#domestic mechs

[okayest-rogue-mech-pilots]

Affini will take any opportunity to make something or someone cute, won't they!?!? Go ahead and feminize someone during surgery to replace limbs without the patient's knowledge, because why not???

You complaining?

Fuck no this is amazing, but why???

[nebulo-philiac]

"She's not so hot!"

"SHE'S HOT ENOUGH TO REPLACE YOU WHENEVER I WANT-"

This is still my favorite megastar exchange because it implies that Megatron only keeps starscream around because he's hot, not because of any actual combat or military releated reason, but because he's fucking eyecandy LMFAOOO

[themagicmusicman]

“I beat my wife. She’s a drum”

-Jonny talking about the Drumb

[fleshengine]

The problem being that the affini in HDG are essentially an anti-plot device and act as their own deus ex platae. There can be no long term conflict, there can be no back and forth, one side will always win every time.

Once someone figures out how to make a mech TTRPG set in the HDG universe, it'll be all over for us trans gals.

[r0ryy]

Aria and Jacqui my original otp for ship bingo 🙏

I LOVE THHHEEEEMMMM!!!! The way they find family in each other makes me WEAK

[rik0shii]

Hello! (＠＾＾＠)／

I saw on your post asking for requests that it was tagged with Love and Deepspace, if so....

Would it be possible to request a Sylus x mc/reader who had just gotten off a long shift and is absolutely exhausted? Like she just wants to collapse on the sofa and sleep forever but he refuses, insisting on taking care of her before finally curling up together in bed for the night.

(^-^) Bonus Points if Mephisto curls up with them.

Thank you so much!!

“Rest, My Love”

Exhausted from a long day at the Association, you barely stay on your feet before Sylus catches you, refusing to let you collapse. He carries you to bed, his touch gentle as he helps you get comfortable. Just as sleep pulls you under, Mephisto moves closer—his metal frame curling up beside you, silent but watchful. Between Sylus’s warmth and Mephisto’s quiet presence, you finally feel safe enough to rest.

(Sylus x Reader | Featuring Mephisto | Hurt/Comfort & Fluff | Exhaustion, Soft Domestic Moments, Gentle Caretaking, Protective Mech Crow)

hii thank you for requesting!!! i hope you like it, reposts and comments are appreciated <3

By the time you step through the door, exhaustion is a physical weight dragging at your limbs.

Your body aches, your head is heavy, and all you can think about is sleep. Nothing else. No shower, no food—just collapsing into the nearest soft surface and letting unconsciousness take you.

You barely make it three steps before your legs give out.

But before you can hit the couch, strong arms catch you.

“Woah, there.”

The deep rumble of Sylus’s voice is the only thing grounding you as he effortlessly pulls you against his chest. One arm steadies you while the other slides under your knees, and in one smooth motion, he lifts you into his arms.

A tired sound escapes you as your head leans against his shoulder. His warmth is immediate, seeping into your aching muscles, and for a moment, you just let yourself relax.

“Was it a long day at the Association?” he asks, voice low and gentle.

You manage a sluggish nod.

Sylus exhales, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Figured. You’re dead on your feet, sweetheart.”

From somewhere nearby, there’s a faint whirring sound.

Through half-lidded eyes, you catch a flash of red optics perched near the doorway.

Mephisto.

The mechanical crow sits silent and still, his unblinking red eyes locked onto you.

He doesn’t make a sound. Doesn’t move.

Just watches.

Normally, Mephisto would be somewhere high up, observing everything from a distance, keeping an emotionless, mechanical eye on his surroundings. But tonight, he’s closer.

Watching you.

Sylus doesn’t spare him a glance as he carries you into the bedroom. His grip is secure but gentle, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go.

When he sets you down on the bed, the mattress embraces you immediately, soft and warm.

But just as you’re about to drift off, Sylus’s hands gently pull you back.

“Not yet,” he murmurs, voice softer than usual. “We’re not sleeping until you’re comfortable.”

