#these bbies

[itsahardrockpunk]

Lmao I simp hard for albedo and just realized it might be related to the existence of Cloud Strife

[materialistichedonism]

A Fan [CLOSED with Esaias/Celia]

“Ooh, that must be them. Lydia, dear, I’m sure he’ll be fine signing your magazine, don’t worry,” Lily came to the door, smiling from ear to ear. It wasn’t a regular photoshoot day, the designer wanted to do measurements for a yukata/kimono design she was working on. Esaias and Celia had quickly become popular models for her studio, with several magazines and catalogs requesting more pictures of them. They were regulars in her studio now, raking in enough money now that Lily was having to consider switching them to checks. That much money in cash was just dangerous to carry around.

“Hello, hello!” She announced, “How are you two doing today? I ordered some Kantonese food and there’s plenty left for you. Also, I don’t know if you remember Lydia, but she’s back again today!”

@forebodingprophet

[hfbeasty]

For the mistletoe prompts @venomrevenant requested for their oc Flatline to smooch Rue~

Bonus Rue covered in mistletoe ready to get some more kisses B)

[pparkchimin]

TV Shows Meme: [1/3] Friendships → Yuuri Katsuki + Phichit Chulanont

[bettsplendens]

Touch

No matter what, touch came first. Being together came first.

No matter how urgent the situation, no matter what they needed to do or who was in the way or how much energon was on the floor, touch always came first. A full-body press, at least, contact of plating against plating, and more if they had even the slightest chance. 

Touch and stroke and run fingertips along each other’s frames, soothe hurts, re-familiarize themselves with each other in the wake of everything that left new scars. Touch was all they had- not their freedom, not safety, not respect, nothing else. Just touch, when they were allowed it, and each other.

It wasn’t always something they were allowed. If they hadn’t done well enough, if they gave in to exhaustion, they were kept apart. Primus forbid one of them actually make a mistake, because then the other would be locked away and hurt, and they wouldn’t be allowed together again to try to make it better until the mistake had been wiped away and the project vastly improved.

They spent a long time terrified of making mistakes.

And then… they were free. Their captor lay dissolving in the bottom of a closet filled with enough toxin to down a legion, and they were off, together, and free.

Touch.

That was, as always, their first priority. Find a safe place and touch, merge, press together into one and hold each other close for as long as they could.

Then, after that-

Raid a ruined mine. Find the massive drills, machinery meant to carve out tunnels in rock, and take the laser emitters. The lasers had to be downsized considerably for their purposes, but, eventually, they had a supply of servo-held lasers that could cut through just about any barrier between them. Sure, it would overheat, but that didn’t matter. The tool just needed to last long enough to do its job, and its job was to cut down anything in their way.

Because nothing was ever going to separate them again.

And they proved that, to themselves and to the world. The first mech to try, a former guard of theirs, died messily as acid ate through his spark chamber. The first wall to be placed between them crumbled and fell under an onslaught of lasers meant to carve through miles of solid metal. The same went for the next, and the next. Mechs who tried to order them apart were threatened, those who tried to enforce it paid, those who kept trying died. Walls and doors and air vent covers alike caved before them, and they stayed together.

Until finally, finally, they could stand not to be touching. Until they could stand on either side of a table, not in reach of each other, and not start panicking. Until they stopped flinching and reaching for each other if one of them made a mistake or an experiment didn’t work out.

Because they were safe.

They were together.

They could touch, no matter what, no matter what happened or how badly something failed.

Because nothing, absolutely nothing, could stand between them.

Because they were together.

[bettsplendens]

Brother

I have you.

One thought, running through their minds and EM fields and sparks, pulsing between them with everything that they had.

I have you. I am here. I have you.

Slender frames pressed tighter together, plating scraping and paint transferring, and they sobbed out a delighted note as they slowly moved to lay down.

They’d driven until they were exhausted, then found a relatively intact building, slammed every door they could find between themselves and the outdoors, and wedged a cabinet against the door of the room they were in. It wasn’t wedged very well, though, because they’d noticed a berth and they only had one thought between them.

Touch.

They’d taken a moment to cling to each other before, watching the security camera feed of their captor’s already-lifeless optics outright dissolving before the feed fizzled out as the toxic gases ate into the camera, but that hadn’t exactly been intimate.

This? This was desperate, the twins practically tackling each other into the berth, but they were pressed so tightly together that they might as well be-

The same thought flashed through their minds, and their chassis armor parted in unison, outer and inner plating sliding aside until their spark chambers met. They stayed like that for a long moment, panting at the onslaught of sensation, arms wrapped tightly around each other as they tried to adjust, and then-

They were split-spark twins, after all. Inner plating whirred softly as it transformed, forming an air-tight seal between the both of them, and outer plating clicked into place to lock them together. Once it was safe, the final, inner barrier slid aside, and energy leapt between them as their sparks trembled, reached-

And fused.

A complete merge was the most intimate act possible for the Cybertronian species. The combination of two sparks, two beings, into one. Potentially dangerous – but not for them, never for them. They had been born from the same spark, had been one for the first part of their lives. That was not true now, they were two separate beings, but-

Their sparks remembered. It was nigh-impossible to differentiate the two of them on scans, needing a sensitive enough scan to pick out the tiny differences in frequency, which was why it was safe for them to do this. To merge so completely, with so little preparation, and stay locked together.

They were together again, truly, truly together, as they hadn’t been for centuries. And they could feel each other, feel familiar plating under servos and thigh plating rubbing as they clung, feel each other’s thoughts as if they were one. Because they were- their combined spark was pulsing steadily as one, their field had always been one unit, and their thoughts were in unison as nowhere else.

They were together.

They were one.

 They couldn’t stay that way. As good as it felt, they weren’t one person, not really. They were one, but it was still them. Not him or her or xi or they, them. They were different, after all, in tiny places. And that- that was good, too. They’d dreamed about being just one being, before, when it was the most appealing thing in the world to be impossible to separate. But now, well-

They were together. That was all they needed. So they stayed together for a long time, rocking slowly together and holding each other close, and then… withdrew. Slowly. Their sparks separated, their chassis plating shifted to keep them covered as they arched away a short distance, and their innermost plating slid back into place to protect their sparks. Their inner plating also closed, but they kept themselves locked together by their outer plating, purring quietly at the soft rubs between their inner chassis armor. Slick, smooth- pleasurable. More than that, familiar. Incredibly familiar. It was them. That was the only thing that felt like this, was them, together, safe.

 It took them some deep venting to settle back into their frames, as always. They had to collect their identities again. Scissors and Syringe. Duo. Two as one.

Together.

When their optics finally opened, they were both grinning as widely as physically possible, pushing their faces into each other’s shoulders and biting softly. Affectionate, as always- tasting each other, dentae scraping lightly over scratched paint, getting as close to each other’s throats as they could without one of them letting go. Their arms were still locked around each other, as well, a hug that blended the two of them together until it was near-impossible to see where their frames separated.

Brother.

I am here.

You are here.

We are here.

I love you.

[shyandnaivelegionnaire]

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