You know what, I suck at reading instructions! I'm so sorry again!!! I am so sorry I'm not reading you rules correctly. Once more I asked for the whole "hot mess" of a thing. And I'm sorry. So, can I just request MTME Cyclonus, Drift, Pharma, and IDW Starscream with human s/o doing whatever you chose? Please and thank you. And I'm so sorry for screwing up the request twice :(
Oh no sweetie it’s okay! Don’t feel bad, it happens ^.^ lol I may have went a bit overboard with this…
Gardening with s/o
- The air is rich with fragrance as you lead Drift through the
grove of blooms. Spring is the time of new beginnings, you explain, plucking an
azalea and handing it back to him. He smiles softly. His nimble digits weave
the flower into the wreath he’s making, and he tugs it to a finish and places
it on your head. “You are my new beginning”
- It’s not Drift’s fault you fell. It’ yours; you’d reached
too far for that, shiny, juicy, perfect first fruit, lost your balance, and
went tumbling down from his servo and into the bushes below. Drift had been
horrified by your screams as the thorns dug into your skin. It’s not his fault,
you assure him frantically, totally not his fault- but that doesn’t stop him
from blaming himself. He winces as he lays the last Band-Aid over a scrape,
kissing it tenderly with his holo-avatar’s lips. You suppose you won’t be
making jam today; Drift won’t let you out of bed for a long while. Instead,
maybe he’ll be up for telling you a story or two.
- “Who planted so much squash?” you ask, eyeing your overrun
garden. You’d learned early on to be frugal with squash seeds; they grow like
nobody’s business and there’s no way to
not be sick of it by the end of summer. Cyclonus makes a troubled noise. He
looks flustered, and not in the cute way like when you kiss him. He looks like,
maybe, he made an error. A laugh bubbles from your lips. How can you be
mad? Rookie mistake, you tease him, and
before he can apologize you wave him off. You’ll just make bread, you tell him.
He smiles gratefully and starts to harvest the squash.
- Today is unbearably hot, so you have to water yourselves as
well as the garden. Cyclonus moves slower than usual, his cooling fans blast unbearably
loud. You hook the hose up. When the water hits his plating it sizzles, curling
little wisps of steam, and he relaxes against a tree. Now that he’s cool you
can sit in his lap and let the sprinkler drench both of you. He runs a claw
through your hair, working out the knots, and you doze as the summer sun hangs
high above you.
- “Thank…you?” you say when Pharma gives you a handful of
pumpkin guts. He doesn’t reply; you don’t think he heard you over the buzz of
his chainsaw. Even in his mass-displaced form he had to get the biggest pumpkin
to be able to work properly with it. He flicks the juice off of his chainsaw
and turns the pumpkin, smiling proudly. It’s not… the prettiest jack-o-lantern,
but it’s definitely the scariest. Pharma says he’s ready to set it on fire and
scare the neighborhood kids.
- Pharma is all business in the morning, which is good because
you’re not all anything in the
morning. He lets you ride in the wagon on the way to the garden and even does
most of the harvesting for you. Surprisingly, he doesn’t talk. He’s razor-sharp
focused as he cuts gourds free and pulls up carrots. As you trot next to him on
the way back you notice how tired he looks. He grumbles that he could really
use his morning energon right about now.
IDW Starscream (Winter)
- Your breath puffs a small cloud. You assess the tree. There
are some dead branches that will have to go, you explain to Starscream, for the
tree to be able to grow. He’s not listening; he’s rubbing his arms and whining
about the cold. With a small laugh you take out your pruning saw- only for it
to be snatched away. Starscream huffs- let him
do it, you humans are so fragile, and of
course you’ll end up hurting yourself. Besides, a little work might warm
- There’s ice on the tips of Starscream’s wings. There’s ice caked on the tips of Starscream’s wings.
You know he’s in pain because he’s not complaining; his face is pinched and he
tries to keep in his whimpers. He tries to act like it doesn’t bother him. You
sit him in front of the fire place and gently- ever so gently- brush the slush
away with a towel. Gradually his shaking slows, his whimpers quiet into small
groans, and his frame finally relaxes. He flutters his wings with slow, careful
movements, then offers you a smile and a place on his lap. When he falls into
recharge, curled softly around you, you know the pain is gone.