#hoist

[niiwa-angel]

Living through a war is tough but it's harder when you also have to raise sparkling. You can't completely let them know what's going on but you ant keep them totally in the dark either. Which leads to some odd chaos at the Autobots base.

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Prowl: Question. Why is your sparkling here? This is a battle preparatory meeting.

Optimus: He's keeping minutes.

Bumblebee, scribbling on a drawing pad: 🙂‍↕️

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Ironhide: Everyone please remember to check containers before sending them to the trash compartment. I just found Sunstreaker napping in one.

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Optimus: Reminder, weapons are to be locked and secured at all times. Putting them on a high shelf doesn't count, Cliffjumper just climbs up to get them. We cannot have a thermal grenade in the hands of someone who still puts everything he finds in his mouth.

Hound: Is that why my thermal grenade was all slimy?

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Ratchet: Alright! I know we're often in a hurry but can bots please watch their freaking feet! This is the third time this deca-cycle I've had to treat a sparkling because they got stepped on!

Hoist: Frags sake guys, they're brightly coloured.

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Jazz: Whoever gave Sunny and Sides a whole bunch of rust sticks right before their bedtime and then sent them back to me: I will find you and payback is a glitch.

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Optimus: If you're going to bring me a sparkling to complain about, can you at least make sure it's one of mine? Wheeljack, you brought me Sideswipe yesterday and were convinced he was Hot Rod.

Wheeljack: We have too many red sparklings. I think we should get rid of whichever one keeps getting into my lab!

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Hoist: Just because the Sparklings like the rust sticks doesn't mean they can eat them for every meal! They need proper nutrition!

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Optimus: I don't disagree with assigning chores to the Sparklings but 'fetch me some high grade' is not an appropriate chore.

Optimus: And rewarding them with a sip is definitely not appropriate.

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Ratchet: I understand tensions are a little high right now, but some of you need to keep your fight or flight protocols in check. Our first reaction upon seeing a little bot running towards you should not be to kick them.

Ironhide: I am so sorry for that, I had just woken up!

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Optimus: Appropriate punishments for the Sparklings do not include welding them to the walls! I don't know who stuck Sideswipe up there but you need to go let him down.

Wheeljack: That oughta teach that little Fragger to stay out of my lab.

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Jazz: I know my two tend to get into the most trouble but can you all please double check before blaming them? Someone sent Sunstreaker to time out because of something Ravage got in here and took.

Prowl: Wish Ravage had taken Sunstreaker.

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Elita-One: Everyone be aware, Cliffjumper figured out how to get into the vents. Please make sure all vent grates are properly secure.

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Optimus: At the risk of sounding unprofessional, I JUST got Bumblebee settled down for a nap, if anybot wakes him, they WILL be sent to play chicken with the Decepticon turrets.

[mauditeaffaire]

some nature centered postcards for the master builders :)) theyre my favs but poor blokes get zero content 

[drabbletron]

Bots and the Zoomies! FLUFF

|| Cleaning/editing old things and found this. Fluff be upon ye! ||

Hound: Is confused as to what’s gotten into but, when you tell him it’s a human thing, he absolutely loves it. Will play along and is very careful not to hurt you. Is especially fond of you squishing yourself up against him or try to tickle him (go for the neck!). Loves when you finally crash and fall asleep curled up next to him. Trailbreaker: He thinks it is the cutest thing and plays along into it. Will gently wrestle you with his hand and cage you on his chest between his servos. Sometimes he'll use his forcefields to block where you run to and others he’s ok to lay still while you run all over him. Has been known to trap you in a little bubble to see you run across the floor like a hamster in a ball. Bluestreak: Is kinda confused but doesn't mind in the slightest. He likes to mass displace so you can be all over him and that way he can hold you when you finally settle down. Sometimes he's the one that starts the zoomies and tries to play with you. It helps him wind down too and shows him everything is ok. Swerve: 100% loves it. He loves when you climb all over him and give him funny little kisses. Will tickle you every time and wrestle a bit with you. It’s a size thing really, and he’s never been happier to be short. Has only ever dropped you off the berth once and he felt terrible, but you never stopped laughing, that got him laughing. Likes being slap happy with you. Hoist: Has no idea what’s going on but laughs with you anyway, and it always surprises him whenever it happens. Likes hearing you laugh while you play with his hands and will take the time to examine you too. Having you on him is just a reassurance that you’re there and he’s not alone. Loves being near you really and this only livens up his day. Rodimus: He also gets the zoomies and always joins in when you get silly. It’s refreshing to him that you play like he does and that he doesn’t need to be serious. Has a great time and likes play wrestling with you be it using his hands to chase you around the berth or mass displacing to tickle you. It’s always a good time and you’re both usually tuckered out by the end. Great way to end the day.