You groan weakly in protest. “Too tired, Sylus…”

He chuckles, a low, affectionate sound, before slowly removing your boots, fingers brushing over your ankles as he works. “I know, sweetheart. That’s why I’m helping you.”

Normally, you’d insist you could do it yourself. But tonight, you just let him.

He takes his time, replacing your outer layers with one of his oversized shirts. The fabric is soft and familiar, smelling faintly of leather and something undeniably Sylus. The moment it touches your skin, a deep sigh escapes you.

Before you can sink into the mattress again, Sylus disappears for a moment—only to return seconds later with a warm cloth.

You try to mumble something—some weak protest—but he shushes you gently, his movements careful and deliberate as he wipes away the exhaustion clinging to your skin.

His hands are so gentle. Reverent. Like you’re something fragile.

By the time he’s done, you feel so much lighter.

There’s another faint whirring sound near the bed.

Through half-lidded eyes, you watch as Mephisto shifts from his usual perch on the headboard.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, he moves closer.

He doesn’t hop. Doesn’t flutter his wings. He just moves.

Closer.

And then—

He curls up beside you.

The mechanical crow tucks himself neatly at your side, his metal body pressing lightly against you, just close enough for you to feel his presence.

He’s… warm.

Not like Sylus, not naturally, but some part of him emits a faint, steady heat. Maybe a built-in function, maybe just a side effect of his systems running. Either way, the sensation is soothing.

His red optics blink slowly, scanning you, monitoring.

Guarding.

Your chest tightens at the realization.

Mephisto—who always kept his distance, who never showed concern the way Sylus did—was staying close.

Watching over you.

Protecting you.

A deep warmth curls in your chest, and even though your body is too heavy to move, you let your fingers brush against his metallic frame.

Mephisto doesn’t react.

But he doesn’t move away.

Sylus notices but doesn’t comment. Instead, he slides into bed beside you, pulling the blankets over both of you before wrapping an arm securely around your waist.

His warmth immediately surrounds you, his presence grounding.

You barely have the strength to move, but you nuzzle closer anyway, pressing your face into the crook of his neck.

Sylus lets out a slow, satisfied sigh, his hand rubbing small circles against your back.

“Sleep, sweetheart,” he whispers against your hair. “I’ve got you.”

Your body is already giving in, exhaustion pulling you under.

The last thing you see before sleep fully takes you is—

—Sylus, holding you close.

—Mephisto, curled up beside you, his glowing red optics blinking in slow, rhythmic intervals.

Still watching.

Still guarding.

And for the first time today—

You feel safe.

And then—

You sleep.

[emelinstriker]

May you share your TFP Decepticon headcanons 👁️👁️

If you want specifics, then their domestic lives? (Or what one can achieve akin to a domestic life in time of war 💀)

I did NOT expect to see any ask regarding TFP- Or at least till I switch fandoms again- So like I can't really think of many X Reader headcanons right now. So I just wrote down like 3 for each. I'm also not quite sure how to condense domestic points, cuz I suck at general fluff when my hyperfixation is elsewhere- So sorry if these don't feel like they're really in the domestic direction fhgnfhg

Only doing some Decepticons though-

☆ ~ Headcanons ~ ☆

☆ Megatron

He do be a busy mech, so he doesn't have too much time on his servos. Therefore he cherishes it whenever he gets to have private moments with just his human and no interruptions.

Likes to carry you around on his shoulder pad- It just generally makes it safer for you, in his opinion, and more comforting for him.

Any that would merely look at you weirdly would face the wrath of Lord Megatron. You can tell him not to punish the other Cybertronian though. He does listen... sometimes.

☆ Starscream

Mans refusing to show affection towards you around other Decepticons, especially Megatron. But he's just melting around you when in private.

He prefers recharging with you lying on him. It's oddly soothing having his human on his chassis.

Tends to look for you as comfort whenever he had a bad day with Megatron.

☆ Soundwave

Despite the amount of work he does and how busy he is, he doesn't really fail at also paying attention to you. He's truly a multi-tasker.

Would let Laserbeak play with you though if his extra appendages and music can't keep you busy.

