#Ask tfo shockwave

[ask-tfo-shockwave]

Hey, Shockwave. What’s your favorite experiment you’ve done?

⭐️ ; WHAT ? Oh - Well, I QUITE enjoyed doing experiments on the strays that happened to pass by the high guard territory when Starscream was still in charge !! My favorite one, however, happened to be when I got to [ REDACTED ] !! AND THEN, I RELISHED IN [ REDACTED ] !!

[quantumlogician]

What is the statue of your News project shockwave?

" Withing realms of expectation. My expectations, that is to say. "

" Would you like the good news or the bad news? "

[lockheed-martin-unofficial]

TF One spoilers!

My favorite Starscream shots from the movie!

Throne. Need I say more?

This is where he looks like he’s gonna be a good guy but curveballs into declaring that the strong should be leading. As a Starscream redemption fan I’m a little disappointed but ALSO I find it hilarious and on brand

Starscream being taller than D-16.

ASKING HIM TO HIT HARDER?? TFO Starscream is peak feral Starscream and I love it. Getting defeated and continuing to egg him on. I’ve noticed a trend that Megatron tends to hold Starscream by the neck when they fight. Especially when it’s serious. With the detail of Megatron being the one to crush Starscream’s throat in this continuity, imagine if that was the case in other continuities. Megs doing the same (probably traumatic) move in order to intimidate him? That’s some delicious angst right there.

Not included: Shockwave trying to intervene, Soundwave going “nah I wanna see who wins”

Aww. He’s just a little guy and it’s his birthday. He’s a little birthday boy. Don’t hurt him.

Kinda wish he was more of a threat, but I also love his energy here so I can’t complain. Picks a fight he can’t win, escalates when he’s losing, gets defeated. Go girl give us nothing

I found the detail that it was Megs crushing his throat that gave him the signature squeaky voice both funny and sad. Love how his first instinct is to threaten violence here. Disrespectfully disagree with how quickly he stopped talking after Sentimeter turned away though. Starscream would NEVER shut up when someone makes fun of him. He’d yap so hard. The essence of Starscream is stubborn refusal.

Hell, he’d bite Sentinel’s hand right that instant.

I enjoy this scene because it looks like they’re just chill now, like he’s with Elita and Bee. Especially since every time I look at it I think Bee’s arm is Starscream’s. Wanna draw that.

First language reveal ewwwww

That’s all folks! I’ll post my other screenshots later perhaps

[energ00n]

since no one else is providing context: Prowl, in basically all incarnations (most notably in IDW), is a cop/enforcer that worked in Iacon before the war. He's logic-driven, similar to Shockwave- he was very much disliked by several of the corrupt cops because he wouldn't let corruption slide if he saw it. People make jokes about war crime Prowl because, during the war, Prowl often devised plans based on chances of success rather than impact on troops/enemies or anything else. If it would help the Autobots, he planned it out with almost brutal precision. TFA Prowl is, alternatively, a draft dodger. A funny thing about both of these continuities is that one of his most popular ships is with Jazz, which may be why people are asking about him now. We don't know a lot about TF1 Prowl, but I've seen a lot of people making him similar to his IDW self but less intense. These questions may be asking what Prowl would be like as a logic-driven mech, which Prime he would work under, etc etc

Oooooohhhhhhhh now this is super helpful, I kinda got the idea that he was somewhat cold and calculated type character but never knew he was a COP like damn. I’m also aware of the jazzprowl ship but like…. Imma be so real I like Jazz too much to ship him with a character I’m not that into, not even prowl’s character design is giving me anything to work with, I mistook him for ratchet like twice in TFO

Here’s a fun fact tho, Prowl was suggested to me very early on during the AU development to be a love rival to D-16, Aka he was supposed to be shipped with Orion. I might still use the scenario of how he came to the story so don’t ask me about the where’s and the how’s

[revelboo]

I need a continuation of that TFOne Starscream, you're writing is so so good

Thanks!

Inside Out Pt 4

TFO Starscream x Reader

• Entering his quarters, he vents softly to himself as he hears the silvery sound of the length of your leash sliding against his berth as you launch yourself from the nest of blankets he’d left you in and retreat closer to the wall where your leash is tethered. “Haven’t I asked you to greet me when I return?” He growls, setting the boxes he was carrying down and seizing the excess length of your leash to pull gently. Still hearing your startled yelp as you fall and are dragged closer by the cuff secured around your ankle. A necessity since he’d walked in on you tying your blankets into a rope with the intent to find a way to climb down and escape. “Well?” Sprawled on your back, your coverings rucked up to reveal soft skin, you scowl up at him.

