#theminibotprotector

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« 🎻 » ||  He hadn’t been given a choice in this.

Starscream had been told by his creators, time and time again on their way to Tetrahex, to stay polite -- to keep his wings held high, but not too much so, to soften that glare in his optics, to stop pouting and for all their sake, not to throw a tantrum. But no matter what, the thought that his agency had been taken from him refused to leave the young Seeker’s mind.

He hadn’t been given a choice. And now, even not knowing his intended, he wanted nothing more than to rip out the other mech’s spark.

Starscream huffed as he was ushered into the entryway of the Crown’s tower (he wasn’t sure that that was what it was called, but it was close enough), standing next to his carrier as he waited to be greeted. His EM prickled with rage; his digits twitched.

Primus help the next mech that tried to speak to him.

[protectobotmedic]

theminibotprotector replied to your post “And here comes the Samurai, on his way to lift up his favorite medic...”

There he goes, carrying his lover off to somewhere unknown (probably the observation deck) for adventures unknown (more than likely quality time and a nice dinner). Good luck stopping him.

First Aid let out a laugh. No, he wouldn’t be stopping him. 

“I take it you’re not busy right now?”

[protectobotmedic]

also a ✧ for my cyclonus B)

    send me a ✧ and i’ll bold all that apply to your muse.    

I would kill you.✧ I would physically hurt you.✧ I would attack you unprovoked.✧ I would manipulate you.✧ I dislike you.✧ You annoy me.✧ You scare me.✧ You intimidate me.✧ I hope I intimidate you.✧ I pity you.✧ You disgust me.✧ I hate you.✧ I’m indifferent toward you.✧ I’d like to get to know you better.✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you.✧  I’m unsure what to think of you.✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you.✧ You are my friend.✧ You are my best friend.✧ You are my mentor.✧ I look up to you.✧ I respect you.✧ You are my hero.✧ You inspire me.✧ You are my enemy.✧ You make me happy.✧ I want to protect you.✧ I would fight by your side.✧ I consider you an equal.✧ I think you are beneath me.✧ I think you are above me.✧ I would lie for you.✧ I would lie to you.✧ I would sleep with you.✧ I would sleep by your side.✧ I would hug you.✧ I would kiss you.✧ You are family to me.✧ I would die for you.✧ I would kill for you.✧ I would trust you with my life.✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging.✧ I would trust you with a secret.✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret.✧ I love you (platonically).✧ I love you (romantically).

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            ❛  can’t recharge?  ❜   soft words lie heavy in darkness’s touch ;   digits dim silhouettes against bio - light’s gentle glow,  he feels hesitant to disturb.

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theminibotprotector

 ?

nah, we just use brotp. But there should be one!! We should try to make one.

[[ There should be. “OTFam” come to me off the top of my head. I’m just going to go with “family” for my sideblog tags for now (I have a similar one called “relations”, but that’s more for characters who hate each other or aren’t really close. ]]

[protectobotmedic]

ϡ for a kiss that lets you know I love you.

ϡ for a kiss that lets you know I love you.

First Aid had fallen asleep at his desk when Cyclonus came into the medbay. It had been a very long day and he should have gone back to his room an hour ago. 

He mumbled softly when he felt himself being lifted. First Aid knew who was carrying him away. He didn’t protest or fuss about it. 

A smile crossed First Aid’s face when he felt lips press against his forehead. A silent gesture to mean you are safe– you are loved.

And First Aid knew it. He would always cherish the love Cyclonus gave him and would return it in kind with his own love.  

[sashayingvaguelydownwards-blog]

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« 🎻 » ||  He’d been a pleasure mech, in his last few homes, and that was part of the reason this home confused him so much. The Master -- Cyclonus -- refused to touch him. Refused, sometimes, to even look at him. The only chores “Cascade” had been given were cleaning related, and while part of him was relieved -- it wasn’t as if a pleasure bot was usually actually pleased by their job -- the rest felt almost offended.

Was he not good enough? Attractive enough? He polished his armor every other day until he was gleaming, made sure to bathe with scents most mechs found pleasurable. Cyclonus had been kind enough to allow him those luxuries, even. So why buy him, if not for interface? Was he just to sit there and look pretty?

He took it upon himself to find his way in the master’s berth, some way or another.

Cascade leaned over the counter enticingly when Cyclonus entered the kitchens, fluttering and fanning his wings to show off their shiny finish. “Master,” he crooned, batting his optics at the larger mech. “Has your day been well?”

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            ❛ how good are you at hacking? just asking, no reason at all. ❜