#i mean… these bots have seen a lot

[gtraccoon]

i literally didn’t want to post this but i need a better place to archive my writing outside of my notes app. and hey, maybe someone wants to see me write about this:

so one of my favorite concepts of TF that isn’t read into enough in my opinion is the pure amount of trauma these bots would have from the war. especially bee. bro knows nothing but fighting and working. in this au, the war is over, but he still has some problems he needs to work out, and some fear he needs to get over.

some extra background background :3

Humans are seen as luxury items, especially now since it’s taboo to kidnap them. If one warms up to a Cybertronian, they’ll never get over it.. they’re like able, to a species as fragile and afraid as a human. what’s not to brag about with that?? also, a very traumatized bumblebee

y/n= your name

y/a=your age

gender neutral reader

You wake up. Silence. Which is weird, because in this place, everything is always making noise. You swing your feet over the side of your bed, leaning and grabbing a hairbrush off of your nightstand to fix… that.

You think. Is it even worth it getting up today? You’re going to experience near death, then be pampered until you feel like a doll. Is it even—

You shiver at the cold, snapping back to reality; exhaling and dropping the brush back on your bed. You lean forward, your feet pressing gently against the concrete floor of the base. It’s cold, so you go up onto your tip-toes on instinct, bouncing around over to the door to your room. The Autobots had installed a sort of cat-door for you, though it’s just a hole in the wall with some tinsel to make it fun to walk through. The doors that are motion detected won’t detect you, so an accommodation was necessary… at least that’s what Optimus said. And decoration was just as needed, Bee insisted.

You’re not complaining, though. Having a little color in the base is nice, especially since you’re not aloud to leave and see the real world.

Bots and cons don’t necessarily live in harmony. They still dislike each other, but in the way scholars do. They’ll one up each other, not brawl it out. And since having a human is such a prestigious thing, they’re nearly consistently trying to insist you pick a side so that one can be ‘better’. Atleast enough to have their own person.

You don’t mind the cons. They’ve got work to do.. but they’re fun.

And you don’t mind the bots. They’re a lot sometimes, in whichever way that may be. But the two teams balance eachother out, and you like both. You can’t bring yourself to choose one.

So now you’re stuck with split-custody.

“Bee?” You call, reaching the wall leading to his room. You press your hands against the door, searching for the detector, when suddenly the two panels slide apart.

Revealing a gun in your face.

You shriek, and so does he, both backing up simultaneously, ending with you on your back and him still holding the damn thing up at you.

You fall silent. Bee scans you for a moment, before transforming his weapon back into a servo.

“Uh..”

“Bee, what the fuck was that?”

“Sorry, y/n—I’m sorry. I don’t know what I… I mistook you as… I’m sorry.” You don’t reply for a moment, furrowing your brows and sitting up on the ground. “…Did you think I was going to hurt you?”

Yeah.

“No. ‘Course not.”

This guy’s trauma is going to get me killed, you thought to yourself, standing up and rubbing your back. He’s grabbed you before, but he’s never pointed anything at you.

“Okay. Good. Because—“

“‘Because you’d never even potentially think of doing something like that in the entire world. Wait, no, galaxy. Wait, no, universe.’ I know, man. You say it every time.”

“Don’t phrase it like that,” he pouted. “You make it sound like I do this a lot.”

“You do do this a lot.” He giggled, then frowned again. “Bee. Are there any robot therapists? Cuz I think you need one.”

He blinked.

“Why can’t you be my ‘therapist’?”

“Because I’m y/a. I don’t have a degree in that… and I also don’t even know what you’re saying half the time.” You explain. He shrugged, just standing up a little further.

“Fair…. enough. Also, Optimus wants to talk to you.” You raise an eyebrow, then frown, turning on your heels. Might as well get this lecture over with. Optimus is fine, but he’s strict. Acts like you’re a little kid. Something wraps around your waist, lifting you up above the ground. You’re turned around, face to face with that scrap-eating grin.

