#copterbotblades

Hesitantly he continues down to the lower decks. "Tide, you in here? Chase told me to bring you this... paperwork, something about the new fishing laws in Griffin Rock...."

             High Tide’s servos slightly trembled as he walked towards Blades, clenching them hard as if he was fighting against this weird spell. He was well aware of how intimidating he was to the copter. He didn’t want to scare him further...

             “Thanks, Mosquito.” He reached to grab at those datapads, but one of his servos deviated to... Carefully hold Blades’ faceplate, a thumb and index just gently holding by the cheeks and green optics looked at yellows for a few silent seconds.

👀 Do the mun and you get along? Usually. She ‘squirrels’ a lot, but when she actually sits down and focuses, it’s a lot of fun.

👋 Do you and the mun agree on something? That we need to reach out to our mutuals more, but she’s so timid!!!

Well... they tried. Though it does crack Sierra up that these two somehow made the exact same guesses for her last name, her dad's job, and where she lives.

...no reports regarding the whereabouts or condition of our fire response rescue bot...

Fear twisted his spark, immediately wide awake. Commlink. .:Heatwave! Are you okay?! Heatwave, please come in--:.

Fighting panic, he ran to the lift and repeatedly pushed the button until the doors opened. As they were closing, he saw Dani waking up, bleary-eyed-- too late, he's going alone.

Fireworks be damned, he's flying straight to the emergency site at full speed.

Heatwave groaned as static popped against his audio sensors. Someone must be trying to contact him.

It was reassuring, but at the same time….

@copterbotblades

Heatwave grumbled irritably and stomped over to turn the stereo down a few notches. By now, Blurr was playing with fire, because it wasn’t just Heatwave who was bothered by the audio shattering volume that the racer seemed to think was acceptable for a Christmas party.

He was debating either taping the knob down, or making Blurr wear a giant sandwich board that said ‘I am not allowed to touch the stereo’, when he saw Blades beckoning to him. Huffing, and glancing around to make sure someone had nabbed the purple menace, Heatwave made his way around the edge of the room to the copter’s side.

“Hey, what’s up?… Are you okay?”

A blue blush tinged Blades’s cheekplates and Heatwave was concerned… until the copter pointed above their helms, gave him a quick smooch on the cheek, and disappeared into the milling crowd.

“Blades wait! I…” The fire bot touched his cheek where the kiss had landed and vented softly.

Okay. So. The thing is, pretty much all my RP blogs, past and present, are using characters from fan fiction I have or plan to write. And buddy, I write a lot of fic.

Including one project, several years ago, that featured a TFP Shattered Glass AU, wherein Shockwave's attempt to clone additional predacons got interrupted, and the Decepticons ended up with a handful of baby preds to look after, rather than fully grown and formidable reinforcements.

That version of Predaking delighted in being a big brother to his tiny gremlin siblings.