sweetsouthernspecial:

magmaman:

Magma puttered around the lobby of the hotel is his faded monastery robes. The Sunday morning light shone through some of the exterior windows, and the cats, followed him as he walked through the light beams on the floors. Well, to be fair Daffodil followed him, Suzie just attempted to slowly waddle in their general direction, before falling, and lounging in a sun beam. One of the hotel dogs ambled by and, upon seeing the whale of a cat, decided he didn’t want to risk whatever caused her condition, and continued on.

“Meowwwwww” whined Daffodil, causing Magma to turn his head as he paced, to answer the cat. “I told you, we are not going to the park to meditate and eat cheeseburgers. I am visiting my brother today.” Magma calmly repeated to the cat.

“Meorrrreeewwwwwww!” The cat huffed.

“I am seeing my brother today. You can achieve your own cheeseburger, and even inner peace if you are interested. I have preached both these values to you before my furry friend.” He scolded softly.

Without saying another ‘word’ The cat glared at his keepers feet, and promptly turned and stalked off, gracefully walking around the now beached fatter feline. Magma continued to pace excitedly in the meantime.

Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy was Fire excited about today. Sunday was here and all he could think about was the race. He had missed most of the Nascar races this season due to working one job or another. This resulted in him having to, gasp, watch reruns on the television, but not today! Today, he was hauling Magma to see one of the races. It was the best way to bond… a nice cold E-Tank and a race meant nothing could go wrong! At least not with Magma.

Fire hadn’t been able to settle down the night before as he lounged back in his car seat just thinking about the race. His energy only burned on into the early hours of the morning because of this. Already he could feel the ground trembling beneath his feet as cars zoomed, the deafening sound of their engines following after the mechanical beast that plowed by seconds before, and the roar of the crowd when a wreck happened. If Fire could get stars in his eyes, then they would be there at that moment while he got caught up in his imagination.

When the sun broke over the horizon, Fire was already driving to the hotel, the whine of country filtering out opened windows like it wasn’t 6am. He was polite enough to turn down his music as he pulled into the hotel’s parking lot, but that didn’t stop him from whistling as he slipped out of the big black truck and mozyed on over to the hotel’s entrance.

He was right on time, and in his excitement he pushed the door open with enthusiasm and forgot to catch hold of the knob before it smacked into the nearby wall. Oops. He flinched visibly, his body drawing inward as he sucked his bottom lip in and quickly glanced around to see if anyone saw that.

“Sorry.” He whispered to the door as if it could feel, and after hesitantly patting it with his hand he stepped inside and straightened to his full height.

Magma turned at the sudden entrance and energy change in the room, laughing as the grand door slammed at full speed into the wall. He walked forward and opened his arms wide to receive his brother. “HELLO FIRE. You old so and so! My memories are a little rusty but I recall you being able to use a door!” He chided merrily.

hyprbomb:

dln-066:

hyprbomb:

sweetsouthernspecial:

rolling-cutter:

elecman:

Come on, Elec, lighten up! You’re way too static. Dad didn’t program you specifically to be a big stick in the mud!

Ah don’t think he’s capable of ‘lightening’ up… but he’s good at sparkin’ my interest!

Now what’s this ‘bout a gal’s clothin’ magazine?

Wow, I

No

No.

Bye

Brothers… I may have my circuits in tact, but this makes me wonder if perhaps something is wrong with me. Someone explain please?

Magma puttered around the lobby of the hotel is his faded monastery robes. The Sunday morning light shone through some of the exterior windows, and the cats, followed him as he walked through the light beams on the floors. Well, to be fair Daffodil followed him, Suzie just attempted to slowly waddle in their general direction, before falling, and lounging in a sun beam. One of the hotel dogs ambled by and, upon seeing the whale of a cat, decided he didn’t want to risk whatever caused her condition, and continued on.

“Meowwwwww” whined Daffodil, causing Magma to turn his head as he paced, to answer the cat. “I told you, we are not going to the park to meditate and eat cheeseburgers. I am visiting my brother today.” Magma calmly repeated to the cat.

“Meorrrreeewwwwwww!” The cat huffed.

“I am seeing my brother today. You can achieve your own cheeseburger, and even inner peace if you are interested. I have preached both these values to you before my furry friend.” He scolded softly.

Without saying another ‘word’ The cat glared at his keepers feet, and promptly turned and stalked off, gracefully walking around the now beached fatter feline. Magma continued to pace excitedly in the meantime.

Inner peace?

oilmansgarage:

dln-066:

They

were taking

AGES.

Tornado tended to wait for most of the other Light bots to leave the kitchen before he went in to get something for himself. Normally if it had just been Plug and Cut, hell, even Magma, he would have sauntered right in there like he was the king of the Lab. But with Oil and That Man in there, there was no way he was going in. There was no way.

Okay, maybe there was a way. Tornado, even after beating himself silly over it, still hadn’t visited Magma since after he’d gotten repaired the other night. And it was driving him nuts. Like, legitimately, if he could, he’d probably be puking right now. But there was nothing to puke, and no reason to, other than the awfully, oddly real sinking feeling in his gut.

