#lowflyinghelicopter

They weren’t expecting any reinforcement, did they? That’s what Optimus was wondering to himself as he spotted a helicopter in the distance, a helicopter with an Autobot signal. He certainly had not heard about any new Autobots arriving to Detroit. Perhaps they had crashed here just like he did with his crew?

He reached for his comm link, hoping that the stranger would have theirs open.

@lowflyinghelicopter

*Blades jumped, servo instinctively covering one of the dents in his arm. He’d stumbled upon his previous partner before the war and made an error in judgement, ending up back with them relationship wise, but unlike before, he was unsure of how to get out. So he did his best to hide it. Until now.* Oh, h-hi. Long time no see.

That was strange. Did he do something to make Blades so jumpy? And that wasn’t anything like their usual greetings. Most of the time, they at least hugged or fist bumped.

What I like about you, you- GAVE ME AN ASK (Not Accepting)

“Welcome, young squires, to mine own TED talk of the many qualities that I find thanks to my keen optics and close contact truly grand towards from two  mecha.

Example B: Petite angel~! Don’t let such small size fool thee, his intense stare be his most powerful weapon. Once he gave I the look and I swore my spark quivered with fear. Despite so, his innocence shines through such horror he brings by many chassis to chassis contact and helm pats~

Lastly, a perfect mate for my brother (@bumblebeeper​). Nothing more.

Hark! It be example P: The hoarder of my spark. Now, listen closely to this, and write it down so all may know that- 

On New Years Eve, rather than sharing a kiss, our muses have to fight at the stroke of midnight. Send me “3, 2, 1″ for my muse’s first attack.

Ambulon didn’t know that Blades fought, honestly. 

But he grinned, willing for the chance to goof off and burn off some steam. He wasn’t much of the partying sort- and he didn’t drink all too often. 

But this? This was fun. 

He reached out to push Blades. 

Arranged Marriage Starters

“No you- you don’t have to do that. That’s rude,” Ambulon sighed. He didn’t like this very much, but he wasn’t going to be rude. 

“I have a guest bedroom. It’ll be comfier for you there than the couch.”