Very loving towards his human. He may not talk, but he uses emoticons on his visor to display how much he loves you.

☆ Shockwave

Just don't play with whatever materials he needs to conduct his experiments and you're good to go. Play with his antennae and ear fins while on his shoulder pad instead.

He gets easily distracted by his human. He knows it's illogical with the major size difference, and how he should just be able to ignore you. But he can't help it nor explain this phenomenon.

He also also can't explain why he has this urge to gently pat you with a digit.

☆ Knockout

While he does buff himself on his own, or has Breakdown help him, he does enjoy it when you're buffing him instead as well. Especially when he's in his alt mode.

Speaking of which, expect drive-in theater dates. Just don't get his interior dirty with snack crumbs.

Worries a lot about your health. If you're sick, he'll keep you close to him to make sure you're actually alright. But no kisses from him till you're no longer coughing and sneezing. He just buffed himself and doesn't need your sickly fluids on his frame.

☆ Predaking

Tends to pick you up whenever he wants attention. You were talking to Steve? Nah, now you gotta give your giant mecha dragon pets and kisses.

He also enjoys carrying you around on his frame whenever he can. At least he won't have to look where he goes this way.

While he has to go on missions from time to time, it's not a common thing due to his value, so a lot of his time is spent protectively watching over his human.

[circuitfurscaleandvine]

🔥It makes perfect sense for the Terrans to use Mecha against the Affini after all~ Lets see, what are some good narrative threads…

Physical Atrophy Acceptance: The Pilot struggling to move, unused to her "normal "real" body and barely having any muscles. Scenes of her crawling, first to get away, then toward her affini. The Affini slowly giving her more and more muscle mass, her taking steps and crumpling, until her therapist/affini learns from Class D's that she's more comfortable being weak.

Flesh Dysphoria: Separation anxiety as she spends more time outside her cockpit than she has in years. The pain of feeling too human. The disgust of feeling her own nerves and muscles. puking up even the best cooking. Made worse when they try to remove her plugsuit, her skin's drug-induced hypersensativity to light forming rashes, the lightest wind agonizing.

Addiction transfer: Affini finding out that the pilot is addicted and that, given it will take time for them to synthesize her needed drugs (let alone improved ones), so they have to go back to salvage what's left of her mecha and put her into it regularly. Slowly weaning her off the worst of the drugs, at first aiming to get her off them entirely. Pilot experiencing mixed feelings at sobriety, hating she dependence but hating how she feels sober, eventually choosing/begging for xenodrugs and a constant healthy high.

Affini Revulsion: Scenes of the local affini mechanic looking the mech over, digging in deeper, complaining of all the horrors (both technological and capitalistic) that are contained in it, seemingly crafted to harm the pilot as much as their enemy. Even more horrified when they learn the mechs are often put through bloodsport arena fights, with the pilots never being told whether a mission is to the death or not.

Escape Attempt via Mech: The Pilot's initial escape plan being to get back into the cockpit. She doesn't realize they're putting her back in while she's sedated, kept under while the combat drugs work into and back out of her system, so she doesn't realize how damaged the chassis is. She thinks that if she can /just/ crawl back in, she'll be able to escape. At the escape climax she makes it in, only to find multiple critical systems missing, and stays aware just long enough for her mind to shatter as the worried Affini outside start to break through the cockpit.

Aftermath: chapters showing the pilot in a much smaller armor suit, fully covered except for her face, walking among friends, before finding her affini and being ejected into their vines, revealing her plug-suit-covered form is still too weak to move, held lovingly as her implant shifts from the active drugs of her suit to the passive, accepting cocktail of being a held, loved, incapable

🔥Unfortunately, my system is /completely/ unskilled at narrative writing, so ideas are all I have to share. Hopefully it inspires someone~

I want to write some kind of mix between a mech pilot microfic post i read a while ago (Mech Pilot Care Guide by Heron Knight (I am scared of tagging but if u wanna see its just find @ heron-knight and look up mech pilot care guide, it changed my brain)) and HDG

Like

Feralist mech pilot falls in battle resisting the Affini. They get captured and then it's a story about 1. The affini comprehending just how fucked up feralists are willing to become to fight against them and 2. How the fuck do we fix this thing

They can't just use xenodrugs, they've gotta get the mech pilot drugs out and reverse their effects, they cant tell how they could conflict

They have to teach this pilot how to be human again just to break them back down into a good floret

Idk this is all very vague thoughts but it has potential I think

But I am bad at writing !

