#tinymarshmallowmech

[idalian-general]

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“A little bit shorter than the average and almost no colorations?  That’s the look of an albinos for any species, minus the blue hues that is.”

[drtoaster]

!!!!!!!!

That... was a bloody big moth.

Toaster stared at it, a muffled whisper of “Holy fuckballs.” escaping his mouth before he shook his head. He lowered the shotgun he carried and pointed at the moth with an armoured finger.

“Listen, if you’re one of those little shits that eats wool you can piss right off. I do not need my new scarf I’m working on getting chewed to pieces.”

Clearly the Cyborg hasn’t recognised just who the moth was. Probably a blessing rather than a curse to be honest.

[rustedservos]

+tinymarshmallowmech

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::This is Ratchet, CMO of the Autobots. State your emergency.::

[thesass-staysbetweenus]

sassafrass

♕☠— “S-ass-a-what?”

[spinning-the-classics]

The small bot shifted as he walked up to this old friend "B-Blaster" He whispered and looked down "I...W-We are really g-good friends and all" He muttered and shifted, playing with his fingers "I-I wanna go on a small f-friend date with you! M-Maybe e-even a r-regular date!"

Blaster smiled at the smaller mech, getting down on a knee to better make optic contact. “A date with ya would be nice, baby~” he purred sweetly, seeing that nervous tremble around the other mech. He gave his servo a kiss before winking. 

“What did’ja have in mind?”

[burningwolfcon]

@tinymarshmallowmech

[spinning-the-classics]

The small bot shifted, crawling of the bigger bot as if his height was nothing "I am Tailgate, it's nice to meet you, whats your name!"

“Hey there~” Blaster grinned, kneeling down to look the other mech in the optic, “I’m Blaster, nice ta meet ya, baby! What brings ya my way!”

[theshatteredempire]

Pet Moth

@tinymarshmallowmech

Optimus put his stuff away. It was good to back in Polyhex after that extreme campaign. And talk about a total flouch. If he wasn’t using the right word, WHO CARED?!?

He opened the door to one of the side-rooms. It was the room where his pet stayed. He had picked him up on his... third trip, he thought. It was one of the early-early ones.

He walked in. “TAIL... GATE...!!!” He slipped on something, and ended up crashing on the floor. Not his day.