[aoko999]

[hoiststowline]

i love this comic so much. so. so. much. my favorite. hoist.

[potato-sauce]

Sunstreaker is damn right

[tiny-tf-faces]

Hello again! :D I've come back to offer you another batch of barely recognisable colourful blobs, specifically ones selected from the G1 cartoon

In order of appearance, we have: Brawn, Windcharger, Skyfire/Jetfire, Bumblebee, Jazz, Prowl, Spike, Thundercracker, Skywarp, Dirge, Ramjet, Thrust, Rumble, Hoist, and Grapple

Also I'm not entirely sure if you'd allow it, but I've decided to include some hilariously off-model Gobots in the mix as a little self indulgent bonus:

In order of these guy's appearance, we have: Smallfoot, Turbo, Scooter, and Crasher

(Fun fact: The first three Gobot pictures were all taken from the same shot, and the other two were from the same episode as that shot as well. The episode Ring Of Fire had a whole host of off-model moments jhgfdghjh)

Wow, that's so many! I'm gonna get lazy in the tags for this one. Thanks for sharing your collection!

I know pretty much nothing about Gobots, but it's interesting to have them on the blog! Valid too, since (if I remember correctly) they're Hasbro-owned car robots

[grandboute]

[anonymousbeeblurr]

LOL

Dance

[evetronia]

I had a spurt of photography.

[deepfriedhopesanddreams]

Steel'ndipity au Wedge!

[altraviolet]

lil TEG IDW easter egg- Hoist

every once in a while I'll reread bits of TEG and note things I stuck in there

from Ch 14, when Powerflash takes Soundwave out onto the hull for the first time to do the barnacle-scraping chore with Hoist:

There were only two saving graces: one was that Hoist was the quiet type. Other than general guidance and barnacle identification, the only thing he said was .:I honestly think I'd rather be alone than with you:. .:oh-ho:. comm'd Powerflash, as if Hoist had served up the most scathing insult this side of the ship.

This is, actually, a scathing insult, because it's a reference to the IDW oneshot comic "Spotlight: Hoist." tfwiki has the summary, but tl;dr Hoist's BIGGEST FEAR is being alone. so in the fic he's saying he'd rather be in his own phobia hell than with Soundwave. lol

[thermitereaction]

I'm not good at designing clothes.

[drabbletron]

Peace and Quiet: Hoist x Reader Smut

|| Hoist is the most average mech on the Lost Light as confirmed by his Spotlight, and he needs some love just like all the others. ||

🔞 MINORS DNI 🔞

"Come on, you can do it. I know you can."

He lowers you slowly onto his spike, keeping an eye on your reflection in the mirror in front of you. He watches his cable be swallowed by your soft little body, loves it when you clench on him.

"Hoist please!"

He shifts to hold one leg with his forearm so he can bring that servo to your mouth.

"Lick it for me."

You muster all the saliva you can to your mouth and lave his middle digits, making sure that when he pulls away there's a string connecting back to your mouth.

"Dirty thing" is his cheeky response as he reaches back down between your legs to gingerly rub your clit. The added attention combined with how he fills you so completely makes your toes curl and walls clench him tighter. Your head tips back against his chassis and stars dance in your eyes.

Hoist admires your face as you whimper out his name, his praise for giving you what you want, what he feels you deserve. He’s just helping you out because you shouldn't have to deal with half the bullshit you put up with on this loony bin of a ship. All these crazies stress you out, just like they do him, but at least you two have each other. Even if it's just interfacing while his roommate's away getting sloshed. It's some peace and quiet, well, as quiet as two lovers can really be, and he's thankful to share it with you.

