All four otters on our first of four snow days. Tahoe has never seen snow before, he is the one in the back of the video not sure if he wants to step on it or not. Baxter, Ryer, and Shasta are the ones going crazy. We bring in the 2000lbs of snow bucket by bucket in the morning before we put them on exhibit.
Very important discovery; you can’t see the beanies but you can feel them.
FUZZY Join Irene, the modern day seer helping big corporations with their business predictions, and Fuzzy, the solid black demonic figure lurking in Irene’s working place at her temple. Bring yogurt with you!
Possums are wee holy men and I will not speak ill of them.
Possums eat ticks, which is great.
Also, they don’t play tricks on you. If you encounter one, you’ll be grimaced or played-dead at, but that’s all. They don’t come into your tent at night to mess with you.
And they’re very sweet to hold! Just don’t startle them, the claws are sharp and they’ll try to run up your arm with said claws.
Do you ever just think about how Minimus is so small they can put human clothes on him?
And those clothes are often too big?
Rumble and Frenzy can just straight-up wear sweaters. Like. They can pretend to be humans. “Hurr durr I’m a human!” Rumble says, tugging down a wide-brimmed straw hat. “I have a job and I eat leaves!” Frenzy laughs himself sick.
Agatha im crying I love this so much I need the bots in ill fitting sweaters so much I might draw it myself
Soundwave gets very concerned when winter rolls in and needs to make sure his small buddies don’t freeze. It’s not even the cold, really, Cybertronians can manage that- but the freezing condensation isn’t good for them and also there’s road salt everywhere and it causes rust so he just starts. Putting sweaters and legwarmers on them.
Ravage gets lil booties put on him and does that rlly awkward high-step walk.
….smol bots trying to navigate snow that’s almost as deep as them, having to be fished out before too much moisture gets into them and freezes.
Minimus in over-large sweaters, sulking but putting up with it because it’s better than being cold.
Soundwave making all his lil ones wear booties so they don’t cimb all over him with their freezing cold pedes. Rumble and Frenzy wearing obnoxiously colored pants.
Almul decides to see if oral sex works on them at all.
The answer is… yes? Maybe?
It depends on your definition of “sex”.
Quiet glade, soft, mossy ground, and privacy. Nice and calm,
private, no one around. Good mood for both of them, Alzu with a full stomach
but not stuffed, nothing particularly urgent to do. This was a good time for a
proposition, right?
Granted, it wasn’t the usual sort. Mostly because Almul
wasn’t the usual sort. In particular, they didn’t have genitalia, or anything
even remotely like it. But they did have a crotch, and their plating was
sensitive to touch, and people got up to very interesting things that didn’t
involve their genitals, so… why not? May as well try. It wasn’t like Alzu had
any complaints about putting his tongue in interesting places.
Crooning gently to get Alzu’s attention, Almul slid their
hands over and wound their fingers into his ruff, pulling gently until he moved
with them. Chattering a quiet noise of entreaty, they pulled his head down
until the tip of his muzzle was pushed gently against their crotch piece, then
clicked hopefully and watched.
“…uh.”
Alzu blinked a couple of times, honestly confused, and
rolled his eyes up to look at Almul. This was a very blatant gesture, but…
Almul didn’t really have anything down here to lick. “D’you, uh… y’know, this
usually needs people t’ have somethin’ down here. But, uh- you wanna try? Yeah?
Sure- why th’ hell not. A’ight- lemme grab somethin’ real quick, an’ then I
will happily, uh… lick ya out? Maybe? Wha’ever this turns out t’ be.”
He pulled back slightly, reaching over to pull his pack
closer, and took out a short coil of thick rope. Muttering “gotta give ya
somewhere ta put them claws”, he tied a quick knot in the rope, then slipped it
over his head and settled it around his neck. It wasn’t tight, but it made a
decent makeshift collar, and it would give Almul somewhere to get his claws
into. “Here- grab on.”
