"Innocentes"

🌻 a worried text.

🐰 a goofy text.

🦋 a loving text.  

🧦 a half-asleep text.

🌳 a happy text.

🍎 an apologetic text.

⚠️ a text meant for someone else.

🕰️ an early morning text.

💫 a late night text.

🗑️ a text that wasn’t sent.

💡 a scared text.

💀 an urgent text.

🥇 a supportive text.

🔪 a hateful text. 

🌊 a sad text.

⚡ an angry text. 

badgeless-bumblebear‌:

He’d known many Overlords in his time being around the lost Light, one he’d even befriended!…And had been dating his roommate, funnily enough. But this Overlord was not one of those he had met, a stranger to the bear bot. Each one he’d encountered had their own style, their own thing that made them unique. But this bot…He wasn’t sure about. Servos clenched, the little minibot pushed a smile onto his face, trying to hide the fact that he was as nervous as could be.  “H-Hiya, I….I didn’t mean to bump into you like that, it’s been…A b-b-bustling day, you know? Heh..”

this time a genuine toothy grin came to his face this small bot seemed rather….interesting  “I understand and don’t worry about it I’m SG! Overlord I’m just trying out the blue paint your ‘verse’ is used to”

Okay, that smile seemed more...Genuine, and it helped bring a little bit of relief to the small bot. Innoh raised a servo for the other to shake, his paw so small compared to the big triple changer.  “Innoh, m-my name is Innoh, it’s a pleasure to meet you. You have...A different paint coat?”  that brought a bubbling sense of curiosity up in the bot’s systems, tilting his helm a tad.  “You’re from...What universe was it? SG? I--I haven’t heard of one with initials like that, t-to be honest!” 

Rodimus gently ran his servo over the smooth surface of the loon, examining every inch. He eventually pulled back with a nod, then stared at his servo.

“Rung is gonna kill me for doing that.”

Rodimus scoffs, rolling his optics. “All lies. Stuff Mags made up so I can stay on the ship. I’m not anything special. Not even a good Captain….”

Rodimus scoffs, rolling his optics. “All lies. Stuff Mags made up so I can stay on the ship. I’m not anything special. Not even a good Captain….”

badgeless-bumblebear‌:

roddy-prime‌:

Rodimus watched the balloon struggle for a moment before coming out of his daze enough to lift the kit and set it on the table. He sat down and opened it up, glancing up at the balloon. “Who is Innoh..?”

There, that as better, he had thought. he’d wished he could have been able to grab the thing, but at least Rodimus had been able to pull himself out of his daze long enough to grab it and open it up for him. The loon went right to work, grabbing swabs and gauze, his string working rather quickly at wiping up and sanitizing the small wound. Innoh’s name had been brought up, however, and the loon stopped for a brief moment, looking to him with a quick stare before it was back to work.  “Innoh? I’m surprised you don’t know him, he’s one of your crewmates, after all.”  He replied with a soft chuckle, dabbing at the energon that still spilled, string filing through tools.  “He’s one of the guards down in the belly of the ship, he works with a few buddies down there, making sure any unwanted travelers that find their way on the ship are kept in the cells down there. There’s not too many though, mostly just mechs that Magnus keeps tossing into the brig for disobeying a policy or two, they stay about a day or two. But he loves his job, makes him feel….Special, important. Okay now remember to relax, this might sting a bit, just don’t be moving your servo all willy-nilly.”  He’d found the tool, a small, precision sautering tool, it’s flame burning small but bright the instant Jeremy’s string had wiggled to click the power button. It was rather amazing to see how unafraid he was, making sure to float back a short distance, the tool lightly heating up Rodimus metal on his servo, beginning to seal the gash made by the other.  “He really looks up to you though, i wouldn’t be surprised if he fainted the moment you made contact with him. He thinks of you in that high of regards.” 

Rodimus listened to all of this as he watched the loon work with surprising skill and care. He couldn’t help but wonder if Ratchet had taught Jeremy anything, or if this was all self taught. He gave a small chuckle at the loon’s words, trying to keep his servo still.

“I don’t know most of the mechs on board. Never been one to uh…socialize. You should….tell Innoh I’m not someone to look up to.” His spoiler sagged a bit.

“I’m nothing special. But I would like to meet this Innoh sometime.”

What was that? Huh, the door opened, he wasn’t expecting anyone.

Well he’d better go see… Wait, is that? Tangerine?

“Yes! We gotta celebrate you guys coming back! Hmmm but whats the best way? Maybe at swerves? Or the commons room? Uhmmm.” He in full planning mode now, hand on his chin as he thinks.

