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@toxiicatiingâ
Send me âââ Plus another muse and I will draw my muse with them!
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â  nobody  but  you  is  that  pointlessly  cruel .  â [Blurr]
â Youâve jusâ figured that out, speedy? â he grinned, passing a servo under his chin. Ricochet eyed the sky blue mech, the urge to provoke harm, or maybeâŚsteal a peck to their dermas. Tempting, but not at this moment.
#rico: yes hunny im aware of that#also rico: bein a creep and checking out blurr#toxiicatiing#[ ic. â ]
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@toxiicatiingâ to YUUTA
He kindly offers the boy a REAL cup of hot cocoa. Hoping the boy can trust him well enough.
â Hey---Yuuta, I brought the real deal, jusâ for you! Look--itâs even Christmas themed. â he gave the boy an apologetic smile, wishing he was there to prevent what happened. â Hope you like it. â
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"I... See." No she doesn't. She doesn't get any of what Primus is saying, but at least the techno-organic was trying. "So then who is the odd old man I see sometimes? I like his baking! But he seems rather lonely... I'd love to bake with him sometime- if I knew his name, that is." [Jeloxa]
   âAh, thatâd be my Brother, Unicron. Heâs... not an easy creature to bake with, and heâll complain plenty, but he is awful lonely. So long as you donât take his insults to heart, and know when to, ahem, not eat anything with a violet tinge to it, youâll get along fine.â
   Probably.
   Hopefully.Â
   He doesnât give his Brother credit where credit is due sometimes. When his twin isnât seeking to fill out his ranks or cause trouble, heâs just as deserving of company as anyone else. And, when one ignores his sharp tongue and the source of his ingredients, his Brother is an excellent baker.
    âBut, ah... why donât you inquire with your caretaker first? One should always check with their support system before making friends with the... odd ones. Besides, Iâm sure heâd love to hear how many friends youâre making.â
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"Salutations, Mister Cheetor!" Ecstatic to see the infamous maximal, delicate servos moved to grasp Cheetor's own, practically squeezing them from the joy that overflowed from the femme's spark. "It's so lovely to see you in the city again, truly. Won't you share your exciting, adventurous tales with me again? I can only imagine the delightful stories you've gathered since we last saw each other!" Her smile, so loving, carefree, and sweet, it could make any creature melt like butter. [Jeloxa]
Cheetorâs golden optics flicked down to their servos touching his. He flushed, then cracking a smirk as he rubbed the back of his helm.
â No problem Jel! Anything to make your day better. â he winks. â Well, where do I even start? Last week, me and the boys totally knocked the predâs socks off! â
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@toxiicatiingâ from THIS
His smile softened as Sariâs mood shifted, and let out a small sigh of relief. Optimus adored the youngest member of their little team, even thinking of her as his own youngling with how she looked up to him. Not wanting to keep her waiting longer then necessary, the prime leaned down to affectionatley pat her helm before quickly transforming, and opening the door to the front seat for her.
âI have no idea what any of that is, but Iâm sure itâs delicious. I heard Burger bot changed the little trinkets they put in the meals again.â Perhaps it was something sheâd like. âSomething to do with a new movie coming out?â
#toxiicatiing#Optimus loves his tiny daughter UwU#OP; TAKE THAT MEGS I'M THE BETTER PARENT!!!#{the key to our sparks} >Sari<
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[ slow dance | Blurr ]
âŁď¸               SOFT  INTERACTIONS !
Rodimus blinked in surprise as Blurr asked his timid request. A small smile graced his lips as he tilted his head.Â
And then he stood up, stepping closer.Â
âIâd be happy to dance with you.â
#toxiicatiing#answered#;; i always feel at home with them ; no matter how far away from home we are - blurr & longarm verse
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"...Evil, am I?" The femme had made little noise previously, but the anonymous claims regarding her evil nature have finally taken their toll. "Minimus Ambus, tell me, how long does it take for your frame type to heat up? Have you ever experienced your frame burning from the inside, until you're nothing but smoke and ash?" They wanted evil? Fine. She'd give them evil. Cybertronians took everything from her. She'll gladly repay the favour. [Jeloxa]
Minimus Ambus turns to regard Jeloxa, his features unreadable at the moment. His optics study the femme before he replies, âYou do realize that we donât ourselves donât think youâre evil. Whirl doesnât. I donât. Those grey beings donât understand you and thus make false accusations against you. That is all. You should not allow them to get to you as such.. If you do, you allow them to win. You allow their horrible words and judgments form you and that isnât right.â
The load bearer takes a careful step forward, holding his arms out wide, âI donât think youâre evil. If you need to hurt me to get your aggression out, then do so. I will not hold any ill will towards you. I will still think of you highly. I.. I will still love you.â
#toxiicatiing#ďš Asá´s ďš Dá´ Ęá´á´ á´á´ á´Ę ɢá´á´ á´Ęá´ Ňá´á´Ęɪɴɢ á´Ęá´á´ Ęá´á´ÎĘá´ á´ÉŞssɪɴɢ á´Ęá´ á´á´Ęá´ďš#ASKS;
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â i canât stand the sight of me either â [Heatwave]
Fire Emblem: Three Houses Prompts
âYou know thatâs not true.â
Small hands reached out to rest on his arm, her expression softening. There was a lot of turmoil in the air already, enough that it made her processor ache, but she pushed the pending migraine aside for the sake of her companion.
