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Guys theres another one,,

POSED LIKE THREE GIRLS SHARING GOSSIP

Heathers er smthn idk

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megatron and other such things

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Okay but Noah not aging after the events of Rise of the beasts.

He still looks 24 and begins to worry something is wrong when he finally notices at the age 35 he still feels and looks the same.

He knows their people don’t age quick and look great for a long time but he still should feel something.

He has Ratchet and Arcee scan him and it reveals he’s slowly becoming an organic cybertronian.

They’ve had a few but none were human.

Hems the first to exist with the phenomenon occurring naturally.

There has been a case of an organic transferring their mind into an organic like cyber body, the conjunx of an earlier autobot had this procedure done and it was successful to a few others with short lifespans.

Noah..Noah has a moment - a month - of staring off into space unable to process outliving his baby brother.

Having merged with Mirage in the exo-suite, his Dna became a mix of Cna, making him transition to a cyberbeing.

Multiple copious amounts of transfluids through interfacing and close contact spark exposure led to his body changing even faster and helped shroud his own heart and function more and more as a spark. His heart still beats but it gives off an em field just like his brain.

His heart and brain are now connected making him more vulnerable since the strands connecting the two organs are interwoven both in and around his spine along with a thick placenta like cord on its own.

Mirage is sooo ecstatic he won’t have to entertain the idea of living without Noah.

He’s happy he won’t also have to accelerate his aging process to match Noahs so they can offline together.

Mirage does feel bad that his mate will have to experience outliving his family but he can’t deny how happy he is to have Noah forever.

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"I heard people

are shipping us..." “TO WHERE?"

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TFtwt is going over the fact that Bee made a joke over a cassette exploding in Soundwave’s docking system again and I still just can’t get the image of these three being like this every time Bee exists too close to him 😭 like girl don’t look behind you…. The yellow thing is back again… they’re so full of judgement like why did you joke about him starving and losing a cassette tragically like that

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propaganda!!

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a kiss too close

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i miss my wife, tails

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Hello! Could I ask for doctor!reader with Ratchet? Reader also tired and sick of patients. Maybe Ratchet interested in human anatomy and Reader is interested in Mech's anatomy.

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Feel Like Rain Pt 8

Ratchet x Reader

• “There’s twenty something bones in my hand,” you say watching him slowly and carefully manipulate one of your fingers. Distracting yourself from the embarrassment of the sponge bath by teaching him about you and learning about him in turn after you dressed. Telling yourself his touch had been only curiosity. You’re as alien to him as he is to you. “Carpals, metacarpals, phalanges, and um, I can’t remember the tiny ones.” Frowning slightly, because you should remember. “We experience the world through touch.”

• “You have a better range of motion than I do. Not by a lot, though,” he murmurs, letting go of your delicate fingers to turn his own hand over. And those soft hands grip his, fingertips smoothing over the back of his hand. The press and slide of your fingers against his making him think of chirolinguistics. Venting as it suddenly shifts, becomes almost an intimacy as he focuses on you and becomes aware of your weak field. “Some Cybertronians use a touch based language to communicate.”

• “Really?” Gripping his big hand, pleased when he lets you lift it up, palm toward you, you line up your hand against his much bigger palm. “Five digits. Same shape. What are the odds?” His hand is warm against yours as his servos splay out and you mimic him, smiling. Because this is new. Fascinating. Most of your day before spent dealing with patients with the flu, sprains, arthritis. A never ending stream of complaints that sometimes makes it hard to remember these are people on the bad days not just tasks to complete. Talking to him, learning about him, reminds you that at one time, you’d loved this.

• “Slim,” he growls, watching you smile. Still mortified at what he’d done, that he’d explored your soft body. And you’d let him. Telling himself it was just to learn, that he has so many humans in his care now, you included, and he needs to know more about you. Everything if he’s going to take care of you. “We have extensive sensory nets in our hands, too.”