So someone else do it ig !

[l0vel3tterl0ver]

Melvika Headcannons: Domestic Night Routine Edition

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Content Warning: Domestic fluff, cuddling, non-sexual intimacy, established relationship (wlw), mentions of smoking and alcohol, SFW

wc: 1281 sorryyy

🎶Promise Me- Kiana Ledé🎶

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Before Bed…

- Mel will always have candles or incense lit. If Sevika smokes, sometimes she’ll do it in the room. Sometimes Mel gives her that “Uh uh.” look and she’ll take it on the balcony. But Mel secretly loves how the scents will mix and linger on Sevika—patchouli, tobacco, amber, and a hint of vanilla~

- Mel will play classical music or jazz on her little record player. Sevika always complains “You gonna play that racket again? They don’t even sing.” But she always seems more calm after Mel puts it on, especially with jazz.

- Sevika always showers first, because Mel will take an hour in the bathroom. She has one less arm and way less products than Mel (barely any); anything more than 20 minutes for her is excessive. But this way works for them.

- Mel likes walking into the bathroom after Sevika showers because it’s already warmed up for her, and she can still smell Sevika’s soap in the air.

- And Sevika can listen to Mel hum to the music in the shower as she gets dressed.

- When Mel comes out, a cloud of steam always follows her, the scent of her fancy soaps quickly fill the room.

- Before Mel is dry, before she even touches herself, she always offers to apply anti-chafe salve on Sevika’s arm where the metal plates are imbedded into her skin.

- Sometimes she won’t ask, she’ll just pick up the jar and Sevika will get into position on the loveseat at the end of the bed.

- When the air is profound like this, they won’t speak. Mel will still hum, and she will take her time massaging Sevika’s scarred skin around her plates.

- They often look into each other’s eyes, exchanging silent remarks like “Does this feel alright?” and “Thank you.”

- The best part of it all? When Sevika gets to watch Mel do her night routine.

- She will gladly sit back on the chaise and read while Mel props a smooth brown leg up on the stool to her vanity to rub her butters and creams all over her body.

- Sevika loves when Mel wears this one midnight blue silk robe. It compliments her mahogany skin and gold armor perfectly, she always looks lavish and delicious in it.

- “Are you really going to watch me apply cream to my legs?” Mel would say incredulously, stopping mid stroke on her propped leg. She’s luminous, her blue robe hangs open almost down to her navel, her full cleavage exposed.

- “Yeah. Now less talking, more rubbing.” Sevika replies, a smirk on her mouth hidden behind her book as she watches Mel with sniper eyes.

When it’s Time to Sleep…

- Sevika loves to play in Mel’s hair, or graze her metal fingers over Mel’s back.

- One time, Mel missed a gold cuff on one of her locs.

- Sevika, knowing that she removes all of them before she sleeps, gently coaxed it off while Mel slept. Mel smiled tenderly when she awoke the next morning to find Sevika gone and a single gold cuff on her side of the bed.

- When Mel sleeps on her chest, Sevika always practices her restraint with her mech hand by seeing how carefully she can twirl the ends of Mel’s hair.

- It was a subconscious habit she wasn’t aware she’d picked up.

- One night, Mel stirred as she slept on her chest. When Sevika looked over, her mech hand was pulling her hair. She instantly felt bad; defective.

- Sometimes it had a mind of its own. She’s been practicing ever since.

- Only got caught once when Mel’s hair got tangled in the joints of her metal fingers, and she had to wake her up in the middle of the night so they could cut it.

- It was NOT a pretty sight.

