((Thank you very muchly! ^_^))

{{ Oil cakes. }}

{{ In my universe ‘Lord’ and ‘Emperor’ have always been the headings used for someone of considerably high rank in the Decepticon faction, especially when it comes to leadership. ‘Commander’, ‘Officer’, ‘General’, ‘Chief Medic’, etc, generally follow underneath, each with their respective authoritative weight. }}{{ ‘King’ and ‘Queen’ have been used before though I believe, but that was way back when Old Cybertron was still functioning. From what I understand those titles were more commonly used in the large bustling cities that had a clear set hierarchical system in their society. However after they fell during the war those titles became even less commonly used, eventually fading into obscurity. }}{{ ‘Prince’ is one of those labels from that time. Like it was back then, today it’s a rank someone usually gets by being directly ‘associated’ to a ruling figure. When the titles of ‘King’ and ‘Queen’ became less used and ‘Lord’ and ‘Commander’ became their “replacements”, ‘Prince’ just continued being the term used for those related to them. }}

Hidden away in the prince’s subspace is a plush made from the hollowed remains of a large scraplet. The plush was given to him by the Lord Protector himself as a gift for receiving his first frame upgrade. Ark considers the disheveled looking toy his most prized possession and refuses to let anyone other then himself manhandle it. He will often pull it out and pet it’s helm during times of stress and refuses to recharge unless it’s safely tucked away in his subspace or held in his servos. x. Meme Referral .x

-When she's either excited or not sure of what to say, she rocks back and forth on her heels.

Neotera was silent when she heard the information, unsure of what to do or what to say. “I… Shutter…” She almost whispered, her optics wide and her voice quivering. “…If… do I have to… go…?”

The blue femme couldn’t help but laugh, although she felt guilty when she realised who it was. “Sorry Shutter!” She called down to her friend, who was now trying to scrape off the offending paint.

Neotera jumped a little and tried to open the door, although ice started to spread on its surface as it opened. “Um…” She started when she saw Shutter on the other side. “I’m… n-not sure if it’ll work…”