Once Almul’s claws were settled into place, Alzu lowered his
head again and nuzzled firmly into their crotch, inhaling deeply before
flicking his tongue over the plating. Almul smelled like gently heated metal,
strange flame, and a hint of something like life-magic, about what one would
expect. Besides that, they smelled excited- not aroused, just intrigued.
Somehow, “intrigued” had a smell.
Almul clicked softly at the lick,
claws tightening around the collar, then slowly relaxed their entire frame and
let the sensation of settling plating sink into the point up against Alzu’s
snout. They knew from experience that this was the best way to get a piece of
plating off, to just relax until it could be nudged aside, and-
Oh.
The edges of their plates were
more sensitive, and Almul was reminded of that as Alzu’s tongue traced around
the edge of their loosening codpiece, earning a small shiver from them. And
then a much stronger shiver as Alzu nudged their codpiece up and pushed his
muzzle through the gap it left.
Grinning at a shuddering warble
from Almul, Alzu paused with just the very tip of his muzzle through the gap,
hands coming up to pet at smooth thighs. “A’ight… tha’s somethin’. You jus’
lemme know if ya wanta stop, yeah? But, other’n that- you want more, you pull
me in. M’kay?”
He waited a moment for
acknowledgement, then rumbled softly and began to lick gently, right around the
edges of the plating that usually met Almul’s codpiece. Now and then, he
stopped that motion in favor of rubbing with the side of his muzzle, letting
the fur stroke along the edges to see what it did.
Now, Almul might not have had the
equipment to express traditional arousal, but this had to be something similar. Alzu knew what budding arousal
felt like from between someone’s legs, and this seemed about right- quiet,
shaky little sounds, hands tightening on his collar, legs clamping lightly
around his head. He had to push Almul’s thighs apart to keep his muzzle from
being trapped, but it worked, and he was starting to get more sounds- so he
took a bit of a risk.
Oh, this felt nice. It wasn’t as strong as sexual
pleasure seemed to be for most people, but it was good, and Almul rocked their
hips lightly against Alzu in an attempt to get more. They’d seen that motion
before in this context, but had never been the one using it, and they rather
liked it. Chuffing a pleased noise, Almul rocked again, just a bit harder, and
then squealed when-
It took them a moment to parse
the sensation, but Alzu had pushed his muzzle deeper, spread their thighs
further apart, and licked at the inside of their lower back. It sent tingling
fire up where Almul’s spine should have been, and they skreeled a soft,
pleasured noise before tugging harder on the collar, leaning up enough to look
down at Alzu and see what he was doing.
Alzu crooned softly in return,
aware that his ears were lowering and his tail-wagging was settling into a
familiar up-and-down pattern, and didn’t bother trying to nudge the submissive
impulses away. He didn’t want to sink into full subspace at the moment, nor did
he think Almul would know how to do that, but this soft fuzz of relaxed
submission was perfect for the situation. Just relax, let Almul take control,
and explore… whatever the hell this was. Because this was not a massage, but he really had no clue what to call it.
Ah well. It was fun, whatever it
was, and Alzu pushed his muzzle just a fraction deeper before pulling back a
bit. Rocking his head back and forth slightly, he eased the plating against the
sides of his muzzle a bit further apart, widening the gap where Almul’s crotch
plating had been, then lowered his head an inch or so to keep licking. Almul
squirmed nicely when he did this, so- whatever he was doing, whatever it felt
like, it was apparently very nice. “Nnh, yeah- lemme.” Alzu muttered, wriggling
until Almul’s legs were draped over his shoulders, and slo-o-owly began to push
his snout deeper. Maybe the further stretch would be good? Because it was a stretch, plating spreading further
apart but trying to clamp back around him, and Almul made a quiet sound of
pleasure with every squeeze. That, and those claws pulled on the collar and on
his ruff every now and then, coaxing him closer. So he obeyed, and he moved closer, feeling Almul’s heels kick lightly
against his back at the quick change.
