#sparkmender

[a-life-revised]

“Where’s my ba~by?”

He had to double check that Rung wasn't talking about Elegy or Compass-

Mostly by pointing at himself. "...me?"

[polyhexianchicken]

Staring at the tag Rung re-posted that from like: I don't believe a single word of that but aight.

[superduperunvincible]

Aw, fuck it. Plops his big ol’ helm right down on Rung’s lap.

“Okay now?”

@sparkmender

[supreme-lord-of-the-universe]

“Do you want some cocoa too, friend? It’s a windy night.”

the warlord looked over to the strange bot who spoke to him. He didn't know who the other was, nor had he met him before, but the vibe he got was oddly pleasant. It had been ages since he had taken a moment to actually slow down and just live in the moment, he's simply been too focused on war these past few millennia. But alas, one cannot be at war all the time. After a brief pause he would approach.

"Do you have any energon-mallows?(marshmallows)"

[bubblegum-n-warpaint]

“If you insist,” the Ornament says, and— alright, it’s a little bit of a struggle for him to get up there onto Bulkhead’s knee, but once Rung’s settled primly with one leg over the other and his servos politely in his lap, he blinks up at the larger mech in expectation. “So, now what?”

Bulkhead blinks at the stately little figure perched upon his leg. An unexpected - but not unwelcome - visitor he hadn't anticipated. He was simply... awe struck.

Clearing his vocalizer, the large mech responds, "You make a holiday wish. For something you'd like."

[andromecha]

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀— ✦ —⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀The silly little neighborhood grandma posts... on the side?! Systems simmer, and his HUD overwhelms him with all the records the mech in her twilight years has to offer to the world. Suppose now... he has a lovely timeline that would show him her aging tastefully.

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀✧ @sparkmender mentioned. ✧

[contingencyprocessor]

Patient servos coax Red Alert into laying back against something soft, warm, and softly perfumed.

“There you are.”

"But—" Red Alert gestured in vain to his data pad as he was coaxed backwards, venting heavily in defeat, letting the device slip from his grasp as he settled back, sinking into the plush surface with a soft noise, optics dimming, the tension in his field practically melting away.

"I…It was going to be quick—" He tried to defend himself, but he knew he had been caught; and, between Rung and Rodimus, he knew they'd keep him on track.

[primeratchet]

"The way I see it, if one believes they are a god then they should die as such."