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I like to imagine all combiner gestalts would get anxious or even end up in pain if separated from their gestalt for too long, but I imagine it's so much more intense for the younger gestalts.

Like the Constructicons can go days or weeks without being remotely near each other. They don't necessarily like it, but they can. It's useful if Megatron needs different things being worked on at once, or if there's a big project they're needed for but still trouble in the med-bay. It's manageable for them.

The Stunticons, though? Not only is their gestalt bond young, but so are they. Sometimes Motormaster being a bit too far ahead in the hallway from his brothers has them all anxious. Almost every night one of them wakes up either in the bed of one of their brothers or with one of them in their bed. It's completely subconscious. This is manageable for them for the most part, as they're almost always sent to work on things as a group.

The Combaticons, though, have a lot of trouble with this, and they all hate it. They're not young, but Bruticus and their bond is, so they get separation anxiety almost as bad as the literal babies they're made to work with. They, like the Stunticons, will occasionally find themselves ending up in the company of one of their teammates, but there's nothing reassuring about it. There's no being glad someone's there, but it's confusion on why the hell that happened and why they're magnetically coupled.

Bruticus himself also has a part in this, because his components don't want to be there at all. When they're zoned out or relaxed enough, he is pushing them together through their bond and his power of being the combiner. They hate him. He just wants them to be nicer to each other.

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I’m lost for words

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The bitch got suplexed

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_ultra magnus x reader

it's been about five days since ultra magnus last saw you. it’s not the longest stretch of time he’s gone without seeing you, but it’s extensive enough to make your quiet mumbles of “I missed you” feel more than justified. it's mildly difficult for him to vocalize his sentiment, partially because he’s so wrapped up in listening to you recount your week.

you had extended the conversation to him first, enthusiastic as always and sincerely wanting to hear what he had been up to. there’s a flicker of amusement in your energy, genuinely excited to see him, despite the day's events leaving you on autopilot. it's now a late hour for you, and magnus originally had proposed moving this impromptu catch-up session to the morning, after a much needed rest on your part.

denial was currently your best friend, delusional in thinking he doesn't notice the way your body radiates fatigue. yet, your pout is one of the few things that has him in immediate surrender, having no sense of firmness when all you want is to be present, to discuss everything and nothing all at once.

however, the four yawns you tried to suppress were enough for magnus to wrangle you into bed, reluctantly brushing off your pleas to stay up because you'd missed him so much. the only compromise reached was that he joined you, pulled away from some lingering work he’d already been too distracted to finish.

somehow, magnus has succumbed to your drowsy murmurs, conceding when every joint in his frame begs him to relax. poised against his arm, he's content with the silence if only to think you've finally fallen asleep. internally, he is well aware of the fact he should rest sometime soon, but for now, it could pass him by one more day. throughly enjoying such an easy display of candid peace, magnus moves to steal a glance at the top of your head, silently amused at your drowsy demeanor.

suddenly, he's very aware of how you run your fingers over a particular injury to his plating, subconsciously hoping you'll ignore it, but you never do. ratchet had done his absolute best to repair the wound, but it's appearance will never look fully healed, the welding scars prominent and obvious due to the size. another nasty fight, rewarding him with a battle scar that will remain until time chooses to permanently erase it.

"This one is new," you whisper, your cheek smushed against his upper arm as you struggle to stifle your exhaustion.

though knowing exactly to what you were referring to, something nudges him to feign innocence. "Which one?"

once again, your fingers skate over the raised marks, causing magnus' gaze to flit down towards his arm. "Did you get hurt?"

knowing it was futile to try and avoid your expression, magnus still crumbles to some degree upon locking stares with your now wide eyes. you look so downhearted, distressed for an injury that no longer pained him in the slightest.

"Perhaps." he answers somewhat rigidly, trying to tug his servo free from it's position in your lap. while he could free it any time he'd like, your tiny fingers and hands remain, grasping for purchase as you huff in mild annoyance.

he yields, if only to appease the glassy look that has now appeared in your eyes.

"It has healed the best it possibly can, given the resources at hand." magnus tries, letting his lower arm go slack once more across your lap. "You have no reason to fret, y/n."

observing the look on your face, he can tell he's about to absolutely get socked in the stomach by your reply. you tend to have that effect on him.

"I worry about you, y'know?" you can't meet his optics, but instead stare down at the streaks of grey that litter his blue plating. before he can conjure up an answer, you've leaned forward, depositing a trio of benign kisses across the wound. so featherlight, he would have never known you had done so if he wasn't watching.

whatever magnus had done to deserve this, he knows not. all he can do is pray that it never escapes him, and hope it never strays far enough to slip from his servos.

"y/n..." he starts, a voice just above a whisper.

"I'm serious," thinking you're wearing his patience thin, insistence finds you rather quickly and seizes you like a vice. your palm rests on his wrist, delicate fingers thrumming against the unmoving metal.

swiftly, his free hand moves toward your face, expertly placing a digit beneath your jaw so as to tilt your attention his way. he's deft for his size, looking down at you with so much love yet some disquiet.

