. The feeling is returned, may I offer a rust stick? Slipstream baked them earlier this evening."
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“Hello. Always a pleasure to meet another alternative of mine.”
"Ah, hello. The feeling is returned, may I offer a rust stick? Slipstream baked them earlier this evening."
*knocks on Seacrest’s door with a bag of MechDonalds in hand*
Pulling open the door, expecting to be met with one of his countless little shanix splurges, and Seacrest is blinking at the frame outside greeting.
“... Once again, you are not the pizza mech” He is, however, eyeing up the bag. “Whatcha got, and is it mine?”
“You didn’t tell me that there’s a video game that includes you as a character.”
*Confused blinking*
Followed by adorable head tilt.
“What?”
UwU
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resignedwarlord replied to your post “My obsession: turning Meme into creatures”
You play the sims! *SCREEE*
I even made Meme a tiny flat and...
I’m planning to build him a rustic house
Megatron is just going to take a page from Trepan's book and stick a leg out in view
Predaking is going to witness the leg, tilt his helm and grin. He knows that tactic- his creator mentioned it once in passing. It seems Trepan was getting their little servos into many people’s habits and lives these days.
“I do not suppose this comes from a white and orange mech infamous for their wit?” He crosses his arms. “That leg an offer, or an invitation?”
resignedwarlord started following you
It wasn’t every day you saw one just out in public, but Symphony knew what a datapad of Towards Peace looked like by now.
“Is that Towards Peace?”
Don’t mind the soft hum of rotors at the little singer hovering just behind you and leaning to the side to peer around a broad silver shoulder. While Symphony may not have noticed the silhouette Megatron cut out here, his guards did from the scathing glares unbeknownst by the singer, but they were keeping an optic out of passersby deeming Megatron lower on a threat level after his trial and stripped of his weapons and followers.