Finally, you bottom out, and with a few little bunny-hop thrusts and some more rubbing, you're finishing on his spike. That aching burn mixing with the delicate way he strokes you gives way to a wanton groaning. He loves watching your slick ooze from where you're joined, glad he's responsible for your pleasure. Makes him feel special and maybe a little superior to all the others. He’s not known for his good looks, or his crazy skills, or his wild intellect, but he can be known for being your first choice among so many others. He’s certain he wasn’t the only one vying for your attention.

Hoist lets you catch your breath before he's pumping into you again, measured so as not to hurt you, but quick and deep to feel everything you have. He watches your body bouncing on his spike and smirks behind the facemask. He could watch you all day if that were an option.

"Love the way you take me. So damn tight!"

Your feeble whimpers bounce off the walls of his empty room and chase away the dark shadows and all that loneliness. Fill the silence he dreads most nights.

“Ah-ah- ah!” is the only sound you make and it mixes perfectly with the soft plap, plap, plap of your ass against his hips.

“So wet and soft -- gonna make you finish on my spike! You want that?” Hoist increases his pace and drives himself into you with unrestrained urgency. It’s not enough to really hurt you, but you’re certain there will be marks from his servos cupping the underside of your thighs.

“Yes! Please!”

“Frag, I knew it. You needed this! Need me to fill you up.”

“Fuck!”

His engine revs and his hips stutter their rhythm as he fills you, and from the angle he’s got you bent, it’s hitting just the right spot to have you climaxing with him.

Once he’s spent all he has into you he’s plopping on the berth heavily as you catch your breath. Hoist doesn’t even pull out as he unfurls you, preferring his spike plug you while he cups a serve to your cheek and tilts your head up. He retracts his mask and places a soft kiss on your forehead and all feels right in the world while your shaky breathing and his ragged venting mix in the dimness of the room.

[hoiststowline]

monday

_ x reader | prologue

"You don't notice it?"

Perhaps he could have waited for a slightly better situation to discard all of his gathered information, but it was one of the only times he's caught Sunstreaker alone and willing to discuss it in the past couple of days. Every instance he brought it up, the conversation didn't last long until they were interrupted or commed. It was becoming increasingly frustrating, especially since the bot in question was more than just aloof, none of them really knew much in reference to him or his reputation.

Bluestreak was on the verge of just blurting it out, the curiosity building until it was too far gone, temptation overflowing to just ask Hoist himself. Sure, he'd appear unhinged, but he also wanted to satiate the distracting curiosity. Bluestreak had felt that he'd been everywhere, at least within the twenty mile radius that they had all agreed upon until they had their bearings. So wherever Hoist went, it must be so much better, at least for him to frequent it so often.

"No," Sunstreaker finally answers, not even looking his way, hardly entertaining the question. He was becoming increasingly irritated, but not toward Bluestreak's rambling.

For the past ten minutes or so, he had his arm deep in the wall, attempting get the overhead lights functional after the circuits fried. It was bad enough that he could barely see anything, mumbling swears as every couple of moments when would get mildly electrocuted by the exposed wires. He wasn't maintenance, he had no idea how to fix anything aside from what he's been forced to learn.

“I've never noticed it. But it doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen,” He continues, unimpressed, but willing to humor a friend.

Bluestreak had felt confident in bringing his observation to Sunstreaker, but that conviction was slowly dwindling with his indifference. “You aren’t a bit curious where he goes? Not at all?”

Pausing, the yellow mech slowly tugs his hand free before turning to address the bot to his right. “Why are you asking me? If it's bothering you so much, why don’t you just go ask Hoist?”

“I needed validation that I was correct before I go and look like an idiot.” He complains, leaning up against the wall right beside the area that was being worked on, arms crossed. “I know, it's none of my business-”

“Correct, it’s not.” Returning to his work, he began twisting and yanking some different wires around in a last ditch effort. "Is this a concern thing? Or are you just being nosey,"

Ignoring his inquiry entirely, Bluestreak presses onward. “Do you think he maps it? Like he’s supposed to?”

After a short moment to contemplate it, Sunstreaker responds candidly. "No, but neither do you."

"Where are you going?"

It had never been a topic for discussion before, so without a second thought Hoist had walked straight past the lobby and had begun down the corridor. Not out of defiance, just needing the space to clear his head and not be confined to the metal walls of the seemingly irreparable ship. The situation was aggravating some old wounds, and in order to keep his composure, Hoist found himself needing the silent company of others that didn't include those here.