• Reminding yourself that flipping off the giant alien jerk keeping you as a pet isn’t a good idea if you want to live, you bare your teeth at him instead. It’s not a smile by any means, but he likely doesn’t know the difference anyway. “Welcome home,” you hiss, sitting up and trying to tug the stupid leash out of his servos. Falling back and banging your head hard enough on the berth to make you bite your tongue when he yanks on it in retaliation. “Lord Starscream,” you add, tone venomous, tasting blood.

• “No fight today?” Optics narrowing as your jaw works and you don’t try to get back up, he reaches out a servo to stroke your cheek, down your neck, across your collarbone and then you finally stop playing at being obedient and submissive. Smirking as you roll and then kick at his servo, face red. And he cages you under his palm, almost laughing when you drop the act and scream at him, feet and little hands lashing out until you exhaust yourself. “And to think I brought you gifts.”

• Gifts. Things like the leash most likely. Furious, you wait as he reaches to unhook the end of your leash from its hook and curls his servos around you, lifting you to his chassis. Hating that your tension melts away when he presses you to him, that familiarity you despise calling to you until you lay your cheek against him. Feeling the thrum of his spark, that feeling of well-being that comes from contact with him spilling through you. “Go away,” you mutter, eyes closing as you soak in his heat. Needing him, but not wanting him.

• Venting as he cradles you to him, he uses a servo to examine the ankle your leash is attached to, the skin reddened under it and around your ankle. Trying to squirm out of the cuff attached to you or was it from where he’d pulled you out of hiding? Guilt twisting about his spark, he sits on the edge of the berth and pulls one of the little boxes closer. “You need this contact as much as I do,” he rasps, soaking in the beat of your little heart as that connection strengthens when he slides a servo under your covering to find warm skin. “We don’t have to be enemies.” He hasn’t been able to figure out the nature of his connection to you from searching the archives, but he isn’t about to ask Shockwave, either. While he’d likely figure it out, you probably wouldn’t survive his experiments. Servo stroking along your hair, he picks up a box and offers it in his hand. It’s bigger than you are and you squint up at him, expression suspicious. You don’t trust him and he doesn’t blame you. Knows it shouldn’t bother him, but it tears into his spark all the same. Because he knows this isn’t right, it shouldn’t be like this.

• Those red optics are staring down at you expectantly and you reluctantly lean away from his warmth, from that lie of safety and belonging and pick at the tape on the side of the box. “Did you steal this from an Amazon delivery truck?” His expression goes blank so you decide he absolutely did. Tearing into the box, it’s loaded with more boxes and packaging. All of it absolutely random. Laundry detergent, moon pies, flavored water, a body pillow, under eye masks, what might be a dog harness or bondage gear, the latter you decide as you find a ball gag and shudder, rainbow boba, instant coffee, a mix of men and women’s clothes, and a kid’s unicorn comforter and sheet set. “Thanks,” you mutter, burying the harness and gag at the bottom, because nope.

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[gardens-light]

hello!

I love your work and I wanted to ask if you would be interested in writing a D-16 x techno-Organic reader?

I would like to see his reaction to the fact that part of her body is soft.

Hi! Thanks for the feedback and for this awesome prompt. I've always liked the idea of a techno/Cybertronic- human/organic hybrid reader, and there definity needs to be more fanfics of it.

Hope you enjoy and apologies for keeping you waiting. :)

Of Flesh and Steel

Expecting the usual deal transaction, the Quintesson ship landed upon the vast plains of Cybertron, sending harsh vibrations through the metallic ground. Their leader scanning the area with a studious gaze, as D16 and his Decepticons greeted with polite bows and hidden, false smiles.

Once their guard was down, Megatron withdraw his cannon. The weapon whirling to life, as he held the barrel against the Quintessons neck with a smug smile. His crimson gaze giving a silent demand, as his glare narrowed.

Amidst disruption and confusion, you made your escape. Forcing your already tired, broken and battered body to run as far as you could. Desperate to put distance between you and your creators, only to lose yourself among the strange foliage of this unknown world.

Content: D16/Megatron X GN Cybertronian/Human Hybrid Reader. Events takes place after TFO.

Word Count: 1,300

The dense metallic forest of Cybertron shimmered under the glow of the twin moons, its landscape a strange fusion of natural beauty and mechanical precision. A forest filled with copper-like leaves hummed faintly, the sound of energon flowing through their veins filling the air like a distant song. Amidst the alien tranquility, D16 and Shockwave moved with purpose, their sensors tracking an erratic and unfamiliar signal.