This probably wasn’t what most people
felt with Alzu’s snout pressed up between their legs, it didn’t seem to be as
strong, but it was very nice and they
wanted more. Warbling, Almul rocked their hips in several quick motions,
pressing Alzu’s snout deeper into them, and groaned as that soft tongue swiped along the inside of their back. Alzu could reach
more spots as he continued to press further, and there was a stretch that was starting to move up
into Almul’s stomach as Alzu pushed deeper, deeper-
Almul warbled a quiet noise of
shock as they realized that Alzu had just about his entire head inside them,
then they went limp again, aside from the clamping of their legs and plating
around Alzu’s frame. And maybe that should have been disturbing, but, oh- this
was Alzu, and he was trying to make them feel good, and he was succeeding-
Skreeling in pleasure, Almul rolled
their hips up against Alzu, one hand leaving the collar in order to grip at the
ground under them.
Somehow, despite the sheer
strangeness of what they were doing, this whole situation had gotten rather
erotic. Yes, Alzu had now stuffed his entire head and some of his neck up
inside Almul’s frame, and yes it was weird, but Almul sounded happy. And the motions, well- that felt like what he was
used to, absolutely. Granted, he’d never gotten more than just his muzzle-tip
inside someone before, but that rolling motion and the rhythmic squeezing were
more than familiar. So he went with it- licked whatever he could reach,
occasionally paused to breathe hot air against the damp spots, and stroked his
hands along whatever plating he could easily reach without pulling his head out
to get a proper look.
Almul was definitely still
coherent, more so than people generally seemed to be during sex, and they were
still able to let their mind wander over the situation. Nothing seemed to be
building up, their pleasure had plateaued, and that didn’t seem to be about to
change. But that was okay- this still felt very nice, and they would be happy
to just continue for awhile. Not too long, it was tiring, but oh-
Eventually, exhaustion won, and
Almul kreeked gently as they pushed Alzu away. They were tired, and starting to
feel more sensitive, and they were just about done with this, so- time to stop,
yes? Yes.
Groaning softly at the sensation
of Alzu slowly retreating, of their plating starting to settle back into place,
Almul rocked their hips a few times more before settling down against the
ground again. Crooning quietly, they held Alzu’s ruff in their hands for a few
seconds, then let go and relaxed to look up at Alzu.
“Oh, lookit you.” Alzumuttered,
quickly rubbing both hands over his face to settle all his fur down, and sat
back to look down at Almul. Worked up, disheveled, the ground around them
scraped up where they’d braced themself with both hands- a lovely picture. And
sexy, even without any actual sex involved. “Ahh, pretty… lemme clean ya up.”
There wasn’t really anything to
clean up, truthfully, but Alzu had to help Almul settle somehow. So he did-
leaned down and rubbed at Almul’s sides, then a bit further up, leaning down to
nuzzle and nibble gently at their gradually settling plating. More firm
petting, stroking, massaging plating down into place, gradually working his way
up to settle against Almul.
Once Almul looked at least mostly
re-settled, Alzu flopped down next to them, curling gently against their frame.
“Yeah, okay- that wasn’ really sex, bu’ it was damn close. You got all
sensitive, huh? A’ight- settle.”
The pleasure faded gradually, and
Almul crooned the entire time, arching gently against Alzu and reaching up to
rub behind his ears. Happy enough to let the pleasant buzz linger without
anything that might interrupt it, they slowly pulled the rope collar off, then
stretched long and slow before curling up against Alzu. Oh, good, soft- lovely.
They’d have to do this again. Not
soon, it was tiring and all they really wanted right now was to nap, but it
felt good. Maybe they could try to work with other sex things that people did?
Yes. Definitely. Alzu knew about
a lot of sex things, he probably knew
just about all the things to try.
1: What’s the maximum amount of time your characters can sit still with nothing to do?
None.
They do not stop doing things. Even if they manage to hold still, they’re chatting over their bond, throwing ideas back and forth or commenting on their surroundings. In addition, unless forced, they will not stay still for more than a second or two. Fidgeting, at the very least, usually with at least 2 servos each. They get very anxious if not allowed to do things or at least stim.
