#eighttrackhero

[finish-line-femme]

eight-track-hero liked your post:If you ever feel bad about yourself, just...

Best eyebrows.

[mini-medic]

eight-track-hero bids tidings

A ping blipped onto his HUD, requesting a connection to his comms. Except when he tried to identify the caller it came back as an unknown ID. Crash hummed to himself, a tad surprised as he wondered how some random bot got his comm code-

Actually, nevermind. He was pretty sure he knew. ::Hi, you've reached Crashcourse. To whom am I speaking?:: Was politely requested

[blue-and-black-hero]

...I'm not sure if this is a good thing or not.

[driftrunners]

✜

((Devon doesn’t really slouch, but he’s definitely noodle-y and relaxed. Usually he’s animated as hell when talking or interacting with anyone lol))

[finish-line-femme]

Dropping you a line to tell you that you're beautiful.

Thank y--wait, does this mean I can just pop in whenever I want to tell you how handsome you are?

[the-houston-solution-blog]

eight-track-hero replied to your post:would you ever wear a dress

Is your chest hair white?

Hah, it's, uh, dark brown. All my hair is dark brown 'n'... I dye this. [He gestures at his head.]

[herzloshorsepower1]

eight-track-hero replied to your post:[Curls into a sad little ball.]

[Hunkers down next to.] … Beatbox is a human right now. Did you know that?

Yeah.

[Squints at.]

What do you want?

[blue-and-black-hero]

At the rate everyone is getting zapped we might as well raid a soup kitchen for all the food we need.

...Crap this place doesn't have a kitchen or anything does it?

[finish-line-femme]

eight-track-hero replied to your post:((Writing the closet thing for Soundtrack. HOly...

((VIBRATES))

((VIBRATES EVEN LOUDER NOW THAT I WROTE IT))

[chrysalisqueenling]

eighttrackhero has stumbled into the Hive

Chrysalis peered down at the smaller mech, rising to her full height as she chittered to herself. Her wings resettled as she called her Brutes away, who growled and grudgingly stood behind her and around her as she stepped foward.

<<HELLO, SMALL ONE. WHO MIGHT YOU BE? FRIEND OR FOE?>> she asked in her mindwhisper, unsure how the other would like that. Her chitin settled agaisnt her frame as her optics narrowed.

[tranquilfingers]

eight-track-hero started following you

Hello there. Eight-track...I think that's a music thing on Earth, isn't it?

Good enough for me.

[citrineyoungling]

*Weak responding chitters*

[blue-and-black-hero]

Keep sharp objects or anything rusty away.  You do not want to have to deal with tetnus, or the treatment for it.  Also cuts are bad.

Coverings for his feet...errr..pedes, will be important to that end.

...After a day or so he'll need to bathe, he'll probably start to smell.  Roary can help with that.

Make sure he never gets more than a few feet off the ground.  You might be tempted to lift him up or something as a means to keep him safe but dropping him is way more dangerous.

Can he talk?

[the-houston-solution-blog]

Houston--I have Rapidshock and he's just as lively as ever. He wants you to meet us at the coordinates of Seismicwave's ship. Here-- [He pings the coordinates.]

WHAT?! [Houston makes a sharp turn and guns his engine, heading for the set of coordinates.] Soundtrack you're-- frag, you're amazin'! How is he?? What're his injuries? Are you okay? What'd he tell you?! 

[finish-line-femme]

Closet.

13. Trailing kisses from the stomach up to the mouth.

[What an inconvenient time to be seventeen feet tall. Sieve puffs out her cheeks in frustration before pulling Soundtrack to the floor so she can complete this very embarrassing and exciting task. As soon as he is reclining at a comfortable level she crawls in between legs and places her hands on his thighs to steady herself before leaning in to kiss his midsection. 

Sieve is usually audacious when it comes to dares, but this time her faceplate takes on a faint blue glow over her cheek region. Someone definitely had it in for her. Her chin briefly grazes his abdominal plating as she moves up to kiss him a little higher, leaving a trail of kisses up his plating and over his grille. Soon she has to shift around and straddle his lap, servos resting on his grille while her lipplates busy themselves with placing little kisses along his collar and, eventually, his warm neck.

She hesitates for a moment before continuing her kiss trail up his fuel lines and cables, leaning against him with her servos over his headlights so that she can reach his helm properly. Hoping that her nerves don’t fail her she forces herself to press a kiss against his jaw plating, lips tingling against the biolights set into the metal. One she reaches his notorious chin, she chuckles and leaves a few kisses there. Then, finally, she bites her lower lip before sealing the deal with a slightly shaky, eager kiss.]