He didn’t trust Light. He didn’t trust Oil, not yet. He was terrified of walking in there and finding a completely different Magma, one that had been ‘fixed’, tampered with— God.

Tornado wouldn’t be able to handle it.

But he needed to know that Mags was okay.

He’d been waiting outside the kitchen for what felt like eons. No one had ventured in or out since he’d gotten there, and it wasn’t like anyone would have noticed him anyway, seeing as he was hovering just above it and no one ever looked up. But the suspense was killing him. Tornado lowers himself to the ground quietly and takes a meaningless deep breath of air, but he doesn’t even have it in him to make a spectacle. The breath sags out of him as he slouches over and shoves his hands in his pockets, making a beeline for Magma.

“Hey, Mags,” he greets, gently, carefully. “How you doin’, man?”

Oil greased up the skillet, preparing the hot surface for the sweet batter, “Hey Hey Tornado, I see that you’re up and at them, would you like to pitch in for breakfast?” he offered with a smile to his aerial inclined brother.

Tornado always seemed distant to Oil, and the mechanically interested light bot wished to change that. They were family and family should stick together.

Magma was taking in the visiting and noticed his father dozing off mid meal. A sense of worry based on Doctor Light’s energy troubled Magma’s processors, as he noticed Nado swagger in. He turned to his awfully nervous brother and took in the now obvious instability. “Nado, I have literally never felt better!” He replied honestly and reached out an open hand to his brother. “Oil is making some amazing pancakes, and I think you should join us.” He tilted his head and winked overly obviously and slowly.

ice—man:

magmaman:

Magma released the slightly smaller bot and chuckled “Yes! So much fun! Thats part of why I came to see you Ice. Because we’ve never really had the chance to go have fun before!” He looked up at the seal toy “That is a very handsome seal you have there.”

Well Magma did have a point, Ice could not even recall the last time they even saw one another in person.
Ice proudly took hold of his seal plush and placed him under his arm. “Eeyup! This here is Mr.Sealy, best soldier there ever was! I got him for Christmas last year and I dunno who even sent him but I love ‘im!” He then grabbed Mr.Sealy in his hands and lifted the toy up at Magma for him to hold. “Then that just makes today the perfect day for fun, just like any other day-!”

Magma bent his knees to stand at eye level with the seal and greeted “Well hello Mr Sealy. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintence!” And with that, he held out a set of the snow shoes to Ice “Shall we?”

oilmansgarage:

galaxylabs:

rolling-cutter:

magmaman:

Question? Will there be cheeseburgers?

I usually make popcorn, but maybe we’ll have BBQ instead! After all, it IS almost summer time.

If you’re doing this in my house that’s going to be rather difficult. There’s considerable distance between the couch and the front yard.

If I might cut in, I’m down for offering up my place. I’ve got a big lot in the back, and it’s a pretty central location. 

Oh good! Would Spring be joining us as well then?

rolling-cutter:

galaxylabs:

dln-066:

magmaman:

rolling-cutter:

Dude, we should watch Jackie Chan films together sometime!

Mr Chan was a great martial artist in his time. This sounds like a great time!

what

what

HEY

WHY AIN’T I IN ON THIS BRO-A-THON

…

 Well… I do have the Black Belt Network…

Then it’s settled!

Nado, you’re ALWAYS invited to my bro-a-thons! Come join us!

Question? Will there be cheeseburgers?

rolling-cutter:

galaxylabs:

rolling-cutter:

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Yeah, just like that! I didn’t know you watched Rush Hour! 2’s my favorite!

Well I do have cable and a broad attention span.

Dude, we should watch Jackie Chan films together sometime!

Mr Chan was a great martial artist in his time. This sounds like a great time!

sonicoscillation:

magmaman:

Magma slid the green bowl into the shelf “I think if you are not sure, the blue bowl would be a better choice. It is a better price value and more stylish in my opinion. Would you like the whole set of 4?” He emphatically scooped up another three and stacked them as he slid past the fellow “And as for produce, I will highly recommend the guava. Do you like guava? It’s in season.”

Sonic didn’t know what to say…he had come in for one bowl and a few pieces of fruit and this bots…enthusiasm and generosity of spirit…well it left him dumbstruck. He had also never tried guava before, he wondered what it tasted like…to a robot who’s main flavour was coffee he feared that most fruit might be very sweet. The blue bowl was clearly very nice though…so maybe he could deal with having four…

Following sheepishly after Magma he finally managed to force out a small “Gu-uh?”

Magma stopped and looked at the little bot a bit closer, he tilted his head and attempted to more carefully take in the nervous energy the fellow emanated from his earcaps to his toes. “Guava, yes. Do you have a speech processor problem my friend? I had a big problem with that. My dad patched it up for me a few months ago.” Magma diplomatically knocked on his head to demonstrate.