I’ve been gone for a while, I know. Sometimes a mech needs silence from all the noise, even the ones from inside your helm.
It doesn’t matter how much you defrag your drives, or swallow highest grade, you’ll never forget.
Sure, it’d be easy to just get Mnemosurgery, but that’s too much like quitting, kind of like what I did when I ran to Slenderchet, like you.
I realize I’m no better, and why I held you to a higher standard, just because you were a Prime. I guess it’s unfair. You being the perfect hero was maybe the last shred of innocence, my final sense of wonder. Now it’s all gone. It’s not your fault - it’s mine.
You still remember the day I crawled out of the Allspark? The first time you picked me up, and helped me stand on my new pedes?
Every creation day I look back, remembering how lucky I was to have such a great leader, parental unit, and friend.
Though something inside me pulls to see you again, you didn’t want me to find you, to know you survived Megatron’s attack. All I have left of the greatest Prime is your hologram, and my memories.
Here’s hoping that’s enough to make me a great warrior some day.
I’d buy one! Those things are cool. We could have the pillow of me and the pillow of you and a knock out pillow all huddled together.
Why don’t we just have all 3 of us cuddle for real instead? Or all of us could cuddle on the 3 dakimakura. So many possibilities.
Soundwave leans down to inspect the treats a little closer, wanting to make sure there isn’t some kind of detonator hidden inside.
He doesn’t see any signs of tampering, though, so he plucks the box and utensil from Bumblebee’s servos and puts them both in subspace for later scanning before cautiously replaying some of the other mech’s words as a question.
▓▒░Business at hand?░▒▓
"Yes, as you recall, and I know you keep every scrap of data ever transmitted, I want to know about Optimus, and I’m also interested in purchasing plans for a Bridge. I know Smokescreen keeps warning me that I “don’t want to owe you” for anything, but this is worth it to me. So let me know your terms for these transactions, if you don’t mind…”
Bumblebee folded his arms, firm in his decision, unlike the last time before leaping through the portal. He now had not one, but two Smokescreens with bridge access. Now all he needed was the intel on Optimus and Bridge plans to fulfill his mission.
"I apologize again for not thinking through my previous actions before. I hope you’ll allow me this one mistake."
Anonymous said: If a fork were made of gold would it still be considered silverware?
You could call it flatware or a utensil too.
Same as if it were made out of plastic, I guess.
Anonymous said: was wondering, is it true that you caught arcee fraging jack with her holoform copy of herself? Of so, did you happen to take pictures?
Heh, I’ll never tell!
That, and I’m pretty sure Arcee would offline me if she had any idea I knew about it.
HAY MR. BEE! :3
I went to the state fair this weekend and had a cream puff ^^
I wanted to share the wonder of the almighty cream puff with everyone, and so I bestow onto you the majestic energon cream puff!! :3
go forth and bask in the puffiness hehe ^^
That’s the most puffy thing I’ve ever seen!
I shall receive the Energon cream puff with the highest honours.
Thanks so much, little purple kitty. I’ll be sure to enjoy it!
karikit said: May I have a hug? I had a rough day and need help cheering up. :c if not that's fine, I'm used to it. I understand. Have an amazing day...
If you want a hug, you’ve come to the right place, little one!
Honestly, my day was less-than-fantastic too, so I know where you’re coming from. I hope you feel better soon.
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...(My name is Bumblebee: lightning fast scout to the Autobots. I might be small, but I can kick mad aft when duty calls. "Don't worry about the size of the blaster - worry about the sting!" is my motto! I can only express words through beeps, tones and gestures; my voice box has been destroyed in battle.
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I love my humans and my humans seem to love me. They like to follow me home sometimes, but then Ratchet yells at me 'cause he's a NAG-atron. THEY'RE SO CUTE AND ARE GREAT PETS - HE DOESN'T UNDERSTAND! ǪuǪ ♡