babies are so cute and dumb aww they have only like 3 skills its adorable 

talking, breathing, archery (lv26)





lost light crew going on halloween antics (taking candy from minibots, skimpy costumes, someone is scared and needs comfort)


"Rodimus, please explain this."

The duly appointed enforcer was answered with a chuckle and a roll of the optics. “Just a little multicultural fun, Magnus. Come on, embrace it! I’m sure someone would look great in a police costume…” the captain teased, waving a packaged costume that seemed to contain far too little clothing for a law enforcer’s uniform.

Ultra Magnus inhaled through his nostrils, withholding a comment on how much he recalled Rodimus hating humans. “I’ll pass. Just make sure nobody gets hurt.”

Rodimus laughed. “Why would anyone get hurt?”

A few floors down, Tailgate screamed.

"Tailgate, relax!" Rewind sighed and paused the film for a second time, earning a groan from everyone else in the room. "It’s just a movie.”

"Yeah, but—" he stammered. "—Aw jeez, you didn’t have to stop it for me again… I just… it’s really scary."

The archivist resisted rolling his optics from behind his visor, “Yeah, but every time you shout like that I feel like my spark is going to seize up and give out on me. Besides,” he continued, projecting a digital copy of the flyer he had hung up around the ship a week earlier over the stilled movie. “It’s a horror movie. It says right here on the poster: ‘Not for the faint of spark!’”

"Yeah, I know," Tailgate murmured. "Guess I just thought I could handle it."

Another exasperated sound came from Rewind, but he shook his head, casting light over the back of the audience’s heads. “Alright, just try handling it a little better, ok? I’m gonna resume in 5… 4… 3… 2…..”

"Trick or treat! Open up!!"

Ratchet groaned from behind his datapad.

This was the fourth time he had gotten interrupted that night, and each time his patience wore thinner. He had no intention of getting up— nope, not getting out of this chair— until he peered over the pad and saw First Aid and Ambulon of all people through the medbay’s window, banging and grinning and waving for the CMO’s attention. With a tired sigh he creaked out of his chair, tossing the text aside because clearly he wasn’t going to get any reading done tonight.

"What are you two doing dressed like that?" he questioned after opening the door, raising a brow.

"It’s Halloween, Ratchet!” First Aid answered matter-of-factly, blue visor beaming behind… were those Springer's colors? Ratchet let out an amused snort.

"Am I supposed to know— or care about what that means?”

"Aw, c’mon," Ambulon laughed. "You spent time on Earth, didn’t you? It’s a holiday there. All the sparklings dress up and ask for candy from strangers. It’s a blast."

Ratchet shook his head, raising his hands to make a pair of air quotes. “However much of ‘a blast’ it is, this ‘stranger’ has no goodies for you ‘sparklings.’”

The duo held back another giggle before First Aid piped up, “Sure you do! Don’t give me that look— come on. Fourth drawer on the left. It’s where you keep the energon lollies.”

Another groan sounded from Ratchet, but he trudged over to the shelf in question. “If it’ll get you to leave me alone—” The nurse and ex-ward manager beamed each other. “Here. Two for each of you.”

As they shuffled away with their treasure Ratchet paused, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"And tell everyone else the medbay is closed!”

"Aw, c’mon, that’s not fair, Whirl!"

The helicopter only cackled, holding the bag of treats higher while Swerve hopped pitifully, trying to reach the candy that was rightfully his.

"Can you even eat that stuff?” he groaned, trying a final stretch before relaxing down on his pedes, huffing and crossing his servos.

"Dunno. Does it matter?" the ex-Wrecker snorted, tossing the sack haphazardly from one pair of claws to the other. "You look pretty funny jumping around."

"Yeah it matters, because that’s my candy!” Swerve groaned. “And you’re not even wearing a costume.”

"Sure I am."

"Uh," the bartender squinted, looking over Whirl’s bare frame. "No, you’re not.”

"Well, sure," Whirl shrugged. "I’m not, but my holoform is!”

Swerve shook his helm, exasperated.

"Just gimme my candy back."

"What’s the magic word?"






the ol’ razzle dazzle




the ol’ razzle dazzle






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It’s legit

soos is LITERALLY TOTORO confirmed


soos is LITERALLY TOTORO confirmed