“Magnus might actually wanna be there so we gotta keep it kind of orderly too. How many loons are back? ANd can you guys even eat anything or should we keep with like, music?”

Rodimus watched the balloon struggle for a moment before coming out of his daze enough to lift the kit and set it on the table. He sat down and opened it up, glancing up at the balloon. “Who is Innoh..?”

There, that as better, he had thought. he’d wished he could have been able to grab the thing, but at least Rodimus had been able to pull himself out of his daze long enough to grab it and open it up for him. The loon went right to work, grabbing swabs and gauze, his string working rather quickly at wiping up and sanitizing the small wound. Innoh’s name had been brought up, however, and the loon stopped for a brief moment, looking to him with a quick stare before it was back to work.  “Innoh? I’m surprised you don’t know him, he’s one of your crewmates, after all.”  He replied with a soft chuckle, dabbing at the energon that still spilled, string filing through tools.  “He’s one of the guards down in the belly of the ship, he works with a few buddies down there, making sure any unwanted travelers that find their way on the ship are kept in the cells down there. There’s not too many though, mostly just mechs that Magnus keeps tossing into the brig for disobeying a policy or two, they stay about a day or two. But he loves his job, makes him feel....Special, important. Okay now remember to relax, this might sting a bit, just don’t be moving your servo all willy-nilly.”  He’d found the tool, a small, precision sautering tool, it’s flame burning small but bright the instant Jeremy’s string had wiggled to click the power button. It was rather amazing to see how unafraid he was, making sure to float back a short distance, the tool lightly heating up Rodimus metal on his servo, beginning to seal the gash made by the other.  “He really looks up to you though, i wouldn’t be surprised if he fainted the moment you made contact with him. He thinks of you in that high of regards.” 

He’s never met this one before, but there is still a big warm smile plastered on his face.

Rodimus nodded slowly, letting the loon pull him up. “First aid kit….in the cabinet….”

“Oh…”

Rodimus appears to still be…rather out of it really. He’s still refusing to look directly at the balloon. And he doesn’t seem to really register the fact that his servo is dripping.

“I….think I’m gonna go lay down.”

badgeless-bumblebear‌:

roddy-prime‌:

Pulling on the fork did, in fact, hurt like hell. And Rodimus was quick to announce that, though the detached look on his face was….unsettling.

“I’m talking to a fucking balloon, and it’s talking back. I’m not gonna go around telling people that.”

Jeremy finally released the fork once it was out of his servo, wincing at the hiss of pain the other had made, a clear indication of the sting he’d gotten form it. Thank goodness that fork hadn’t been aimed at him.  “Then that’s good, that means i’ll be able to hopefully explain the situation better.”  He seemed to sigh, rubbing at the top of his blue head with his string.  “Okay, so….You know those little…Grey, humanoids that sometimes appear randomly and ask you all sorts of dumb questions that you usually shoo off from your office? Well, those things…Ah…may or may not have brought me to life as a joke against a friend of mine..”  his face grew flushed, the embarrassment arising in his cheeks.  “They call it a magic anon trick, they brought me into existence, and now Innoh and I just…Well, we live together–”  Wait, shit, he’d used Innoh’s name. Maybe….Maybe he’d get lucky, and this bot wouldn’t know him.  “But yes, i am real, I am sentient, and i’d be very grateful if you kept that fork at least a few feet from me, heh. Safety precautions, you know?” 

“….those grey creatures are fucking pains.” Rodimus mumbled, absentmindedly rubbing his injured servo.

“…..you live on a ship full of pointy metal robots. How the hell are you still alive?”

“Yeah, well, i can’t harp on them too much, they’re the ones that brought me to life.”  He let out a soft chuckle, string reaching out and feeling around his servo, surveying the damage. He’d been invested in it too, at least until Rodimus had spoken up about him somehow being alive. He looked to him, a small smirk etched on his features.  “I live...Very carefully. iIt can be rough, it’s a reason i sent the rest of my...”  The sudden brief flashback of the loon accident a few months back flickered and faded, Jeremy’s little smirk creasing into a frown, eyes drifting downwards, now staring back at Rodimus’ servo.  “..the rest of my little group, a few loons like me were sent to stay back on Cybertron with a friend, where it’s safe. Nowadays Innoh keeps me bundled up in his room and gives me puzzles to build to keep myself occupied, but...It tends to get lonely when he’s away. That’s...Kinda how i ended up here. I guess you could say i got a little stir crazy and needed out.I know, it’s risky, being around a bunch of sharp, metal creatures like yourself, but it’s honestly been..Quite a joy having met a few of you. I don’t get out too much, so those i’ve met have been literal blessings.”