“He didn’t say when.” Bee wrapped his hand around little further around you, comforting.

You scowl.

“Mariokart, y/n.”

Then you smile. The lecture can wait.

[omgthatdress]

Sooooo ummmmmmm this is something that's probably going to piss a lot of people off, but I feel like I really need to say it.

If you get a message from an account claiming to be a Palestinian fundraiser, it is a bot. It is a scam. You need to report & delete the message and encourage others to do the same.

I know because I get messages on this account DAILY. I have a very high follower count and I'm pretty active and I interact with my followers a lot, and apparently that all adds up to one big bot magnet.

Bots following and messaging this account was a MASSIVE problem before Tumblr fixed its new account policies. I used to spend literally hours blocking and reporting the hundreds of bots that I would get following me each day.

I learned a lot about bots and how to identify them. The easiest way is with no avatar, "untitled" in the blog description (BTW if your avatar is still set to default PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD change it because you run a substantial risk of being accidentally blocked & reported as a bot).

One of the dead give aways of a bot was what I call "word salad" names. Three seemingly random words strung together making no sense, always adjective, adjective or noun, noun. If you reported a lot of these bots, you'd notice the same words kept showing up.

Nowadays, I am bombarded with fundraiser requests and sometimes, they don't even bother to hide the fact that they're a bot. The avatar is default, the blog title is "untitled," and the blog name is a classic randomly-generated word salad.

However MOST of the requests I get come from at least semi-legit looking accounts. There are pictures, a name, a story. Never mind that I've gotten that message three times from different accounts.

Sometimes, they claim to be vetted, but the whole vetting system essentially adds up to "trust me bro." There is no way of guaranteeing that this account isn't just lying about being vetted, claiming to be vetted by a false person, or are using the identity of a real Palestinian to scam people.

Previously, I've seen a lot of people getting attacked for raising questions about these fundraisers and getting attacked for being racist or for harming Palestinian families in danger, like Tumblr isn't a website famous for its scams and the words "The Arkh Project" "All or Nothing" or "Miss Officer and Mr. Truffles" mean nothing to you.

I personally have been scammed by people claiming to be charities on Tumblr before, specifically, The Leelah Project which used the name of a trans teenager who died by suicide to swindle people out of their money.

Luckily, there are actual, respected charities out there you can give money to if you want to help the cause:

Palestinian Children's Relief Fund

Palestine Red Crescent Society

United Nations Relief Works Agency

Islamic Relief

World Central Kitchen

Médecins Sans Frontièrs

One of the hardest things to accept about the situation in Palestine is that realistically, there is very little that your average outsider can do to change it. However, these large, well-respected and trustworthy charities are out there doing the hard work to keep people alive, and should be where the donation money is going

These scam bots feed on people's naïvety and need to believe that they are making a difference, and even worse, feed on the fear that by ignoring them, it somehow makes you a racist doing direct harm to a refugee family, when in fact they are using the suffering of Palestinians to take away money from those in need.

As far as fundraisers that don't send out random asks for donations, I honestly don't know. You'll have to do the work yourself and approach with much caution.

Be careful out there.

[ultimateempath]

Help Wanted 2: Sun's Behaviour

So I've seen a lot of ya'll discussing Sun's mean and sassy behaviour in the arts & crafts minigame, so i want to point something out: Sun and Moon were not originally in the daycare.

According to Tales from the Pizzaplex, the daycare attendant was originally a theater bot! They were eventually repurposed for the daycare, though we have little to no information about when or why this happened.

Suns behavior makes a lot more sense with this is mind. They were supposed to be a performer, not a caretaker! It's no surprise that they'd act this way when they weren't made for childcare in the first place! Sure they could've been reprogrammed, but we all know that fazbear entertainment employees absolutely suck at their jobs and likely didn't do it properly.

