#‹ ic › 🧰 ❝ you stand on your own and you leave on your own ❞

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And here is a beanie hat for the Charlie. Stay warm, human. -stinglikeame

She's just gonna put that beanie right on her head and give a thumbs up, nose wrinkled as she grins.

Most stylish mechanic in town.

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gowithplana​:

“ Ah that’s the hard part.” Optimus flops over onto his back. Carefully he scoops her up to deposit on his chest. Sighing as he crosses his arms behind his helm to part watch her, and part watch the sky over head. Earth had one of the most beautiful skies he’d ever seen still. The breeze, the sounds and smells… Organic planets held a special spot in his spark. “ Making friends is difficult when you’re politically the most Important mechanism in Galactic space. But, I’m trying… I think I’ve succeeded a few times even. Though some of them might technically fall a bit-” He chuckles,” Treasonous.” He shifts to lift one claw to his lips,” Shhhh don’t tell though.” Resuming rubbing her back slowly as he hums.

Being moved is nothing new for her. She goes still for the time it takes to move her, and when she’s finally settled, she stretches and shifts so she can lay on her stomach with her arms folded on his chest. The familiarity of the gesture is so deeply ingrained that she just sighs, resting her chin on her arms for a moment.

“I won’t say a word. I wasn’t technically supposed to make friends with Bee either, even if that wasn’t... y’know. Technically Not Allowed.”

Grinning slightly, she gives his chestplate a light pat with one hand, tipping her head to one side so her cheek can lay against her arm instead. Laying like this she could just about fall asleep, even if she doesn’t want to yet.

She just wants to relax and enjoy the familiar sensations.

“Well, I hope I’m one of those new friends. You’re a pretty cool guy. Gotta count for something, right?”

Don't mind the human girl wandering over, twisting her hair back up into a messy work bun, despite the fact that her hands and arms are a disaster of grease from work.

"Hey O-P, I've never asked before. What's your Bumblebee like? Is there anybody like me where you're from?"

" Well...yes and no." Optimus settles near the human young woman. Fins canting towards her, not at all minding the messy human. It makes him nostalgic even. He props his cheek on his knuckles," We had Sari. She ended up being a technorganic. Part Human, part Cybertronian... As for Bumblebee. Small, loud and honestly the best case for the argument that ADHD does occur in Cybertronians. But? He was a hard worker, a dedicated mech and a good friend." Venting with a wistfulness.

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"You know what? I think I'm gonna do some OT at the garage.

I'm sure old Ted won't complain."

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“Well hello there, and where might you be scampering off to at such a late hour?” (For Charlie’s TFP verse? Also, Howdy!)

She'd really not planned to take this path back to her small apartment on the outskirts of town. Typically she'd have asked Bee for a lift, maybe taken some time to chill with the kids (Raf reminded her almost painfully of Otis sometimes), but something had apparently gone sideways for the bots.

And so here she was, hoofing it home, only to hear an unfamiliar voice nearby. Her eyes narrow and she looks around, shifting her weight as she turns to look around.

"...well. That depends on who's asking."

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"So I actually called my mom last night. Seeing as how it was Thanksgiving and all.

I'm not sure if she was happier to see me or angrier I wasn't there."

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That gets Charlie to pause, standing straight from where she'd been tucked under the hood of her old Corvette. It ran quite well these days, even if she usually spent a lot more time with Bumblebee.

Still, someone speaking to her catches her attention, and she scrubs her her forearm across her forehead under her bangs for a moment.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. It uh... it was my dads. I just recently got it running."

@mechanicinclined started following you.

“Uuuuh~, such a really nice car you're trying to fix! Is it yours?”

Curiosity ever killed the cat and Malika knows it very well... but how could she not noticing another girl, more or less like her, soengaged into fixing their own vehicle? Surely the new one seemed to be like someone with mechanic's skillset!

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"...oh my god. Oh my god it is almost Christmas, isn't it? Oh shit, I haven't sent my mom a card or gotten anything for Otis to send back home or-"

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"So hey out of curiosity what's it feel like to have a mom who actually like. Gives a shit about how you're handling things?"

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Send 🙏 to cradle my muse's face.

@autobotmedic said: 🙏Except it's not really face cradling it's more like a 'gently pokes face with digit' as he states, "You are not a disappointment."

That gets a faint huff out of Charlie, who glances down and away at the gentle scolding. For all she jokes about such matters, she grew up used to being the odd one out. Making light of being called a slacker and a disappointment always just felt easier.

But there's Ratchet, all dad vibes and gruff concern. And it's much harder to focus on the "joke" part of using those old insults against herself, instead a reminder of how much all that hurt.

"...maybe." A shrug, puffing her bangs out of her face. "I dunno. you hear people say something enough, it sorta sticks, you know?"

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@pacis-quod-alcedonia said (x):

NO. 

“You’ll be happy to know I passed out dead asleep before I got into any trouble.”

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Charlie tucks her hair behind her ears, pursing her lips for a moment before sighing and puffing her bangs out of her face.

"...I kinda miss taking Otis trick or treating."

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“Sometimes I think there’s benefits to being the older sibliing.

Mom stopped doing the thumb lick to me when Otis came along.”

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"Maybe." She tucks her hair behind her ears, peering up at Ratchet for a moment. "I'll talk to her later. She's real busy, right? I don't wanna make more work for her or anything."

    “I have never had a mother, but June Darby appears to be a loving and protective example of your world. Perhaps you should meet her, to find your answers.”

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“It makes me really sad robots can’t eat like. Pies and stuff because I make the best strawberry pie.”

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“I haven’t slept in like 48 hours I could fight god.

Or like. Maybe one of the Decepticons? One of the little ones. I’m scrappy and full of caffeine.”

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“Fantasy High” Starter Sentences

@primalxfire​ said: “We all fall short of the grace of God.”

“RIP to you but I’m different.”

Honestly she couldn’t resist. She liked pretty much all the Cybertronians she encountered, those who tried to kill her notwithstanding, and she’d gotten pretty used to yanking their chains when the mood struck.

Still, despite her comment, she rocked back on her heels with her hands shoved in her pockets, cocking her head up towards the mech with a sort of half grin. The symbol, at least, was familiar. It was a symbol she knew, and at least as far as she knew, it was a symbol she could trust.

“Do you guys even have gods? I mean like... do you go to church, pray, that kind of thing?”