17 Sep 2014 00:10 | 7 notes | Reblog
(Can I kiss you?)

"K-k-kiss? M-me? Kiss me? Kiss me.." There’s a look of confusion on the shuttle’s face, along with shock. He stiffens. You may have to make the first move.

curiousshuttle:

slendermech:

curiousshuttle:

"Uh.. w-w-well. I don’t want t-to be r-r-rude, but I’m curious a-as well.." He shuffles a bit, not sure if he should just run away or actually going through with it. He makes up his mind finally and leans forward a bit so the other mech could reach him.

He keeps his helm tilted, slightly wary. So maybe he shouldn’t have asked.

(Do you mind?)

"N-no of course not. It’s just…" Skyfire bit his lip, bending over some, "I’ve never been kissed before." He whispered gently, looking away.

"I was.. always curious, but n-never tried it. This.. this would be my first time and I would hate to mess it up in any way." The shuttle vented softly, "If you’re okay with it t-then I w-wouldn’t mind at a-a-all."

Soundwave hummed a bit, still staring at Skyfire, and stepped forward. He raised his hands, cupping the shuttle’s face, and if he didn’t mind, gave him a quick kiss on his lips. He then drew back, cocking an optic brow.

(Wasn’t too bad, was it?)

16 Sep 2014 23:59 | 1 note | Reblog

He is tired.

Physically exhausted, and mentally screaming.

Very tired.

16 Sep 2014 23:53 | 5 notes | Reblog
What- what was that sound... "Emm, Soundwave?? You -okay?" *she would try very hard not smile.*

His internal temperature has risen. A form of blushing, if you like. Thankfully, it cannot be detected by non-Cybertronians. Hopefully.

(What? I’m fine. Yes. Why do you ask?)

How embarrassing.

notesofwraithjones:

Wraith scratches her neck, eyeing Soundwave for a second she decides to word herself carefully, “You made a noise.”

It’s funny, she’s spent so much time among them and they still expect her to have such a limited understanding… You don’t have to see a blush to know it exists.

(A noise? I can’t make noise.. I don’t have a voicebox. See? No noise. Unable to make a noise.)

16 Sep 2014 23:28 | 5 notes | Reblog

Stop liking that post.

His symbiotes are none of your business.

16 Sep 2014 23:02 | 23 notes | Reblog

http://alpha113n-redshirt-eradicon.tumblr.com/post/97701787117/slendermech-alpha113n-redshirt-eradicon

slendermech:

alpha113n-redshirt-eradicon:

slendermech:

Yes. Just going to bump his helm on Allen’s, and make pitiful whines. His frame has started to still in its quivering, and he leans against the Eradicon, curling up slightly, trying to pull his legs to his chestplates. Just…

He tiredly attempted to keep up his movements, but his helm eventually fell to rest against Allen’s chestplates, frame relaxing and going still. Might as well sleep while he can.

16 Sep 2014 22:54 | 5 notes | Reblog
What- what was that sound... "Emm, Soundwave?? You -okay?" *she would try very hard not smile.*

His internal temperature has risen. A form of blushing, if you like. Thankfully, it cannot be detected by non-Cybertronians. Hopefully.

(What? I’m fine. Yes. Why do you ask?)

How embarrassing.

16 Sep 2014 22:52 | 1 note | Reblog
::Did that sound come out of you?:: (sneeze meme..)

(Hm? What. No. No sound. What are you talking about?)

16 Sep 2014 22:49 | 7 notes | Reblog

Why must there be symbiotes all over his dashboard?

Why?

16 Sep 2014 22:42 | 651 notes | Reblog

My muse suddenly gives the cutest sneeze, send me your muses reaction!

16 Sep 2014 22:40 | 23 notes | Reblog

alpha113n-redshirt-eradicon:

slendermech:

Yes. Just going to bump his helm on Allen’s, and make pitiful whines. His frame has started to still in its quivering, and he leans against the Eradicon, curling up slightly, trying to pull his legs to his chestplates. Just cuddle him.

*Allen rubbed his chin over Soundwave’s helm and hummed softly. He had an idea. He had a blanket in his subspace. He’ll just pull that out and cover Soundwave with it. That will keep them cozy and warm*

Soundwave hums in agreement to this, nuzzling, and snuggling up to the other. He likes being warm. Doesn’t matter that it’s a dream.