2: How easy is it for your characters to laugh?
They’re fairly cheerful and tend to be easy to amuse, though their sense of humor can be a bit odd. Actually getting them to laugh is a bit harder, their amusement is generally expressed via body language and over their bond at each other, and it tends to be non-sinister cackling more than anything else.
3: How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)
Touch, softness, and warmth, if it’s intentional.
Truthfully, they tend to work on projects until they’re exhausted and then just curl up together to nap, partly out of forcibly developed habit and partly because they’re the sort of energetic people who do that.
If they’re intentionally trying to sleep, they snuggle up together under a bunch of blankets, pet each other, and chime quietly- both out loud and over the bond. That sort of relaxation usually ends up happening after they’ve spark-merged, so they’re usually both tired and happy and drowsy anyway.
7: What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?
They have a few particularly epic projects that they remember when exposed to the right combinations of scents, and that’s nice enough, but most of their ‘nostalgia’ is borderline flashbacks. The scent of blowtorch against painted metal will do it for the both of them, and there are a few combinations of chemicals that they can’t be around without wanting to vacate the premises immediately and hug each other very tightly once outside. So no, not enjoyable.
11:
How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?
Depends on who they’re around and if they feel like they really need to seem competent.
All situations invariably involve them going “???” at each other over the bond and chucking the problem back and forth like two people solving a Rubix cube at once, but they can do a decent job of just looking mildly considerate instead of confused if they need to.
If they’re safe, they aim a very confused expression at each other and chatter quiet little sounds back and forth while they think about it, plus lots of gesturing and borderline charades with each other.
They also tend to immediately seek any clarification that is to be had by grabbing the source material, poking the situation, and licking anything that may be relevant.
That doesn’t mean they’re above just outright asking someone “excuse, yes, please rephrase” if they think the person isn’t about to laugh, though, they aren’t proud. They just tend to prefer going after the information themselves.
20: If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?
Oh, they suck at describing feelings. A lot of elaborate gesturing and chirping and back-and-forth feelings at each other, then just a really elaborate shrug (four arms apiece makes for interesting shrugs) and one of them muttering “one of them usually has more sex”.
They haven’t had much of a chance at experiencing- well, any of those, really. Familial love, technically, but that’s a bit different for split-spark twins. It’s kind of hard to not love someone who is literally the other half of your soul. As for the other two, situations have not permitted long-term relationships.
I currently have a RP going where they’ve just met someone who they absolutely adore, and they could have a go at describing the differences between the feelings, but it would mostly just be chittering and maybe a few descriptive words that apply to tastes and textures. They’ve never had to communicate their own emotions to someone who isn’t one of them, they have no idea how to even start.
31: Who are they the most glad to have met?
They’re fond of Blackspark and intrigued by Gravescratch, but so far the only being they’ve really latched onto is the aforementioned person in the aforementioned RP. They’ve been wandering around and holing up with each other far too much to meet many people, and they haven’t shared with me yet if there was anyone in the past.
35: How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive?
Heck yes. Excitement is very contagious with them, and they love hearing about things that other people like. They have a good shot at understanding it, and, if not, that’s okay! They’re still excited! They like it when people are excited!
Please, infodump at them about the thing. They might end up segueing to something else that’s one of their own interests, but it’s not on purpose, it’s just because the excitement rubs off and then they start thinking about cool things and then! they’re all excited! and they have to infodump about the thing now!
And they’ll happily listen to more about your thing again as soon as they can finish, they just want to maybe trade off infodumping for a bit!
Yo! Betta! I made something. It’s a RatchOptiSound cuddlepuddle with extra floofy dogs. Optimus is a happy old man and dearly loves his QPPs. Soundwave is wearing Optimus’s Bomber Jacket with all sorts of patches on it and Ratchet’s shirt. Laserbeak is probably poking her head in through the ceiling and debating whether to snap blackmail photos or come down and join them or both. Ratchet is completely dead to the world.
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