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He didn’t look where he was going

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Hiii, I saw this on insta

What the hell are we going to do till 2028??? We are already leaving out of scraps. SCRAPS!!!!

What the hell?!?!

Did they mess up the story on ATSV and now they don't know how to close it? Or wtf is going on???

I know the writers strike happened, but it has been quite some time now. The hell?

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Hello! Can I request HCs of Elita one from Transformers One with a Cybertronian![S/O] [gender neutral] [platonic] who is capable of transforming into a giant dragon?

☆ Steel Scales And Guarded Sparks — Elita One & Dragon!GN Reader HCs ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 To say she's cautious at first would be being kind. She's not one to get open to any bot too quickly to begin with, especially not one that can potentially pose a large threat

ᯓᡣ𐭩 She slowly observes you, making sure she can get a read on your intentions in everything you do. How you talk, carry yourself, everything goes into being noteworthy

ᯓᡣ𐭩 It's actions that speak loudest for Elita. Once she sees you using your draconian form for good, to protect her and her team, is when she really starts to begin actually engaging with you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Disguises looking out for you through pointed comments about your maneuver. Tells you what sides you need to look out for more and where you need to improve by sounding critical, but in the end she means well

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Elita wouldn't flinch at your other form, she's not one to shy away from anything. She'll approach you directly and start lecturing you whenever you need to get your processor right, dragon or not

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Admittedly thinks the dragon form is interesting, but she wouldn't say that outright. She has veiled compliments through random observations, mostly paying attention to your frame and overall build

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You're strong and durable and she won't let you forget it. You're one of the most capable bots she's met to date, so she'll make sure to check in if it seems like you're falling behind

ᯓᡣ𐭩 She reassures you if the fear ever arises that you're not a monster. Sentinel is a monster, the Quintessons are monsters, but you? You're like her, just someone trying to survive in a difficult situation. And she's got your back whenever you need her

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Behold…

✨WORLDBUILDING✨

Excuse me as I go insane over the fact that Cybertron is an inorganic-organic hybrid planet

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Marvel Rivals Hawkeye by @hdhaiajhc on twitter

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Scarlet Witch~

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happy extremely belated (made up, headcanon) birthday to the man who i have been obsessed with for over four years now you have permanently altered my brain chemistry and i STILL get butterflies looking at you

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Hi do you take tfp request and if you did,can I request for ratchet with his femme s/o who are like an old married couple and meeting team prime and the kids.

Old Sparks.

The atmosphere in the Autobot base buzzed with its usual controlled chaos. Ratchet was stationed at his console, hands deftly navigating Cybertronian tech as the familiar sound of ground bridging filled the room. The rest of Team Prime—Optimus, Bulkhead, Arcee, Bumblebee, and even the kids—were gathered, curious about the arrival of someone new.

"Ratchet," Optimus began, his deep voice calm but questioning, "you mentioned an old comrade would be visiting today. May I ask who they are?"

"Comrade is a strong word, Optimus," Ratchet grumbled, not looking up from his work. "Let’s just say she’s… persistent."

"Persistent?" Bulkhead echoed, grinning. "That sounds like a story I wanna hear."

Before Ratchet could retort, the ground bridge roared to life, and from its glowing vortex stepped a tall femme with elegant but battle-worn armor, her optics scanning the room with practiced precision. She had a presence that immediately demanded attention, her demeanor a perfect blend of confidence and composure.

"Y/N," Ratchet muttered, standing upright. His tone betrayed a mixture of fondness and exasperation.

"Hello, Ratch," you replied smoothly, a teasing smirk gracing your lips. "Still grumpy, I see."

The moment you stepped into the base, the dynamic between you and Ratchet became evident. It wasn’t just the way he sighed as you gave him a light jab on the arm, or the way you tutted at the state of his workspace—it was the banter.

"Still keeping this place running with duct tape and miracles, I see," you teased, leaning against his console.

"And yet, somehow, it works," Ratchet shot back, crossing his arms.

"Yes, because you’re the miracle," you replied, your tone dripping with sarcasm. "I’m sure Optimus has to beg you to take a recharge every now and then."

"Someone has to keep this operation functional," Ratchet huffed.

"Ah, yes, the noble sacrifice of Ratchet: savior of failing Autobots and chaotic humans alike."

Your playful tone earned a few snickers from the others, especially Bulkhead and Miko.

"Are they… always like this?" Miko whispered loudly to Bumblebee.

Bee nodded with a chirp, his optics glowing with amusement.

Optimus stepped forward, his towering frame radiating calm authority. "Y/N, welcome to our base. It is a pleasure to finally meet you."

"The pleasure’s mine, Optimus," you said, offering a respectful nod. "I’ve heard a lot about your team."

"We’ve heard nothing about you," Arcee quipped, crossing her arms but with a hint of a smirk.

Ratchet groaned. "That’s because some things are best left private."

"Private, huh?" Bulkhead teased. "I don’t know, Ratch. You two give off serious ‘old married couple’ vibes."

"That’s because we are an old married couple," you said casually, enjoying the way everyone froze.

Arcee’s optics widened. "Wait, you’re serious?"