- But Mel can’t stay mad at Sevika; she actually thought it was kinda sweet.

- Now whenever Sevika doesn’t initiate, Mel will plop Sevika’s mech hand on top of her head to scratch her scalp.

- “Do I need to fire you? Hop to it.” Mel scolds. It’s always met with a sarcastic “Yes ma’am” or “As you wish, princess.” from Sevika. Puts her right to sleep every time.

- Speaking of sleep, Sevika generally doesn’t do a lot of it, even less when she’s with Mel. Although the Medarda Manor is heavily guarded, Sevika takes pride in staying up to watch over Mel while she sleeps.

- If something were to happen, or if someone were to break in, at least she can be awake and be a last line of defense between Mel and any potential danger. She loves watching Mel sleep.

- Not just to ensure her safety, but also because she’s so freaking cute.

- Sevika will never tell her, and it doesn’t always happen, but Mel talks in her sleep. Murmurs really, but it’s always with the same attitude and inflection as if she were wide awake.

- Sevika loves to watch her eyebrows scrunch or her nose twitch, it’s fucking adorable.

- Sevika knows that sleep is a luxury. In Zaun, you can never get too comfortable, your reflexes have to always be on and sharp. Only someone of such a high status that could afford to be so guarded could sleep so easily, so unaware and relaxed.

- But Sevika liked it this way. She liked when Mel was relaxed, not stressing about the politics of the day or the issues of tomorrow. She liked that Mel felt comfortable enough with her to fall asleep, to dream. Even though Mel was definitely a spoiled princess, Sevika didn’t mind. Mel was her princess.

- They definitely cuddle, no matter what Sevika says.

- And Sevika is definitely the little spoon as much as Mel is.

- Like come on, Mel was on Jayce like a backpack after they banged. She loves to express her affection through physical touch, and Sevika is touch-famished. She loves the feeling of Mel’s skinny little fingers tickling and caressing all over her.

- If Mel does fall asleep on her chest, Sevika loves to reach down with her flesh hand and hook Mel’s thigh over her.

- Mel is more often than not wearing some kind of silk nightgown or négligée, most of them custom made with slits on either side to let her gold armor show through.

- Drives Sevika fucking crazy.

- She loves to kneed her flesh hand into Mel’s strong thigh when they lay like this.

- Sevika can’t fully describe the feeling she gets when she runs her hand over Mel’s armor.

- It feels almost too intimate, closer than being inside her or kissing her.

- Happy? Special? Sevika didn’t know, but it definitely made her feel good that she got to touch Mel this way; that Mel let her touch her this way, that she wanted her to.

- When Sevika does sleep, and it’s a deeper sleep, she snores like a lumberjack.

- Most times Mel finds it endearing or blocks it out, but some nights she can’t take it and Sevika wakes up with a smack upside her head or a pillow over her face.

- “Were you actually gonna smother me?” Sevika asks groggily, rubbing her eye and blinking up at Mel as she straddles her with her pillow in the air.

- “Still considering it.” Mel says as she slides off of her.

- If it becomes too much, Mel will make her a special Noxian sleepy tea, one her older brother would make her when she had nightmares as a child.

- Sevika hates it, and will only drink it if she mixes her whiskey into it.

- Mel lets her, because sleepy bed-headed Sevika holding a tiny tea cup and saucer makes Mel’s heart swoon.

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I need them together so bad.

[dimorphodon-x]

Praxian metro raptor

The Praxian metro raptor is a mechanimal domesticated for law enforcement. They are social and intelligent but difficult to keep, demanding a lot of space, enrichment, and fuel.

Metro raptors are some of the few beasts that have vehicle alt modes, able to transform into an odd sort of motorcycle. Their altmodes make it easier for them to keep up with their handlers while on the road, and chase down fleeing suspects. Once they are tasked in tackling a suspect, metro raptors will pin mechs down and try to restrain them with their weight, arms and teeth.

In relation to their long extinct ancestors, metro raptors have soft mouths and blunt teeth that are better suited for gripping. While it their bite can still hurt and require medical repairs, it’s rare for them to be lethal.