He didnât need her like that. He needed her able to help, and thatâs what she was best at. Helping.
âYou know how much I worry, right? And donât you dare tell me I shouldnât.â
#[â you have greater power than you know || ic â]#[â is it me you're looking for? || asks â]#[â may the fresh scent of flowers protect you always || meme replies â]#toxiicatiing
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⣠[Heinrich]
Send in a ⣠for a random kiss. 2. A forehead kiss
It was worrisome when the doctor got like this. Spending days at a time on his experiments without a care for himself.
Misha perched on the edge of Heinrichâs bed. He looked exhausted, though part of Misha believed that he was only pretending to be asleep in order for the Russian to leave. Then heâd escape and go back into that cursed lab. He wondered if he could find the keys and lock the place upâbut he knew Heinrich would never forgive him if he did.
The giant heaved a great sigh, pulling the blankets over the manâs shoulderâs and tucking him tightly into the sheets.Â
Then, as deftly as he could manage, Misha leant down tentatively pressed a small kiss to the other manâs forehead. It was cold and clammyâand indicator of just how unwell Heinrich must have been.
He straightened, a frown of concern etched into his featuresâbefore standing and walking silently out of the room.
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K ink Shaming Rating in Progress
@toxiicatiing said: Â
Shared baths uwu
  âHow many times do I have to say this is a COMMON CYBERTRONIAN BEHAVIOR that is normally platonic.â Defensiveness has suddenly increased.
No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FRAG yes | Oh god you donât even know | I SEE WHAT YOUâRE TRYING TO DO AND IT WONâT WORK
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@toxiicatiingâ
Vents, âNExt time, be careful where you run into at full speed? The wound could have been worse; also, stop moving around, kid. Iâm trying to look at your face.âÂ
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"You look like Jazz going through a weird edgy teenager phase." There's a pause from the red-head. "You smell gross, and you look pretty ugly, stupid too, probably." [Sari]
â Sweet gal, youâre so flattering. â he chuckles, grinning widely down at her. â Your twin from the other side is quite a rascal if yâall ever met her. â
#me- the mun: hes hot thou#evil#but--he hot#also rico when someone insults him: *gay chuckle* thank u honey#toxiicatiing
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â [Yuuta]
send one for my museâs reaction to your muse ââ = teaching them a different language .
Jazz leaned in to the book before him, then to Yuuta. â Okay soâhowâs this sound? â he cleared his throat- âăăăŤăĄăŻăç§ăŽĺĺăŻă¸ăŁăşă§ă.â there was still an accent there, but he managed to say the whole sentence this time.
â Hey Yuuta, how does one say, âI admire you in every wayâ in Japanese? â
#translation: Hello#my name is jazz. ;)#also jazz: i wanna say something nice n fiirty to gm#toxiicatiing
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"Do pardon my inquiry but... What's interface?" No one had yet to inform the poor, innocent femme. [Jeloxa]
   âOh! Well, itâs a way for mechanicals and technorganics and... well, pretty much anyone to share their feelings with someone else. Itâs a way of expressing love, friendship, tribalism, all that fun stuff!â
   âIâll, ah... be honest. I didnât design interfacing to be used solely for oneâs typical sexual pleasure. Itâs meant to be an act that synchronizes Sparks to form Corona-bonds and groups with which one can fall back upon when one is in trouble. But Cybertronians improved their own systems and made it so that happens whenever you spend a large amount of time in contact with others, so interface is mostly just merriment and close feelings now.â
   âItâs not a requirement to live, but I find it to be quite fun. My Brother, however, does not: weâre good examples of two opinions, I think.â
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"My word...! Excuse me young miss, but may I ask about your outfit? It's so beautiful!" Inquisitive about the fashion sense of humans (or what the techno-organic believed to be a human), the unknown heir to the Decepticon reign knelt on both legs, peering down at Ilana with such genuine fascination. "I believe Mistress Sari would ever so love such a design, and I'd like to gift something like your outfit to her this holiday season!" [Jeloxa]
The Galalunian princess gasped in awe, the sight of the tall pink fembotâŚit lookedâŚrobotic but mostlyâŚorganic. It was truly a wonderful sight. Ilana blinked a few times, trying to find her words. This was her first encounter with another sentient robot.Â
â Oh my gosh, thank you! Itâs my traditional royal gown. you see, Iâm a princess, from a faraway planet called Galaluna.â She inspected the otherâs attire, or well, it looked like clothing on them. â I love your dress too! Are you an ocean princess? â
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