"You’re married?" Miko exclaimed, eyes wide with excitement.

Ratchet pinched the bridge of his nose. "Primus, give me strength."

The kids were immediately fascinated by you, bombarding you with questions about your life on Cybertron, your history with Ratchet, and—most importantly—how you managed to put up with his grumpiness.

"So, like, how long have you been together?" Miko asked eagerly.

"Long enough to know that Ratchet’s bark is worse than his bite," you replied, earning a scoff from your mate.

"She exaggerates," Ratchet muttered.

"Do I?" you challenged, raising an optic ridge.

Raf chuckled softly. "You’re really good at keeping him on his toes."

"It’s a full-time job," you joked.

Jack, ever the voice of reason, asked, "So, are you staying here with the team now?"

Your smile faltered slightly as you glanced at Ratchet. "That depends. I was hoping to help out, but only if Ratchet doesn’t mind sharing his lab."

Ratchet sighed but couldn’t hide the faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You’re welcome to stay… just don’t reorganize my tools."

"No promises," you quipped, earning another round of laughter.

As the day went on, you integrated seamlessly into the team’s dynamic. You assisted Ratchet with a few repairs, earning his begrudging thanks, and even sparred with Arcee, impressing her with your combat skills.

But it was during a quiet moment, when the kids were off with Bumblebee and Bulkhead, that Ratchet finally spoke his mind.

"I… wasn’t sure if bringing you here was the right decision," he admitted, his tone softer than usual.

You placed a gentle servo on his. "Ratchet, I know you worry. You always have. But being here, with you and the team—it feels right."

He hesitated before nodding. "Just… promise me you’ll be careful. I’ve already lost you once. I won’t go through that again."

"I promise," you said, leaning in to press your forehelm to his in a gesture of affection.

By the end of the day, it was clear that you were already an integral part of the team. Even Miko, who was initially more interested in your battle stories, started asking for advice on how to handle Bulkhead’s overly cautious tendencies.

As the base settled for the evening, you found yourself sitting beside Ratchet once again, the two of you quietly enjoying each other’s company.

"You know," you said after a while, "this place isn’t so bad. A little chaotic, sure, but it’s got heart."

Ratchet chuckled softly. "That’s one way to put it."

"And you, Ratch," you continued, leaning against his shoulder, "you’re not so bad yourself."

"Don’t push it," he muttered, though his tone was laced with warmth.

As the stars twinkled outside the base, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of peace. For the first time in a long time, you were home.

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Under the Mistletoe with You

Miguel O’Hara x Reader

Summary: Enjoying the holiday market with Miguel.

Enjoy!🎄

Wc: 1.2k

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You breathe warm air into your hands, trying to keep them warm as your worn-out gloves are not helping. You happily listen to the holiday tunes playing, people watching in Columbus Circle at the holiday market, and feeling jittery from the cold and the butterflies in your stomach waiting for Miguel to arrive. It has been over two months since your first date, and everything has been perfect. Even though neither you have declared to make it official, you have high hopes of it leading in that direction soon.

A sense of comfort and warmth washed over you as strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you into a broad chest. You felt a pair of lips against your cheek as he gave you a hello kiss.

You turn around in his embrace as you get on your toes and return the sweet gesture on his lips. "Hi, mi amor. I'm sorry I was running a few minutes late. I hope you weren't waiting for me too long in the cold."

Your cheeks redden from what he called you. He had never called you anything except your name before now. You notice the grin on his face as he notices your reaction to his words.

"No worries. I only got here a few minutes ago. But I didn't realize how cold today would be, so I'm a little underdressed."

You notice his concern as he takes your hands in his large hands and blows hot air into them to help keep you warm. He frowns when he notices your worn-down gloves.

"How about we go to one of those igloo tables at the bar to warm up? I reserved one for us. And then we can walk around and look at the shops?"

"Sounds perfect!"

He smiled as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders to keep you warm as you headed to the bar.

As soon as you entered the igloo, you were relieved to be wrapped up in the heater's warmth.

"Feeling a bit warmer?" He smiled as he sat down next to you and brought his chair closer to you.

"Much warmer. It feels nice. Thank you, Miguel." You lean forward and kiss his cheek in thanks, but immediately, his fingers gently move your chin as his lips meet yours. Once you pulled away, you couldn't help but feel your heart pound out of your chest as you saw his loving and slightly lustful gaze with a wide, happy grin.

After stealing a few more kisses from each other, you choose your drinks as Miguel goes back outside to get them.

It took him a bit longer to get your drinks, which worried you, but your relief rushed through you once you saw him come back with them. When he entered, you noticed a small bag hanging from his wrist. Sitting down, he passed the bag to you with a happy expression.

You return his smile with an added confused expression. "What's this?"

"I saw something at a stand while waiting for our drinks and wanted to buy it for you." You smile as you open the box to reveal beautiful black leather gloves. Your heart glowed from his sweet gesture. You put them on and were instantly comforted by the soft cashmere against your skin. 

"I love them, Miguel. They're beautiful. Thank you." You give him a kiss, which he happily returns.

