#tackyflamedecals

[photobombingcryptid]

KAZOO DOOTS IN @tackyflamedecals DIRECTION

[xkoifishteax]

Jess' room is now completely filled with balloons. So many balloons. All the balloons.

“Ooookay. Should I be pleased or concern?”

[driftsetadrift]

A present has been left for Drift, securely wrapped so no little ones can get into it by accident.

Drift is wary of the gift and carefully moves it to a table, making sure Track is safely asleep in her crib in the other room.

“Hmmm I wonder who this is from?” Carefully peeling back the packaging.

[xxdeathsingerxx-blog]

○ ((Because I live to throw this boy into danger ;w;))

Send in a “○” to catch my muse sleeping: STILL ACCEPTING

     Tarn hadn’t been recharging too well the last few nights, mostly due to the amount of paperwork he had to do lately. He had been staying up much later than usual so he could get it all done on time, but it seemed to be almost never-ending at this point. He sighed to himself, and leaned back in his chair, rubbing his optics tiredly. He didn’t even mean to fall asleep right then and there, but for some reason, that’s exactly what happened. He had fallen asleep at his desk.

[dxdlck]

"Squish"

Send “Squish” for my muse’s reaction to being hugged by yours

The fact that he didn’t immediately pull his gun is a surprisingly good sign. 

“Just what do you think you’re doing.”

Deadlock’s arms are held somewhat awkwardly outstretched, kept away from the other’s frame. If he could have, he would’ve held his own frame further away as well, but instead of even pushing this mech away, he just glared.

[x-de-con-struct-ed-x--arch]

🔥

Send 🔥 for Muse A to attempt roasting Muse B

hhh how do i

Grump truck.

[photobombingcryptid]

Rodimus is gonna send Meme an article titled, 'How to find the greatest hidden treasures of the universe'.

Oh. Oh my. This is a clickbait. It feels like one, it smells like one.

But out of sheer curiosity and for his own amusement, he clicks on it...

[big-ultra-mags]

a special visit.

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@tackyflamedecals

Magnus had no problem keeping Rodimus there in his lap, either. In fact, it was…Nice. He actually enjoyed it. 

“I’ll do my best, It’s…It’s a very hard emotion to deal with. It’s not one i’m used to. I used to be so stoic, now look at me. I cry when i’m alone and i’m hurt by more things than i used to, nowadays. But…Maybe this sort of change is for the better, i guess.” 

At the mention of Ten’s figures he seemed to lighten up, optics glancing down at him curiously. Oh yes! The figures! The ones he’d made of the crew! It would be his cherished keepsake among the piles of drawings Ten had made of him and himself. Now was also perhaps the time to hang those on his wall now. 

“I hope he would be kind enough to donate them to me, even if it was just the figures he made of himself and I. I would really like those. Those and the drawings are all i have left of him, well, that and this.” 

He opened a small section of his chassis and reached in slowly, pulling out a tiny plush that was tiny in comparison to such a large servo. The plush looked very well made, stitched with fine metallic thread shavings and stuffed with whatever Ten could find around on the ship. Worthless to most, but it meant the world to Magnus, especially now.  “He made me this a while back, a small plush of himself. I never understood why he’d made it for me, but…”  His voice seemed to trail off, his digits gently running across the plush’s fabric.  “I’m glad he did.”