• “Those act like your nerves?” You ask, gripping his hand to smooth your thumbs against his palm before flexing his hand at the wrist. Amused that he’s allowing it and you wonder what he thinks of you. If he’s just humoring you or if he’s as curious as you are. And the mesh at the inside of his wrist is metal, but surprisingly soft. Shifting to sit on his thigh, you reach for his face, hands stopping just shy. Flushing when his servos wrap around your wrist, pulling your hand to him. Giving you permission to touch him. And his metal skin is warm under your fingers, has some give to it.

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some headcanons for soundwave's beans 🐾💙

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THE X FILES 1.20 "Darkness Falls"

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they're so funny

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why was he so baby girl???? why did they make her so fucking hot,?? we may never know…

Edit: x files sideblog: @scullymaxxing

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Did this little doodle based on revelboo's cute fanfic of human reader lounging on Percy while he works. The image stuck in my mind and I've wanted to draw it for a while.

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...feeling shy today but uh maybe when youre feeling it a tfp wheeljack continuation?😛👉🏻👈🏻I miss his emotionally closed off self and can't wait for him and reader to crack🤭to be horny he gives off such a sloppy but passionate vibe bedroom-wise to me,,, emotionally like ur fate is sealed when you finally connect w him truly and there's no such thing as too much, only can't get enough if you feel me😋 he'll always be grabby in my heart🙏🏻

Sure!

Crooked Ways Pt 5

TFP Wheeljack x Reader

• You’re sweating, hair slicked to your face and your arms aching from the weight of the tool when you carefully seal the last tear in his lines, hearing him growl in his own language, but he doesn’t flinch. And you drop the tool to clatter against the berth as you flex your cramping fingers, your back hurting. “Thanks. For doing that and not stabbing me,” he mutters and you scowl up at him, meeting those lovely blue optics. “I know you probably wanted to.”

• “And why would I want to do that?” You counter angrily, eyes narrowing up at him and that familiar guilty feeling hums through him. Because he knows he did wrong by you. Took you and refused to let you go. Running a hand over his face, he slowly lays back on the berth, aware of you backing away warily. Not trusting him at all and that’s his fault. Can’t even really explain why he’d taken you, that for a klik, your singing had reminded him of a better time before the war that he’d thought he’d forgotten. And he’d taken you, trying to cling to those old memories. To remember when he’d actually been happy not just pretending nothing bothers him.

• And he rolls toward you, a massive hand reaching to close around you and pull you to him as he mass shifts. Tensed and ready for a fight even though you’re exhausted, you push upright and he just lays his head in your lap and curls an arm around you so you can’t escape. You can feel one of his head fins digging into the inside of your thighs as his optics shutter and you wonder how much energon he’s lost. Trying to get comfortable, you blow out a breath. Is he recharging? Because if he offlines, you’re going to be stuck here on his berth. He looks peaceful right now, venting softly and you half want to smack him. Repeatedly. Glancing at his shuttered optics, you run the tip of a finger over the scar on his lip.

• You’re touching him? Staying still, he tries to figure out what you’re thinking. Knows you hate him for trapping you, so why are your hands so gentle right now? Wants to apologize for all of it, but when he tries to talk to you, it always ends with you both angry and yelling. Wonders what would have happened that day if he’d just approached you. Let you keep your freedom and came back to you. Talked to you and gotten to know you. Would you have let him? Trusted him? Or would you have been scared of him. Hid in your home hoping he’d leave.

• Why did he have to ruin your life? It wasn’t like you had that much going on, but it had been your life. You’d been free to make your own choices and he’d barreled into it like a wrecking ball to destroy everything you had. And maybe you’d not been particularly happy, but who really is? Tracing one of the brow ridges above his optics, his hand lifts to wrap around yours. Pulling it to his mouth, his warm lips brushing the inside of your wrist as you freeze. “Don’t go,” he murmurs, rough voice strangely vulnerable and you know it’s just the injuries talking. That he’s likely delirious. But you still whisper ‘okay,’ even though you owe him nothing.

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