His towering frame gleamed in the moonlight, while scanning the area with piercing optics. Claws flexed instinctively, prepared for whatever this anomaly might be. Beside him, Shockwave’s singular optic glowed a cold, analytical purple, his detached demeanor betraying no hint of surprise nor curiosity.

Cautiously approaching a clearing, the signal became stronger. Much stronger. Finally brushing away the branches and leafs, D16's and Shockwaves optics widened as their gaze fell upon the most peculiar sight.

You.

Despite having distinctly Cybertronian characteristics. D16 could see something more... organic to you. His optics roamed over your frame, but your... human like skin glistened faintly with a metallic sheen under the moonlight.

Your human-like facial features had the most beautiful optics the Decepticon leader had ever seen. Their unusual colour held a strange depth, as if they contained circuitry woven into your very soul.

Oddly articulated armor covered your arms and legs, segmented like plating- similar to his own.

A small gasp escaped your lips, as your startled gaze finally met theirs. Feeling D16's gaze, as he tried to study more of you. His processor attempting to make sense of the impossibility before him.

Shockwave tilted his head, his optic narrowing as he scanned you. “ "A hybrid of Cybertronian and something... organic? Unprecedented. Likely a Quintesson experiment. Curious anomaly. Should we secure it for study?”

You quickly flinched at Shockwave's imposing presence, pressing yourself harder against the tree as if trying to merge with its metal bark. Breath quickened, and a faint, glitchy sound escaped your lips—a broken plea in a language that Shockwave couldn’t decipher.

“Hold,” D16 sharply spoke, raising his arm to block Shockwave’s advance. His cannon clicked softly as it retracted back into his forearm. His crimson optics slightly softened, as he approached you, his massive frame towered, but his movements were calculated, almost measured.

A whimper softly escaped your lips, while you clutched onto a crude tool—a shard of Quintesson metal that you scavenged during your escape.

It was hardly a threat, but your grip upon it was desperate. Daring to aim the shard at him, feeling D16's optics study your movements for a little longer.

He could see the fear in her optics. Your... words was something he couldn't understand, but the trembling of your frame and the way you recoiled told him enough.

“Their fear is irrelevant,” Shockwave replied coldly, his scanner continuing to process data. “The priority should be understanding their origin and purpose. We should capture them for further analysis.”

Giving a subtle nod to the suggestion, D16 lowered himself to one knee, coming more to your eye level. Softening his voice to a low and steady tone.

“We’re not here to harm you.”

His usual tone returned once opening a private channel to his comrade. Analyze their signal patterns. I want a full breakdown of their language and physiology. But handle them delicately, I don't want you to get too... 'carried away' with your research.

Shockwave inclined his head, his optic flickering. Understood. Prepare for transport?

Not yet. Gain their trust first. It’ll be easier to extract information if they're more cooperative.

"Here..." Your studious gaze narrowed upon D16's outstretched servo. The back of his digits gently encouraging you to lower the Quintession shard, while edging his palm closer. "Take my servo. We'll keep you safe."

Hesitation eased your uneven breath as your optics studied his open servo. Your expression softening slightly while you slowly dropped the shard.

His hand...? His body...? It's... similar to mine...

Optics trailing up his arm, falling upon his faceplate. Placing your small, organic servo into D16's palm, silently allowing him to help you onto your pedes.

The sensation was startling for both of you. To him, your touch was alien—warm and pliant, a stark contrast to the cold steel he was accustomed to. But to you... his hand was immense and unyielding but not entirely hostile. Unfamiliar yet comforting at the same time.

Your touch still trembled within D16's servo, as your optics met his once more. The Decepticon leader felt the faint warmth of your organic flesh through the sensors in his plating. He tilted his head, observing you more closely.

Another sound escaped you, more urgent this time, your voice broke as you spoke to the pair in a pleading, desperate tone. Though your words were incomprehensible. D16's optics softened slightly, and for the first time, a flicker of something unfamiliar stirred within him— pity?

"Calm yourself," he said in the gentlest tone his imposing frame could muster.

You didn't understand his words, but his modulation slightly eased your trembling frame. Bring your spark closer to it's regular pulse. Your grip upon his digits slightly tightened, yet he could still feel your servo trembling.

Shockwave stepped closer, his ever-analytical gaze fixed upon you. Their integration of organic and Cybertronian elements is intriguing. There are no known processes that would yield such a seamless fusion. A study upon them may represent... a new frontier.