Not thinking anyone was stationed there at the hour, he pauses and then backtracks, visibly confused. Unprepared for the unexpected question, he bides his time with a simple tilt of his helm. To his surprise, Blaster was sitting in the chair at one of the computers, but had spun around so that it faced him and not the keyboard.

It wasn't a secret that Hoist left almost every night, as Blaster saw who came and went just by the external security cameras, unbothered. There was no hierarchy within the ship, they were all friends and trusted each other to do whatever tasks needed to be completed. Some more compliant than others, though none of them would argue that the circumstance could be far, far worse.

Blaster perceived early on that Trailbreaker knew Hoist a lot better than the rest of them did, but it wasn't out of disinterest. The engineer just kept to himself, impartial to divulge information about him or his past, at least without being asked. Yet, Blaster didn't know if the tow truck just assumed that nobody would care that he left, or if they did, just didn't bother to bring it up.

"What?" Hoist returns, not quite answering the question.

"Where are you going?" Blaster repeats, leaning backward into the cool metal of the chair.

Though his posture remains dumbfounded, he finds himself replying honestly. "For a drive? The same as I do every night."

Hoist wasn't hiding anything, but this interrogation felt unwarranted since none of them were adhered to any strict set of rules. He hadn't found it necessary to request permission because he surmised he wasn't bending any orders, firm or not. And who would he ask? There was only a few places he could be at any given moment, and he was never away for very long.

"Where do you go, though?" Blaster prompts, brow raising slightly. He isn't being pushy, but is searching for an answer. "You never log anything. For someone who drives a lot, you'd think you would have some information to input,"

"Across town and up the highway." He reports without a moment of hesitation, not wanting to spark untrustworthiness. "Same route every time. Nothing worth recording."

Blaster wasn't being accusatory or critical, it was more of an approach out of blatant curiosity. Perhaps they had all taken notice of his nightly disappearance, and the red mech was the one who decided to confront him in reference to it. Blaster was extremely laidback, but also fiercely protective, especially of this small group who are now all stranded together.

"Fair enough." He shrugs, making a motion with his servo towards the door. With a satisfactory shrug, he even sincerely adds: "Enjoy."

It seemed too good to be true, but Hoist took it, waving awkwardly goodbye before departing from the base.

The harsh and relentless storm hadn't really hindered him much, headlights blinking to life as he takes off through the woods. He never minded the mud that caked along his tires and settled within his joints, but Sunstreaker always did. If it was going to rain at any point in the rotation, the yellow lambo would hunker down inside, far away from anything so much as brushing his outer plating.

It felt invigorating, the cold rain bombarding against his windshield only to slide down his hood unceremoniously. Being left to his own thoughts wasn't so much the same, but a familiar dismissive nature erases that burden for another time. For now, he navigates the path that his treads have woven into the ground, the one that leads up a short incline and onto the main road.

Street lamps alight, he ponders momentarily if Blaster had sent someone out to follow him. It would be crossing a line, a obvious display of distrust, even amongst Hoist's honesty. Oversuspicious, he coms Trailbreaker if only to ease his nerves.

"Y'ello," Trailbreaker picks up his call immediately, sounding a little distracted. "Where'd you go?"

"Famous question of the night," Hoist counters, amusement slating into his words. "I'll be back soon. What are you up to?"

"That dumbaft Sunstreaker blew out all of the lights down by our room," An scoff follows, then a clang of metal on metal. "I've been tryin' to fix it for the past coupla' hours, and all I've done is electrocute myself. Twice."

"Sorry," Something he wholeheartedly means, as that is likely something he should be working on and not Trailbreaker. "You can leave it. I'll be right back, I can work on it."

"Nah, I think I got it." There's a silence and then a staticky noise, followed by a satisfied ex-vent. "Aha. Got it."

Hoist relaxes, feeling a little less guilty. "Good job."

"Why'd ya comm me?" Trailbreaker circles back, taking a step back to admire his work. "Somethin' the matter?"

"To see if anybody else left after I did?" A little sheepish, but he genuinely trusted Trailbreaker. "Blaster was a little wary when I left."

"Ah. Understood."

He waits patiently on the other end of the line for Trailbreaker to scout the base, but it wouldn't be that difficult to account for everyone. It was just the five of them, and the three in question were usual suspects to either the command center, or their respective rooms.