—

Prowl had no intentions on working with Praxian metro raptors during his career as a detective, however when Red and Blue (pictured above) were specifically programmed/ trained for investigative work and imprinted to his spark signature, he was stuck with the two. Red and Blue were adept at sniffing out chemicals, spark signatures, spilled energon and so on, and were able to send the information directly to Prowl in real time.

When not working, both of Prowl’s raptors tended to be nuisances, laying in inconvenient places and sticking their noses in things they shouldn’t be touching. Green at least kept them a bit more in line as she made it very clear to them that she was in charge.

[tinydefector]

Did my fever brain just hit me with another great idea, yes it did so enjoy.

Domestic Cybertron

Imagine another Au where humans take refugees on cybertron. They build a pretty decided coexistence. They have jobs and houses. The only difference is they don't have transport outside of the large public transport systems. Can you imagine running out of your house in a panic after just locking it, basically weaving through your cybertronian neighbours as they cheer you on for your first day in a new job. Bolting down the street in a rush, narrowly missing colliding with another mechs leg as you jump over their pede. Them calling out "Oi watch it !" They getting breathless as they run only for a mech to pull up beside them keeping pace, the mech being a friend of some sort trying to chat them up. "Can't talk! I'm going to be late!" They state only for the bot to let out a rumble. "Jump on I'll get you there quicker than your legs will" winding their window down so you can grab the scare bar as they get you the 3 blocks over much quicker than your legs would have. As they get closer, the bot is still eagerly chatting them up, trying to ask them out for drinks even as they jump off his side and bolt towards the doors to the building. "I'll take you out for Energon after work! Thank you!" They call out as they disappear inside. It makes the mech buzz with delight of finally getting that date with the human before heading off to wherever they were heading.

There's so much potential here. Give me humans living on cybertron with the bots in coexistence, shared work places, jobs. Coming home from work to see the local kids and minibots and cassette playing basketball or street cricket, bots having one of the car nut bros doing their detalinging due to their talent and skill. Mechs car pulling their friend or neighbour to work because they work in the same area. Mechs who have such a hobby collecting human things like shoes as decorations, and humans doing the same with things from Cybertron. Both earth and Cybertron having decent trade.

So yea, another idea I might put into writies in the future. because this is something that my fever brain has demanded

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[mychlapci]

tbh i need rodimus to be domesticated. and by this i mean. rodimus doesnt care much about others or himself and will be reckless all the time... unless hes pregnant. he's a narcissistic asshole but not THAT much. he cares abt his sparkling so so much (he has a beautiful mind). so the first time he gets knocked up after like... a lost light free use night or whatever? ok, fine. an accident. of COURSE hes keeping it. its his first pregnancy so his tummy only gets a cute little bump and his titties swell juust a little. like a magazine perfect pregnancy. sadly he cant have baffles / birth control installed while hes nursing his little bitty bc it would contaminate the energon milk and Oops. hes knocked up again by a different mech. welp. and every time it happens everyone realizes that Hey when roddy's pregnant he isn't speeding down the halls or getting the ship to go into dangerous meteor fields for funsies... that's... hmm... so even without a formal agreement, every time he has a sparkling be born some other mech will swing by like Heyy ^^ and because roddy is a loose slut shareware open valve ass kinda mech he gets knocked up riiight back. and each pregnancy shows more! by his fifth he isn't having that cute magazine perfect little bump. His body has settled and he has a big ol tummy that's so swollen he has to remove abdominal plating for comfort and his tits are so so so big and swollen and lowkey kinda saggy that his chest armor is soo uncomfy. and he keeps saying this sparkling is the last one for real bc he wants to have fun!! but the stress of being a single mama (not really single. everyone chips in ofc. but none of the fathers officially step up even tho its sooo obvious when the sparklins are born w their build or colors) is soo stressful and he cant help but take spike when offered and oopsie pregnant again,

i’ve been saying this!! milf him up!! Rodimus can't keep his panels closed to save his life, he'll just keep getting himself knocked up again and again like the slut he is. the whole lost light likes him better like this, with a toddler on his hip and a baby on his tit. his tummy's all stretched because of all the pregnancies and his tits are saggy and covered in stretch-marks. thankfully, no one seems to mind, as he gets plenty of spike cumming raw in him daily.