In conclusion: no matter how good they may have gotten at childcare, Sun is still a nitpicky, passive-aggressive, perfectionist performer at heart.

[smallestapplin]

Cybertronian courtship headcanons

Yes I should be writing requests but friends asked, and I went on a decently long ramble that I wanted to share.

Hi yes please add more if you wish, or even ask me about how this would work with a human partner. Or anything really.

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Vehicle mode Cybertronians can be flashy, speeding around taking tight turns, taking dangerous leaps, doing donut around their courted or the one they are trying to court all in the name of getting your attention and keeping it.

This can differ based on the cybertronian, but older mechs (e.i Ratchet, Skids, and Kup) don’t do that, their show is more action that even wrecking bots take after, more placing their alt mode between you and others, any lights they have, headlights or emergency lights will also flicker or turn on with no siren, this is called ‘Flashing’ and it will confuse them once they get to Earth.

Flustering bots with sirens (i.e Ratchet, Prowl, First Aid, Red Alert) can also earn you a ‘whoop!’ Of their siren popping.

Speedsters (i.e Hot Rod, Smokescreen, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, etc) perfer the flashy loud engine revving ways, but they can also flash their lights, its just faster flickering or solid several seconds off and on for stunts.

Music based Cybertronians take a vastly different approach, their lights flash to the beat of music they are playing. They also make and write music based on the person they have affections for, personalizing it to the person, and performing it as a gift, this also comes with dancing.

Dancing with a music based Cybertronian often comes with EM field coming into play, this field is meant to silently match your wavelength and electricity. Music based mechs dance all the time and dance with friends, however the act of ASKING to dance is seen as an attempt of asking them out, and most will reject you harshly for it if you are not close.

For more clarification

It’s the act of asking that is seen as taboo, as it means you want one on one time, just the two (or maybe three) of you to dance, alone, and match each other’s rhythm.

Flight based Cybertronians and their wings are perhaps the flashiest, but this is still debated amongst them and speedsters.

Flight based bots will often take to the skies in their alt modes and do aerial shows for you, leaving a smoke trail behind them to make designs in the clouds for you. Sometimes this can turn into a battle if two or more flight based bots won’t the same person.

Still most are quite protective over their stuff, often liking rocks and metals and sharing such finds only with their person or courted.

Flight mode bots also speak a lot with their wings, it’s a second language on Cybertron amongst them. Cybtertronians with door wings also fall into this, however their wings are often smaller and clunkier so a jet mode bot and a car mode bot can have very different conversations as the door wing bots speak in a more simplified version as opposed to like a Seeker.

Flight mode bots wings, however, play a large role in their relationships, their wings are their greatest assets but if injured can ruin their jobs and lives if not treated or unable to fix, due to this they are protective over them.

If you are asked to help clean up their wings it is a sign of deep unwavering trust, this can either be friend or partner, the only way to tell is the words their wings speak to you, trusting you as a friend their wings will not more often, usually staying straight up and out.

But if viewing you as a partner their wings move often helping you reach deeper places, or often drooping down as their relax into your touch.

Also in public, if a flight mode bot is trying to court you, their wings will flare out and stretch wide in an attempt to block your view from any other bot from the surrounding area, trying to keep your attention on them and only them.

[classjezter]

Y'know, everyone's talking to Baby OP and giving him illicit treats, but how's everyone else managing? We saw all the initial reactions, and know about their dynamics with sparkling Optimus, but how are they holding up? Optimus becoming a baby during wartime is probably rough for having to shift responsibilities on top of hiding and taking care of a tiny child. They could probably all use some goodies too

Hi! I like you videos btw :) as to your question:

The Autobots are stretched thin. They were already in a full-scale war before and now they have a troublemaking sparkling to take care of. To manage both their duties and taking care of baby Optimus, they take shifts watching him (takes a village to raise a child put literally). There’s always at least one Autobot on ‘Optimus duty’ while the rest keep up with patrols, defenses, and battle strategy.

