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If ya’ll wanna help with nest construction, raise a servo.

Takes a ship to raise a sparkling, huh!

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Heads up, my darlings, it’s FINALS WEEK

I’ll be reachable on here, albeit sparsely; you’ll be better off trying to reach me through discord or through IM rather than on any of my other accounts or through the ask box.

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Not a fuck me but more of a how you fuck question. What sort of kinks you and your hubs do in berth? >:)

“Handholding and missionary position.”

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I’d drag you down until I put more sparklings into you

“...Maybe wait ‘til the first one’s out and we can see if I can, ya know, actually make a whole bitlit.”

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my refrigerator w legs barrels towards me and grabs me and stuffs me into its vegetable drawer then casually walks away

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THAT’S MY SPAWN!

GOOD MORNING, SLAG HEAPS

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GOOD MORNING, SLAG HEAPS

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My favorite type of characters are “they’re not dumb but they are a dumbass”

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You can only actually help someone who wants to be helped.

Jojo Moyes (via leaderofteamprime)

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Perhaps seeing upon the small bump from his mate caused him to do the most silliness of acts as he indeed began to rub every itch of Whirl’s chest and neck with his own faceplate. “Mine. Beautiful mate. Mine mine.”

Eh. Close enough to scentmarking, really. Whirl certainly looks entertained by the effort-- and he’d of returned it, if he’d still had his own proper helm and faceplate, with the markers under his jaw.

Instead he’s got this stupid lightbulb.

But the pedapips are good enough for nuzzling and gently nudging against the Knight as he guns his engine, blades trembling with every pass.

“All yours, toots. Just as you’re mine.”

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“Whirl, I needed to ask you someth- Primus almighty, what in the hell?!” Prowl stops dead looking into the hab, optics wide. - prowling-for-trouble

{ @prowling-for-trouble }

“...Hi?”

How does one explain nesting behaviors to a groundling? His habsuite is probably the cleanest it ever has been and the cleanest it ever will be, but the corner farthest from the door has been overtaken by a massive, shambling pillow fort that’s threatening to tip over at the slightest provocation.

Whirl places another pillow on the tower and the whole thing tips over, dragging a disappointed whine out of the copter.

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Spider-anon: what kind of payment are we talking?

“Uh... You take bullet casings?”

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*the infamous Spider-Anon emerges, licks the floor in a circle around whirl, and then vanishes back into the vents, all while the pink panther theme plays*

“That’s kinda nasty. Can I pay you to never do that again?”

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@the-overlord-of-your-sparks

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Dang Whirl you lucky bird. Everyone being thirsty over your knight already, heck even First Aid thinks he's fine. Glad you got him before anyone else did!

“An’ don’t you forget it!”

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How are you today, whirl! Any mood swings from baby?

“I have mood swings on the regular, ey. So if I’m havin’ them ‘cause of the leech...”

“How am I supposed to tell?”