[rawmeknockout]

Give me more CILF (Creator I'd like to fuck) writing! Please, I beg of you!

an assortment!

Rodimus is the young, hot, eager- to-please Captain that wants to spark you up soooo bad. There's just something so hot about the way you care so fiercely for your sparkling, it really gets his engine revving. He knows he's younger than you, but that doesn't make him any less of a mech! In fact, he's got all the energy and stamina a sire could need to look after any (potential) future sparklings you might have together. He's always looking to impress you, almost tripping over himself to prove he's the mech for you. Drift has heard enough of his delulu daydreams about how much he'd like to give you another. He's always been attracted to older mechs (hard not to be when your entire population is as long-lived as Cybertronians. He may be your boss, a headstrong and over-confident sort of guy, but he could be gentle if you wanted him to be! Let him show you!

Megatron is much quieter in his appreciation of you. It's not that the thought hasn't crossed his mind that you would look SO good carrying his sparkling, it's just that he's well aware how awful a decision that would be. Doesn't stop him from cranking his shaft to the idea. He's perfectly happy to look after the sparkling you already have when you need a break. Some might say he's the very last mech that should be in charge of looking after a sparkling, but he believes that some Autobots are far too self-sacrificing. Sure, he's now committed to the Autobots, but he still holds his personal belief that Cybertronians have value far greater than any self-perceived benefit to others. He will teach your sparkling that they exist first for themselves and for no other to take advantage of: be it a system or an individual. It just sort of helps that looking after your sparkling and ingratiating himself to them also puts him in closer proximity to you.

Ratchet won't ever admit it but the prospect of having a sparkling has always been so tempting for him. Of course, he was never in any position to have a sparkling of his own, first with his practice in Dead End and then the war, and now that he's quite a bit older the chances of that have gone down tremendously. In fact, he sees it as almost bordering on negligent to conceive one. But when he sees you with your sparkling his fantasies and daydreams of a domestic life come surging to the forefront of his processor. It's hard not to feel envy towards you, even if you're forced to care for your sparkling alone, but he tries to stamp out those feelings. You're not deserving of his resentment because he chose not to have bitlets. When he gets to know you better he feels all the worse for having been envious of you, and incredibly grateful that you would let him look after your sparkling. Even if the bitlet isn't his, Ratchet is attached to your offspring like no other and is always fussing after their (and your) care. If Drift notices a difference in Ratchet's demeanor, a certain wistfulness about him, he doesn't bring it up. He knows Ratchet would simply be reluctant to give himself what he wants, although Ratchet carrying the sparkling isn't the only option...

Whirl thinks it's hot. Okay, sure he thinks a lot of things are sexy that aren't supposed to be (that one time Brainstorm's optic was hanging from the socket, for example) but this one of normal! He insists. It's not everyday you meet a Cybertronian who has carried their own offspring. It's sort of an uncommon practice and definitely the most dangerous given the alternatives, but that's part of what makes it so sexy. Rung has informed him that is, actually, a little fucked up (not his words). Whirl would like to know what you looked like carrying. Not every carrier's frame will change drastically, in fact many don't if their armor is bulky enough, but maybe yours did. The fact your frame is so... powerful in a sense, resilient, and durable is kind of a turn on for him. But then again, Whirl gets heated if there's a gun pointed at him, so maybe it is fucked up. Your frame went through all the taxing processes of creating another Cybertronian, and you didn't die! What he wouldn't give to put your frame through it's paces again... Ultra Magnus has gently tried to convince you to get a restraining order against Whirl.