More about every specific bot below cut cause this got a bit long

Elita was a strong leader even before the war, but now she’s been forced to take on Optimus' responsibilities while also keeping him safe. She’s stressed, constantly dealing with managing the Autobot faction, and Decepticon attacks (all while making sure nobody outside their small circle discovers the secret). Still, she loves Optimus no matter what, and seeing him like this makes her fiercely protective over him

Outwardly, Wheeljack acts like his usual self, making jokes, keeping up with his work, taking sparkling duty like a champ and definitely not acknowledging the guilt eating at him (This mess is partially his fault, not intentionally of course, but that doesn’t make the weight on his spark any lighter) But when he’s alone, it gnaws at him. Every time he sees Optimus being adorable, being so vulnerable, it’s just another painful reminder. He’s overcompensating by throwing himself into work, trying to fix the problem while also building safety measures for their tiny leader

Jazz is really good with Baby Optimus. His easy-going nature and energy make him a great playmate for the kid (although he sometimes struggles with the actual taking care of him part, but he tries). That doesn’t mean Jazz isn’t aware of how much trouble this is. He knows they’re barely holding it together. The Decepticons will notice eventually, and when they do? They’ll probably be in serious trouble. But until then, Jazz just focuses on keeping the kid happy, and keeping morale up for the team

B-127 adores Baby Optimus. He’s always been close to Prime, and now that Prime is small, Bee has kind of become his big brother. They play together, and he loves carrying OP around, but sometimes he misses the real Optimus. The one who led them, who reassured them, who always had a plan. This tiny version of Prime is sweet and fun, but it’s just not his Optimus. He never says this aloud, though. Instead, he focuses on keeping Optimus safe and happy, hoping that one day, they’ll get him back to normal

Ratchet, as not only a medic but the Autobots' chief medic, has seen a lot in this war, but this? This is a whole new kind of problem. Ratchet spends half his time while on sparkling duty running scans on Optimus, making sure the transformation into a sparkling didn’t do any permanent damage. Despite his grumpiness and wariness, Baby Optimus has got him wrapped around his tiny finger, he loves the kid and constantly gives him treats. But deep down? Ratchet worries not just about Optimus, but about all of them. If the Decepticons ever find out, they’ll be completely vulnerable

Prowl is all about strategy, discipline, and efficiency. So, at first, Prowl treats Baby Optimus like a tactical problem. Keeping up a war effort and hiding a baby Prime? Nearly impossible. And it doesn’t help that Optimus refuses to stay out of trouble. He didn’t want to get attached, just solve this situation as soon as possible, but of course Optimus eventually won him over. Despite everything, Prowl is doing his best to keep things running smoothly. He knows they can’t afford to fall apart, if they do, the Autobots are doomed. He’s keeping them together through sheer force of will. But Primus helps him, if he catches Optimus stealing another one of his datapads, he’s may lose it

No one expected Ironhide to be good with sparklings. Even as one of the oldest miners he never really had much interaction with sparklings, at least not ones this young, but somehow things just clicked for him. At first, he wasn’t sure how to handle this. Optimus is his leader. His commander. The best Prime Cybertron has ever had probably. And seeing him as a helpless little sparkling messed with him. Despite this (after some light research) he becomes a great caretaker, he knows how to take care of a sparkling: He instinctively rocks Optimus when he’s fussy, he knows how to hold him properly (unlike others, Jazz knows what he did), he keeps track of feeding cycles, etc. And if anyone even thinks about hurting Optimus, they’re getting the biggest cannon in Ironhide’s arsenal to the face. No one messes with his little charge

In summary, they’re all struggling a bit lol, they need energon goodies too sometimes

[midnight-mourning]

Build-A-Bot (With Lots of Love)

💘💘Midnight's DCA Valentine's Day 5💘💘

Ohhh i had a lot of fun with this one hehe, silly shennaigans but also, a bit of fluffy sweetness, perfect for a build a bear aslkdjflkasjdfl, hope you like it!

