#towardspeace

[towardspeace]

hizo este para un amigo

[partysuperior]

@towardspeace ;; via.

Sounds' visor turns to Megatron as if surprised. Not about to let this opportunity pass by, though, he quickly matches the other's lean, digits tapping the table in delight.

"Flyer," he whisper-rumbles back. One servo waves over his chest, where Lazerbeak remains as still and quiet as ever. As they speak, one might notice the smallest excited tremor in her frame. "For companionship."

[silent-stalker]

@towardspeace from here

Soundwave huffed, helm tilted up to look at Megatron. "Soundwave: made extra just for Megatron. Laserbeak: has her own."

He might move to pat at the bigger mech again, a little more hesitantly this time, helm lowering a bit and EM field soft, light and embarrassed to be asking something of him. "Soundwave: missed you. Query: is...a hug out of the question?"

[angelicbrokenburd-a]

"Don't we have enough minicons running around?" "No offense Ravage."

[shatter-the-law]

@towardspeace asked: 🩸

[Send 🩸 for Magnus to give your muse a lil gift]

Ultra Magnus looked up at Megatron, wearing his usual glare, one of the few expressions he could properly make given his lack of face. He presented a very shiny and sharp looking knife to the Decepticon… was it shining with fresh energon?

It was unclear if this — oddly wordless — gesture was a threat to Megatron or a hint to who was the killer of some poor Decepticon somewhere or (worse perhaps) an actual gift from Ultra Magnus.

[echoesofmessatinemegatron]

@towardspeace

Megatron's curiosity has the best of him again; that's why he's in this bar in the first place. It has absolutely nothing to do with how good the snacks or drinks are. Nothing. At. All.

He glances up and goes still. He's not sure... but he thinks he's seeing himself at the bar. A different paintjob, certainly, but the shape is very much the same.

His model has become rather unusual after his Ascension. He's had very little data on that, but he strongly suspects the Functionists took their revenge on people who looked like him, in much the same way the Decepticons did on Praxus, and everyone who resembled Prowl.

He looks, very intently, searching for clues and half hoping the mech notices him, so he can see him better.

[peterbilt-prime]

"Optimus, if you wouldn't mind, could you please hold this for me?" Megatron extends his hand to the Prime and quirks an optic ridge.

Optimus eyed the servo then let out a soft, amused chuckle. He took it, lacing their digits together. "I think I can handle that, but I cannot promise that I will be satisfied with simply holding it." Primus, how he had fallen hard for this mech.

[curiosiccusarchived]

@towardspeace​ is being curious...? "Do you have a boyfriend? Yes? Do you want a second one?"

The dark shuttle’s helm tilts a fraction to the side, crimson hues narrowing some as he studies the other mech. Was he seriously proposing the idea that he, Skyfire and Starscream join together as if like a trine of sorts? Did Starscream know about this? How would he feel about this?

Slowly a sly smirk forms on his features, wings giving a subtle but flirtatious flutter, “I don’t know. That does bring up some tasty imagery, but... perhaps you should ask Starscream first, hmm?”