D16's crimson gaze flickered up towards his comrade, replying over his private comlink. We’ll take them back to base, but remember—this isn’t just a subject. Proceed with care.

Clutching onto his servo, looking up at him with a mixture of fear and fragile hope as you quietly followed D16's lead through the forest. He occasionally gave you a slight side glance, hiding the storm of suspicion and calculation within him.

Your trembling digits brushed against his metal palm, causing him to freeze for a fraction of a second. You were... impossibly soft—alien and fragile in a way he had never encountered. Cybertronians, even the most delicate among them, were made of metals, alloys, and composites. The sensation of warmth and yielding flesh against his cold plating was... utterly foreign.

While running his thumb over your smaller servo, his optics flickered briefly as he tried to process the sensation. The texture of your servo was smooth yet uneven, faint imperfections running beneath the surface—a network of tiny veins, a pulse of warmth radiating outward.

Something... stirred within his chest. An urge wanted to pull back, to break contact, as if touching you might do damage—or worse, compromise him. But he forced himself to remain still, his vast reserves of discipline locking his servo in place.

They feel.. soft. So soft. Soft, gentle and yet... resilient?

The fact that you had somehow survived the harshness of the Quintessons and the wilderness of Cybertron seemed at odds with the fragility of your form.

Your grip tightened slightly around his digits, pressing your body warmth deeper against his palm. D16 caught himself feeling an odd pang of... Pity? No, that wasn’t it. Understanding? Closer.

The softness of your skin, your frame it was... too exposed, too... unprotected. It stirred something in him that he didn’t like—a flicker of vulnerability, perhaps even responsibility.

He glanced briefly over his shoulder at Shockwave, whose single optic remained fixated upon you with clinical detachment, as he steadily followed behind. For a fleeting moment, the Decepticon leader envied that cold, mechanical focus. For D16 felt his own reaction felt far too... personal.

Clenching his jaw, he pushed the sensation aside and refocused on the situation at hand. “Their physiology is... unique.” He muttered, almost to himself, his voice was steady, but there was a faint tension in it.

Oblivious to his inner turmoil, you looked up at him with a soft gaze. Your trembling seemed to lessen slightly, as though his presence—even as alien it was offered you some sort of... reassurance.

To you, he was a savior. To him, you were merely an enigma—one he would unravel.

[pinkpinkmermayyy]

guys hear me out

tfo megop sleeping beauty au

so in this au, the primes are never killed and sentinel is essentially kicked out of Iacon for trying to betray them and team up with the Quintessons, and he makes a makeshift lair in the vast deserts on the surface of Cybertron while trying to brew up a plan of revenge.

Later on, the Thirteen Primes are thinking a little less about Sentinel, especially with the arrival of the newest Prime, a sparkling named Optimus. To celebrate they invited the entirety of Iacon including the High Guard to what’s basically Optimus’s first birthday, and Starscream, Soundwave, and Shockwave plan to gift the new Prime three individual presents at the event.

At the beginning of the celebration, Optimus is declared to be betrothed to D-16, a High Guard in Training, and both are to become sparkmates when they reach the proper age.

Soundwave, Shockwave, and Starscream give their presents, with Starscream blessing Optimus with strength and health, while Shockwave grants him beauty, both inside and out. But when it’s Soundwave’s turn to give his gift, the doors to the Palace of the Primes blast open, revealing Sentinel and Airachnid right by his side.

He pretends to be upset that the Primes didn’t invite him to see this oh-so precious sparkling, before cursing him with a terrible fate: to prick his digit on the sharp edge of a seemingly ordinary mining tool, and have his spark die out.

The Primes are shocked and angry when this happens, especially Alpha Trion, who protectively cradles Optimus in his arms as the sparkling wailed.

The High Guard try to attack Sentinel but he flies away while Airachnid trails behind him in her alt mode, the vengeful false Prime cackling menacingly.

The Thirteen Primes are incredibly worried and frantic, Alpha Trion still clutching Optimus Prime as tightly as possible.

There was a panic set in the room, Iaconian civilians terrified of the encounter, while the High Guard were still in their fighting stances.

Soundwave analyzed the entire situation and then looked back at the sparkling crying, creating a solution that could possibly work to fend off Sentinel's awful curse.

He still presents his gift, but it's changed: his power isn't strong enough to completely overturn the curse but he's able to alter it, making Optimus fall asleep instead, only to wake up after receiving a true love's kiss.