"All present." Trailbreaker announces after some time, just as Hoist approaches the highway. "You'll be back soon?"

"Thirty kliks. Maybe sooner." As he's finally able to shake off the unease entirely, he graciously thanks his friend.

"Can do. Anytime." And the line clicks dead.

Somehow the highway is even poorer conditions than the town roads, the asphalt mostly empty aside from other vehicles speeding by here or there. Hoist takes his time, knowing that once he departs down his exit off the interstate, that would end his evening, at least until he could get some of the heat off his back.

The weather only worsened, visibility almost negligible as he takes the right lane all the way towards the toll. As the rain hit the pavement, his mood only worsened, somewhat unwilling to return back to base knowing he may be in for another round of cross-examining regarding his nocturnal activities. He hated feeling like an outsider among friends, but it was just by nature to be distant with those who he didn't fully trust.

Maybe it was more likely that they didn't trust him in full.

Trailbreaker did, and Hoist ensured he was well aware that it was a mutual feeling.

After too many long minutes with his overwhelming thoughts, he's preparing to take the exit when he spots a pair of tail lights, flashing dimly against the haziness. Slowly, he crawls to a stop, wheels jerking against the slippery asphalt as he spots a car somewhat nosedived, front wheels wedged in a decent amount of mud.

Instantly, he scans his surroundings, defensive at first to establish it wasn't some egregious setup. Yet, his perception is interrupted at the sound of someone scrambling around the vehicle, attempting to get into the trunk with several hums of vexation.

Hoist is hesitant. If he was given any instruction, the one he can recall vividly is to blend in and not draw attention to himself. He feels downright slimy observing the human, them unsuccessful in opening the trunk, more dirt on their armor than the car. They were still unaware that he was even there, their back to him, so he realistically could just carry on and pretend he hadn't seen any of it.

But his mission was to help those in need.

Ever so gently, his tires roll forward, going to call out to the human but then promptly halts. What was he going to say, and what if he startled them-

Carefully, he rolls down the driver-side window and tries to amplify his voice without sounding intimidating.

"Need help?"

Hoist jolts as they spin around, hand raising to push some hair aside from their vision that had matted there. There's a fear in their eyes, somewhat obvious before their focus settles on the towline on the end of his bumper.

Perhaps if he wasn't a tow truck, they wouldn't have agreed. He would appear as a suspicious vehicle in a world full of people who may want to do you more harm than good.

"Oh, can you?" They call, climbing up from where they were. Sounding so soft-spoken over the deafening rain. "That would be amazing,"

With their permission, he hastily reels his window back up before they could get any closer, pivoting so he could reverse over to the shoulder of the highway. In his mirrors, he catches how they shuffle rearward, tripping some on the greenery that had gathered off the side of the road.

With utmost patience and care, Hoist cautiously hooks the bumper of the stuck car, and with some force, tugs it free.

They watch with awe, alongside a sense of relief since only Primus knows how long they'd actually been stranded out here. It feels good to do some good, and Hoist can feel his sense of purpose returning, even if only in short kickbacks.

Feeling as if he's somehow going to get chewed out for this, he wastes no time in gently setting the car back on the road before removing his towline from beneath the bumper. Hoist surveys the area, they should have no issue getting back home, aside from the rampaging storm.

Perchance he should have waited to ensure that they had gotten back to the car safely, without any more problems. But, he would have no way to assist, so instead, he takes off, only his red taillights in the distance distinguishable by the time they had made it back up the incline to stand beside their car.

Hoist returns to base, soaking wet and cooling fans lively and loud. He heads straight for his room, fumbling to punch in the code until the door slides over to reveal Trailbreaker on his respective side of the room.

"Woah, where's the fire?" Trailbreaker watches as Hoist paces the room, the panel sliding back over with a loud thud.

"No fire," Hoist responds, gaze trained on the mud he'd trailed inside. "Yeah, well. Maybe a small fire."

Vastly perplexed, Trailbreaker searches for any sort of explanation. "What for? I thought y'were only going for a ride?"

Maybe he shouldn't have been so hasty, he was more than bothered with himself for not ensuring the human was alright after that entire ordeal. He was already knee deep in it, what was the harm of taking another step further?

"This stays between you and I, yeah?"

[thorinsbeard]

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