"S’matter? Cybercat got yer glossa?" The veteran smirks, glad to have seemingly spooked the lies out of Ratchet by his threat. He comes to stand by the shorter mech, placing a scarred black servo on an orange shoulder plate, squeezing it gently. "Ah’ll talk ta Red tamarrow, see what he’s thinkin’ ‘bout the situation." He removes his servo and crosses his arms, mimicking the medic’s earlier pose. "Now what in the Sam Hill were that ‘bout?"
Feeling that large servo on his shoulder was comforting. He knew Ironhide would do just as he said, he was a very honest kind of mech and… he supposed that’s what he loved about him the most. However, when the red truck begins to question him, Ratchet no longer seemed to have any words.
"I— what could you mean by that? I’m just…making sure that uh.."
"That’s some o’ the stupidest slag Ah ever heard."
"There’s some kinda misunderstandin’ ‘tween meh an’ Red, so ya gotta talk some depressin’ scrap that ain’t even almost true? Never woulda taken ya fer a liar, doc."
"Lemme tell ya somethin’. Ya may be lot o’ thins’, but some ol’ whore ain’t one o’ ‘em. Yer a good ‘bot, ya’ve saved more lives an’ Ah could ever count. Yer the CMO o’ the Autobots an’ yer current chosen profession ain’t gonna change that.”
"So ya may be ol’, but m’older. An’ m’tellin’ ya right now, ya better stop all this bull slag lyin’, else m’gonna get real pissed, real quick."
He goes silent at Ironhide’s words and just stands there for a few moments in silence. “…” After a moment he shakes his helm and vents softly. “Lies or not… You should go talk to Red Alert. I honestly believe he likes you more than just a friend and if you don’t feel the same way, it’s best to tell him now. I don’t want anyone getting hurt or misunderstood.”
Sad for the ants, but stellar for the outcome.
this.. is fUCKING AWESOME
How to dispose of ants.
"Hm.~ I knew you wouldn’t let me down, Soundwave…"
"Come and get it…"
Soundwave’s servos waste no time in drifting servos over Megatron’s soft cushioning, pinching the mesh between his digits before soothing it with soft caresses. He had never thought he would be with his Lord in such a state, but it was surprisingly attractive. He could not help but want to bury himself in that soft frame.
[[You are beautiful, My Lord.]]
Megatron wanted to remain either smug or perhaps even emotionless, but the growing heat in his cheeks gave away to what he was really feeling. He couldn’t help but watch as Soundwave’s small servos roam over his large soften frame and squeeze at the violet colored bugles. There was still some muscle there but it was greatly overshadowed by the flabby mesh that begged to be groped and ground against.
it’s that one guy from that one comic book…the thug dude? my sister wanted me to draw him so i did. hims sexeh..(although the way i drew him he looks silleh)