Of course, that wasn't enough to deter the Primes' cautiousness, and they and the three High Guards devised a plan to make sure this curse never came to be; Starscream, Soundwave, and Shockwave would raise the child deep in the forests of Cybertron, naming him Orion Pax and keeping him safe until he passed the age of 16, and only then would he be brought to Iacon to live as Optimus Prime.

That also meant isolating the young Prime, something that became exceedingly difficult when Orion asked his three uncles why he couldn't meet other bots despite being allowed to explore the forests in front of him.

But little did Soundwave, Shockwave, and Starscream know, was that Orion met D-16 as a young bot and had become childhood friends with him in secret, something they'd find out with a nasty shock on Orion's 16th birthday.

@sentinelprimefanatic @sassycandypoetry

[transformersbrainrot]

MegOp is making me crazy as usual, but now I have some new, specific inspiration!

So it started with @that-fanperson-meg saying this under a post I made about the Transformers account posting a TFO MegOp edit.

I recognized the name of the song but had never actually listened to it, and hooooo boy, it activated something in the part of my brain that thinks about MegOp... So, I'm listening to this song, and I have the clearest vision that it's about Megatron's mindset/thoughts during his mental health's lowest point in the worst depths of the war. (fair warning, my analysis/brainrot is based on my own personal continuity/au, so there are some minor references to that, but it's all fairly standard, and I explain it a bit, so just go with it, and you shouldn't be confused.) Ok, preamble over. Time for the lyrical analysis:

I hope that our few remaining friends Give up on trying to save us I hope we come up with a failsafe plot To piss off the dumb few that forgave us I hope the fences we mended Fall down beneath their own weight And I hope we hang on past the last exit I hope it's already too late

Megatron assumes that Optimus is in just as bad of a place as he is. He's wrong, of course, OP certainly isn't enjoying himself, but he has an actual support system that he feels comfortable leaning on. On the other hand, Soundwave is the only thing even approaching a friend for Megatron (and he is waaay too closed off at this point to admit it). Starscream is a backstabbing, power-hungry sycophant with his own heap of baggage (I really gotta make a post about my version of all that sometime); Shockwave is purely logic-driven as usual, only interested in advancing the Cybertronian race via the Decepticon cause. By this time, Megatron feels like both sides are too deep into the war to even consider peace. He honestly can't fathom it.

And I hope the junkyard a few blocks from here Someday burns down And I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away And I never come back to this town again in my life

Megatron has always wanted to escape the path that was decided for him. But now, after losing what he and Orion had and the resulting fallout, he won't go quietly into the night, not before causing some irreparable damage first. And the war will do just that. He hopes the destruction the great war causes keeps pushing him forward, even out beyond Cybertron. At least then, he won't ever need to face the past and who he used to be. He couldn't recognize himself now if he tried, so he doesn't even try.

I hope I lie And tell everyone you were a good wife And I hope you die I hope we both die

Even though it's clear to him that they hate each other and are not good for each other, Megatron still has some form of loyalty to what he and Orion had. If somehow, someday, someone were to ask him about them, he wouldn’t tell them about all their problems, but instead that they were good together. Maybe if this hypothetical future version of Megatron doesn't mention all the pain their split caused, then maybe it was a little less real. He knows that as long as Optimus is around, he won't be able to stop fighting; he's just too hurt and angry. He wishes Optimus would just die, that they both would.

I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow I hope it bleeds all day long Our friends say it's darkest before the sun rises We're pretty sure they're all wrong I hope it stays dark forever I hope the worst isn't over And I hope you blink before I do And I hope I never get sober

Soundwave, the only even semi-positive influence on him right now, is the one telling Megatron it's darkest before the sun rises. Soundwave is a true believer in the original cause of the Decepticons, probably the last one in High Command; everyone else is either using the cause as a means to take out their pain (Megatron and Starscream) or as a means to an end (Shockwave). Megatron is finding it harder and harder to believe Soundwave with each passing day, and yet again assumes Optimus is doing the same. He's starting to hope it never ends. He's comfortable with it now; the war fills the hole that his old life left in him. All he really knows is that he can't bring himself to yield to Optimus and doesn't think he ever will. If he did, he wouldn't know what to do with himself.

And I hope when you think of me years down the line You can't find one good thing to say And I'd hope that if I found the strength to walk out You'd stay the hell out of my way

Megatron is hoping that Optimus is suffering too, since he is, and doesn’t want him to feel anything positive through this since he cannot. But at the same time, he’s trying so hard to be a bastard so that it won’t hurt as much. He does still want to speak well of their past if he gets the chance, so some loyalty or fondness remains deep down. If there were good times to look back on, there would be sadness that those times are over. If Optimus has nothing good to say about him, all he would feel is relief that that part of their lives is over.

