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just me and that one character i met at the lowest point of my life

anyways shout out to john constantine

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How do you take care of a bean?? Mine won't stop bitting me 😔

Well you see!! Beans are inherently very social creatures, so I recommend introducing one to two friends to your bean! Of course, if you don’t have the resources for another bean setting up play dates works as well, remember to socialize your bean or they will become stressed!

Here’s an example:

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Just another brick in the wall.

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so Jamie street fighter 6 might have taken over my brain for a period of time

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🐰🔬⚔️🐰

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You? Me? Driftrodceptor.

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oh i've forgotten to post this here. i'm a bit shy about it, so i'll put it under the cut.

ft. @calculatesguilt 's perceptor. + fueling my short drift propaganda

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out on the fields (^_^)b

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Personally, i don’t think Ratchet-I-will-drug-you-and-tie-you-down-the-berth-if-i-find-you-hurting-yourself will mind.

Also hc Ratchet doesn’t peg me as a physically affectionate guy, but he likes the company :)

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Driftrod beans? Do they ever seek eachother out and play?

Eg the kind of "battle training" rodimus and drift do with drift teaching him the way of the blade.. is there some sort of bean-equivalent?

Yes they do! Beans need enrichment and they love to play with each other :D

They don’t have the braincells to understand so they can’t actually use weapons ahahahe

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Aftermath of this!!

Beans doesn’t understand glass! It is one of the easiest ways to keep a bean in place :)

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bad touch!!

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dratchrodweek day 2: conjunx ritus | reunion

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(used an engagement ring advert photo for reference)

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dratchrodweek day 1: sleep deprivation | comfort

How could I ever be happy after everything I’ve done?

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The not-very-cute start.

There is a very large gap between not rejected and accepted. Throughout his life, Drift is in that limbo phase. He got treated and advised, but not cared for or invested in. He traded in his abilities to kill for a place to stay, and a cause to follow, but once stripped of his willingness to harm, he is again a wanderer. He had acquaintances that haven’t offlined yet, but never friends, not for long at least. Sometimes he still dreams of Gasket.

Yes, he gets his frame overhauled and ditched the earth-based alt mode. Yes, he is now wearing a different brand, the right one.

That didn’t stop his idea from being ridiculed. One minute, he’s Autobot Drift, not-rejected, another one in the remaining handfuls, tolerated. The next, after he proposed the pursuit of something straight out of a legend, he became an ex-con, or a delusional one with too religious a belief to be of any practical use.

He just stared at the confrontation unfolding in front of him. It’s like standing on the ocean floor, trying to look up through the hundreds feet of water up above. Color got filtered away, light turned into shadow, and everything that moves is blurry.

Drift blinked and tried to stop his optics from turning magenta. He’s still not sure if it’s the spectralism practice or the remaining processor damage he got from being impaled on a sword, that caused him to see colors instead of shapes. Right now, it’s just a flame burning bright, overshadowing the bronze and the metal grey.

Voice merged into background noises. Drift ex-vented and drew his field back in. He re-opened his optics.

He is surprised that Rodimus of all mechs came to his defense. Rodimus just jammed himself between Drift and Bumblebee, stance almost protective. With him facing away and back turned towards Drift, Drift can’t properly see his expressions. He is making some grandiose arguments about the importance of hope, restoration of the planet, and Cybertron deserving a new start.

Drift stopped paying attention about halfway through – Rodimus’s speech could really use some polishing, if you were asking him. He overused the phrase “Till all are one”. After the third time, it just doesn’t register anymore.

Yet, he can’t just excuse himself from the conversation. With all his shortcomings – shallow, short-tempered, occasionally abrasive, Rodimus was still one of the few bots that accepted Drift. He cared, in the limited ways that he knew how.

I could walk out, thought Drift, and maybe I won’t get a warning of contempt of orders. But what else is there to do? He stood too still, and hesitated too long, so by the time Rodimus took his servo, and dragged him away, Drift was too slow to reject. Rodimus listed off the things to do and assigned Drift the task of securing shuttle.

Absent-mindedly, Drift allowed his servo to hang on a few kliks too long, and did not retract it till Rodimus decided to pull away.

It's been a while -- being touched without the intent to harm behind it.

"I will see what I can do." So he said to Rodimus.

omg. yes. you know. I even went to brush up on The Death of Optimus Prime for this and yes. This is what makes driftrod so great. Rodimus would defend him and fight for him and trust his word without questioning it and... uwaaaahhh it's just so precious. Exactly the kind of thing that would charm Drift. Wish there had been more of that kind of thing in the comic!!

love the way you portray Drift. Just something about him standing there dissociating up until he gets his hand grabbed.

they're going to go on an adventure together🥺

thank you again I'll have you know that I'm looking forward to these every time. eeevery time. gets me soooo excited