After sharing sweet sayings and catching up about each other's day, you decided to leave the warmth of the igloo tent and enter the slight chaos of the Christmas market.

One of the first stalls you visited was handcrafted ceramic china from Spain. A row of colored bowls caught your eye as you stared at them in awe. After checking the price of one bowl, your excitement lowered when you realized how expensive one bowl was. You still had to buy gifts for your family and friends. And Miguel. With how tight money has been lately, you knew getting it wouldn't be wise. You sighed sadly as you set the bowl gently back in its place before thanking the store owner and leaving.

"Everything ok?" Miguel looked at you with concern as you saw your slight frown. You smiled up at him in reassurance. "Yeah, I am. I was just a little bummed that those bowls were so expensive. They were so cute. Maybe I can get them next year if the shop is here again."

As soon as you finished your sentence, you were whisked back to the booth by him as he was holding your hand. You stood there dumbfounded as Miguel told the shopkeeper that he wanted to buy one of the bowls in every color you liked: four different bowls. When you came to your senses, you walked right up to Miguel's side.

"Oh, Miguel, you don't need to buy these for me. I'll be ok. You don't need to spend any more on me."

"Nonsense. You liked these bowls. And I want to buy them for you. Especially if I get to see that amazing smile that captures my heart." Miguel handed the shop owner his credit card before smiling lovingly at you.

"How did I get so lucky finding such an amazing man like you?" You wrap your arm around his bicep and hug him. You get on your toes and kiss his cheek.

Miguel leaned down to whisper in your ear."I'm the one who got lucky in finding someone as perfect as you."

As you walked around more of the market, a random man in an elf costume shouted happily at the two of you. "Pucker up, love birds. You're under our surprise mistletoe!"  

You and Miguel stop before looking up and seeing the over-the-top mistletoe hanging above your heads. You look back at each other as your cheeks redden from Miguel's smirk.

"I guess we should appease the elf." He chuckled.

"I guess we should." You giggle as you wrap your arms around his neck. Miguel wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you against his warm chest before capturing your lips into a sweet, loving kiss.

When your lips separated only centimeters apart, he said, "I love you, y/n."

Your eyes widen in surprise at his words, and your smile widens before you capture his lips again and say, " I love you, too."

3 years later

You chuckled at the framed photo of the two of you from that day at the Christmas market on the bookshelf. Then, you glanced at the adjacent picture from your wedding day, captured just two months ago.

You felt strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you against a warm body as you felt lips on your neck.

"Dinner is almost ready. Can you help me with bringing the dishes to the table?" He mumbled against your neck as he kissed you.

"Of course." You giggle at him, tickling your neck with his stubble. As you walk toward the kitchen, Miguel grabs you by the waist and stops you right under the doorway as he points up. You look up to see a mistletoe in the middle of the doorway's frame. You smile at him with an arched brow as he sends you a mischievous smirk before dipping you and giving you a passionate kiss.

"Merry Christmas, mi amor."

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I hope you enjoyed it!🎄

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doodle dump i’m trying to practice drawing tfp optimus,,,,don’t mind my wonky perspective i wasn’t using a ref

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Hi! This is my first time sending a request to your blog.

May I request HCs of B-127 from Transformers One with a Cybertronian![S/O] [Gender Neutral] [Romantic] who is like Vi from the Arcane series?

They’re cool like the character, who knows how to box/fight and after they get a T-Cog, their servos transform into huge gauntlets like from the show.

☆ Punch Stuff? Punch Stuff! — B-127 x GN Reader HCs ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 He's so much more willing to break stuff than you were initially expecting. Usually you get complaints about 'order' or 'tact' and all that, but 127's ready to start breaking stuff right when you say so

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The pattern honestly tracks, seeing as he's been stuck in a sublevel unable to let out his anger in Primus knows how many cycles by this point. You figure there's no harm in taking him out for a few dates of just trashing stuff

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Despite your keen insight for aggression, you have a method. Your plans are thought out and with substance behind them, only impulsive to the ones that don't understand how your processor works. B-127 is... just plain impulsive, but at least he's got the enthusiasm

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Begins following you around basically everywhere, always willing to follow your guidance and leadership as much as the orders he would get from Orion or Elita

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You really see his hidden drive for chaos shine through when he gets his, as he so wisely calls them, 'knife hands'. The way he immediately jumps to using them to his advantage, tearing and intimidating as needed, immediately piqued your interest

ᯓᡣ𐭩 But, you also recognized that such a chaotic streak could cause problems later on. So you began making plans to keep his new weapons under controlled chaos. Just enough of a wild card to catch a bit off guard, but not at risk to any teammates

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Often looks to you, in more than just a metaphorical sense. He also just steals glances at you a lot. Everything you do gives off that careless cool energy that he strives for, so he quickly begins looking up to you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Tries to copy whatever pose you're currently holding or mimicking your tone of voice whenever he wants to come across as suave and mysterious

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Holds your gauntlets in his servos so carefully when you have them out, tenderly but excitedly exploring all the ridges with his fingers to see it all up close, asking you several questions all at the same time

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Intentionally shows off his knife servos to you in search of compliments, including proving how much he can slice through at once or how many things in a row

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