I am drowning There is no sign of land You are coming down with me Hand in unlovable hand And I hope you die I hope we both die

Megatron can't see any way out of where he's gotten them. To him, there's no path to peace anymore. The only solace Megatron can find is the hope that Optimus falls with him. Even now, the two of their fates must be interlocked, as if it were a universal constant to him - simple common sense. He just wants it to be over, even as he can't bring himself to stop.

[just-absolutely-super]

Elita for the character ask?

send me a character and i’ll list:

Favorite thing about them

Elita was created to be a badass and I love that for her. Being Optimus’s love interest was part of that concept, but the goal was for her to be his equal, meaning she has to match him in strength and wit and I think that was very rad of writers from 1985

Least favorite thing about them

that she’s not in every continuity

I don’t know much about her IDW incarnation, but from what I’ve seen in like…2 panels, it feels like they put too much focus on her being a strong, tough leader and didn’t give her any sense of empathy. I could be wrong though, but no one ever likes to talk about IDW Elita

Favorite line

Not really a specific line, but her entire pep talk to Orion in TFO was fantastic. It was a moment of softness for Elita’s character, showing her respect for Orion and his optimism and hopefulness. She’s not his former mining captain anymore in this moment, but his friend

Brotp

With Chromia, Arcee and other female Autobots on her G1 team

And Bee who is her adopted son lol

Otp

With Optimus of course lol

Notp

With Megatron and Shockwave

Random headcanon

TFO universe: When Elita was first created, her designation name was actually AR-137 (meant to be read as “Ariel” in reference to who she was in G1 before Alpha Trion rebuilt her). She changed her name once she started climbing the ranks of the mines to Elita-1 because she aimed to be the best

Unpopular opinion

Not sure how unpopular this is because from what I’ve seen the fandom is a bit divided on it, but I like Elita being a mother figure. You can be a no-nonsense tough girl boss and have a nurturing, caring side

Song i associate with them

Don’t really have one specific to Elita. I guess a typical girl power song would do like Survivor by Destiny’s Child lolol

Favorite picture of them

Not so much a picture but a gif

Get fucked Shockwave lmaoooo

[ask-tfone-megatron]

@ask-tfa-optimus @silenceofthewave @lord-starscream @ask-tfo-shockwave @microlik @primuses-least-favorite-child @smokey-prime9000

positivity train!

if you see this or are tagged in it, tag a couple of your favorite mutuals/blogs and let them know you appreciate seeing them on your dash!

@h0neysugarfree @blueberrylovv @bequiteanddriveeeeeee @cherri-bomb-bomb @eg0mechan1c @fatrexicisback

[ask-tfo-shockwave]

*falls*

⭐️ ; SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU DIDNT SEE THAT !!!! SAY ANYTHING AND ILL MURDER YOU !!

*scutters away, sobbing in their hands*

@ask-tfone-megatron

[ask-tfo-shockwave]

Hi pookie wanna commit crimes?

⭐️ ; *confused*

⭐️ ; What the HELL does ‘ Pookie ‘ mean ????

[ask-tfo-shockwave]

🦴 ; I apologize, but asks will be turned off for a bit. I will probably open them in a week or so !

[ask-tfone-megatron]

@lord-starscream-tfone @silenceofthewave @ask-tfo-shockwave

Deceptibunnies!!!!!! (And hare starscream) Need 50 more. I might try doing some autobunnies next

[ask-tfo-shockwave]

can I eat your drywall

(PS: turn off your asks, there’s a group that will be sending gore of real children and people in asks!)

⭐️ ; WHAT ?!! YOU CANNOT EAT MY DRYWALL !! SHOO YOU VERMIN !!!!

( 🦴 ; what ?!! Will do, tysm for telling me.. )

[ask-tfone-megatron]

@silenceofthewave @lord-starscream-tfone @ask-tfo-shockwave

”Soundwave put a gag on that one” “Soundwave read that guy’s mind” “Soundwa—“ I KNOW they drive him crazy the way he’s the only competent one, wouldn’t be surprised if the rest of the high guard often goes to him for most problems (esp when they’re like “I TOLD you it wasn’t tight enough” or “that just means he believes himself” y’all omg then don’t tell him to do stuff if you’re just gonna say he did it wrong 😭)

And so this is how Soundwave copes with the stress