You will get—
Adequate ship building time.
Realistic obstacles for them to overcome.
Sweet fluff.
Sexy smut.
As much action as I can mange.
Tons of angst.
Possibly random drabbles.
Occasional gif/photo sets, or manips.
@ tagged in all kinds of things.
Headcanons about anything and everything.
a bunch of crack.
Completely sick of my ass.
“You were made to fight,” Nickle pointed out, “But that doesn’t mean you have to. I don’t like to fight. I am a medic, I fix mecha. But sometimes I have to so that the mecha I fix stay alive.”
she smiled at Bob. Yeah... No. She didn’t see him as a soldier at all. But she had no idea what kind of noncombatant he would be. Since he seemed so confused about things like that, she kept it to herself. She changed the subject, “Who is this caretaker?”
Skating, bored not-so-mini mini. Watch out! She will skate over your face!
First rocks falling out of the sky, then little things barreling into him.
What a strange day.
Oh. Oh wait, it was a little Cybertronian. A new one.
A new potential friend.
“HELLO THERE. I AM BOB. I AM A BUG. WHAT IS YOUR NAME? AND WHAT IT IS YOU ARE DOING?”
“The ‘Bot’s took you in?” Nickle asked, “Huh. I didn’t think they really like Insecticons. But no, you’re still an Insecticon. You’re just an Insecticon who’s an Autobot. And Insecticons are bugs, it’s not two different things.”
Nickle’s optics widened then, “Slag it! I just compared them to a ‘Bot! Should have known! Why are big mecha’s always such dorks when they’re not killing people?!”
Skating, bored not-so-mini mini. Watch out! She will skate over your face!
First rocks falling out of the sky, then little things barreling into him.
What a strange day.
Oh. Oh wait, it was a little Cybertronian. A new one.
A new potential friend.
“HELLO THERE. I AM BOB. I AM A BUG. WHAT IS YOUR NAME? AND WHAT IT IS YOU ARE DOING?”