"So am I." magnus presses, finally placidly dragging his left arm from your lap, if only to cage you to the berth as he repositions himself. "Leave it be. I have returned in one piece, you have not a thing to worry about."

still, your eyes drift towards the scar on his forearm.

magnus hangs his helm, low enough that you can reach up to cup his cheeks, trying to smush them between your palms.

"I can multitask, too." you extend a soft laugh, meant to soothe.

relatively suppressing a squeak of surprise, he leans forward to deposit a kiss along the crown of your head. it's hesitant, all of his affection still retains residual doubt, but it satisfies both his wants as well as yours.

"Very well." he muses, pulling back moderately. "Would it be too much if I asked you to get some rest now?"

"No." you return, smile unwavering. "There’s nothing you could ask of me that would ever be too much, Magnus."

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Watched the first episode of Earthspark! So far I’m HOOKED Im loving every aspect of it so far, really love the humans, really love Twitch and Thrash they’re So Cute, but ah ehmaheam. MEGATRON’S ENTRANCE???

WHAT THE FJCK WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT!!!! 😳 😳 😳 😳 😳 😳 😳 😳 😳 😳 😳

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that fatboy has me charmed

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Its my birthday so i share “valentines day” art on the 22nd instead of the 14th. Have swerve<3

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tapping my servo to get bartender's attention

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could u draw rodimus?

april 13th special!

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Listen, after I witnessed Nautica tickling Megatron in mtmte, I am 100% sure girl can get away with anything

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<.<

Is there anything that says human/cybertronian HAS to get the human sparked?

Can SkyWarp get pregnant???????? Pls?

(cus it'd be the funniest option)

🤣 Something doesn’t go quite right

🔞 Mass displaced mech 🌶️

Uno Reverse Scenario-Sparked

Skywarp x Reader

• Breath hitching as his servos tighten on your hips hard enough to almost hurt and you know he’s going to leave bruises, you splay a hand on his chassis. Trying to not get knocked off as he starts babbling in his own language even though he knows you can’t understand a word of it. Rocking urgently, you gasp and he’s pulling you down to him. Feel when he shifts his plating and his spark snares you.

• Head thumping against the berth under him, he snarls, hips lifting as you fist his spike. Until he’s filling you as he tangles in you. Lost in that haze of need, asking, coaxing. Beyond words and he feels you, wraps himself around your light. And you submit, your acceptance echoing through him. Shuddering as he fills you again and feels a pull.

• Leg sliding against his thigh as that pull strengthens, that coaxing becoming everything. Feeling so good. His mouth brushing kisses against your neck, cheek, anywhere he can reach and you whimper against him, hanging onto him. And the pull subsides, feel him jolt under you, spike pulsing inside you still. Before he hisses and the connection shatters. Body humming pleasantly, you push up on him, feeling his spike inside you and he’s just staring at you, mouth open. “What?”

• What? Like you don’t know? “Did you just fragging spark me?” He demands, even though he can feel it. Feel that fragile, new spark nestled inside his own as you just frown at him. Not understanding that you somehow made him the carrier instead of the sire. “Fragging aliens!” Was trying to spark you, not the other way around.

• “What?” Have no idea what he’s so pissy about, but his frustrated horror is making you defensive and angry. “What did I do?” And he’s covering his face with both big hands, groaning. “Hey,” you snap, smacking his arm. “Use your words.” Feel him start shaking under you and then he’s laughing. Like a complete lunatic.

• “You shouldn’t hit your carrier,” he hisses. Oh, Primus. His Trine is going to have a fit with this. Sparked by an alien. And you still don’t get it, just scowling at him and he’s laughing hysterically, unable to explain to you what you just did to him. What he was trying to do to you. Unable to figure out how you’d known to do that to begin with, giving him the spark instead of taking it.

(Let’s see if I immediately get put in horny jail again, because I think I know what triggered it last time and have it fixed)

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Thinking about transformers in a winged! Humans universe.

I don't think seekers would be all that impressed by organic flight, but grounders probably would find it more interesting. But they'd all be taken with how colorful and soft feathers are. Not to mention that human wings would move in a variety of different ways to seeker wings, since flight is achieved in such different ways. Which is both uncanny and fascinating to the bots who are used to wings that are generally pretty solid

Imagine flying up and perching on your bots shoulder. If they ever tried to ignore you you could just fly right in front of their face and make them pay attention lol

Cybertronians are too big to actually help you preen your feathers, but imagine one of those giant fingers petting your wings, being so careful not to hurt you because they're so big and your wings are so fragile and you're trusting them to touch you like this and waaahhhhhh

Just. Transformers with winged!humans

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Brainstorm’s recent work accident, Preceptor is oddly pleased with the result.

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one soundwave

also model💙

🤫

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Some megs and screams, and twitch

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okay very important question.

cybertronians have come to earth and looked shit up online. they have found the niche subgenre of pinups/smut that depicts anthropmorphic planes. (example)

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evil guy and his evil cat but the cat is actually the mama and the guy is her kitten,,