[wifetomegatron]

i have this little worm in my brain that's obsessed with the idea of putting cybertronians in normal, everyday scenarios. to pluck these blocky, stiff characters and drop them into a landscape so smooth, so gentle, that they stand out like a sore thumb. a shadow across a monet painting : from far away nothing looks out of place, but the closer you look, the more you realise that this is absurd.

and yet i love first contact aus, where earth has established a semi-stable understanding with cybertron that assimilation has gone as far as mechs being able to roam around the streets and go unnoticed by the crowd of humans. that they can sit and dine in restaurants with their human partners or friends, nursing a glass of energon, while they catch up on each other's lives. where mass displacement and gravity adjusting machines are accessible so these bots don't destroy or ruin everything they touch in this little blue planet and instead learn how to adapt to it. to not only live but to live together : 

fortress maximus having breakfast with you in your shared apartment.

swerve shaking up drinks for human patrons at his bar.

rodimus walking his date down the street of their home.

ratchet and drift going through the christmas market. skids helping you with your jewellery by the vanity table. velocity pushing the cart while you shop for groceries.

it's ridiculous and makes little sense but it is also wishful thinking. and most of my thoughts consist of mourning the painfully tender slice of normalcy humans could have given these giant war-raging bots if given the chance.

how we can finally find a way to fit the sharp and unyielding edges of their armors against the curve of our open palms. so they can learn how to be finally grounded to the soil and not drift against the nothingness of space. word barf but i'm going insane.

give me the domestic bliss i deserve with my sixty foot tall alien husband or i will explode like confetti.

[birthdaycakeplate]

HALSKEJE EKEKEK

Autobots join the ‘Nemesis exploration crew’ post war and their dOmEsTiC aTtRiBuTeS are completely forgotten about while issuing them war mech upgrades

Tldr; civil mechs have Energon reserves that war machines don’t

We do not shame bodies with big boobas (or tiny boobas) We must celebrate them 🥹🤲

(This is a personal assault on myself, because I like to imagine they all have these and Blitzwing is among those assigned some of the biggest, but Animated has always been the special exception when it comes to differences in species between the factions, so forbidden inspiration took hold)

[thetravelingegg]

Hello! We are happy that you have chosen to become a crew member of the Lost Light. Before you get started there are some rules you must follow to ensure your safety for the duration of the journey.

Rules for the Lost Light:

1. If you see a yellow briefcase, don’t touch it and immediately notify Ultra Magnus of its whereabouts.

2. Do not, for any reason, be within 50 ft of the engine during takeoff. If you ignore this rule then we are not responsible for what happens to you.

3. If you are in the engine room and you hear a voice whispering “kill me”, you’re imagining things. Do not tell anyone else about it.

4. If you hear a really loud BOOM, do not initiate your transformation cog and make your way to the medibay.

5. If suddenly all of the lights turn off, lock all doors and don’t leave the room. Try to make as little noise as possible and do not attempt to turn on any lights. Don’t let any unfamiliar bots inside the room. DO NOT let him see you.

6. If at any point on this journey you find corpses with these characteristics, it is imperative that you immediately notify your captains and leave the area:

- Missing T-cog

- Processor in it’s mouth

- A face covered in puncture marks

- Has been electrocuted to death

- Has been grounded up

7. If you ever hear someone singing or humming the song The Empurean Suite nearby, IMMEDIATELY leave the area. Do whatever you need to do to get away. Anything is better than letting them catch you.

8. Don’t sing or hum The Empyrean Suite.

9. There are scraplets in the oil reservoir. Don’t worry she is mostly domesticated and will not harm you unless it is her feeding time. Do not swim in the reservoir at the times of 10:00 and 25:00

10. The Lost Light has no psychiatrist. If a mech with a grey mouthpiece claims to be one and proposes having sessions with him, do not agree and immediately notify your captains.

11. If you are looking old Lost Light footage or logs and you see any mention of an orange and white bot with glasses and a spark window, named Rung, occupation: psychiatrist, immediately cease looking at the document and give it to the ships archivist Rewind. This mech does not exist. The Lost Light has no psychiatrist.

12. If someone leaves and then comes back acting strangely and with fresh puncture wounds in the nape of their neck, immediately notify your captains.