Prompt: Y/n takes Sun and Moon out to someplace like build-a-bear (or a fnaf brand adjacent lol) to make each other lovely valentines day plushies! Sweet audios, noise makers, fun plushie outfits, and of course hearts! Maybe a sweet confession in the mix too hehe <3

Word Count: 2467

Read here if you prefer ao3!

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"Sunshine, I mean this with the best of intent, but why are we here on our day off?"

You turn to him as you walk. "What do you mean? What's wrong with the mall?"

"What Sun is trying to say is that we work at a mall, Star. Spending the day at another one seems, impractical confusing even."

You stop walking then, realizing that that's indeed the case as you're surrounded by shops and a food court, people flitting about and chattering. 

"Oh. Right. Well, it's because there's somewhere specific in here that I wanted to take you both!" You start to move again, pulling them both along by their hands. 

The mall is busy, though given it's Valentine's day, it's not surprising. Other patrons mingle about, families and couples alike. 

The entire interior is decorated for the holiday, red and pink streamers hang from the ceiling, hearts across every possible surface. It would almost be suffocating if you weren't someone who desired to be in love yourself. Instead, you're able to enjoy the festivities to—almost—full capacity. 

You finally make it to the store you were looking for. Children can be seen running around inside and coming in and out, stuffed animals in their arms. Even a few couples meander about, which is what you were secretly hoping for. If you'd been the only ones in there you'd be slightly more embarrassed about taking them here. 

But, regardless of your feelings, that wouldn't have stopped you. You'd been wanting to come here with the two of them for a while now. You knew how many plushies and the likes Sun and Moon had in their room in the Daycare, ones they unfortunately couldn't bring with them when they moved into your home. 

Stupid fazbear entertainment rules and such. The animatronics could leave, but all their belongings had to stay. It made no sense to you, personally. But rules were rules. Their collection at the Daycare was massive, and you think deep down they missed it in comparison to your space at home. Someone else might think it was far too many, but for you, you knew it was a comfort, and it upset you that you couldn't provide that for them. 

Not at first, at least. 

Thus, your plan to gain them a collection just as impressive—but now in your home—was put into place. Starting with here. You think a stuffed animal they could chose and 'make' for themselves, would help with the loss until you could purchase them more. Not to mention, you wanted to make one for them yourself. 

You'd been struggling with your feelings towards the two for some time now, and living together hadn't helped matters. The brief moments in the hall, the small touches here and there. The quiet evenings spent together in a manner that you couldn't have otherwise gotten when they were still in the Plex. 

You couldn't help it, not realizing just how much you cared for them until it was put in front of you in such a manner. You wanted more than anything to tell them, to let them know that they were more than just friends to you. But you relented. You had to, you felt. 

While they had gotten some freedom, getting to live with you, it came at a price, and they were still adjusting. So, you'd held your tongue. Kept your feelings to yourself, it was for the best. Waiting until the moment was right. 

And now, after a couple months, you think it was time. To try, at least. You could never get a read on whether they felt the same for you or not. Always overthinking every little interaction. But with this, you'd find out for sure, and finally have the ache in your heart quelled.

One way or another. 

You enter the store with them, ready to get right to it, only to halt when you realize you spy a shelf full of Bonnie plushies staring back at you. And Chica, and Roxy. You quickly realize that this isn't your typical build-a-bear. Or at least, it's changed a lot in the past several years since you've been in one. 

"What, is this place?" Sun asks, glancing around. 

Moon picks up one of the Freddy plushes laying in a bin nearby, chuckling. "You brought us somewhere that would remind us of the Daycare? How... kind, Starlight."

You groan internally, this is not what you wanted to happen at all. 

"Um, not, quite... I wasn't expecting there to be, so much,"—you glance around to the sheer amount of Pizza Plex merch—"Of it to be here. Honestly. This wasn't like it when I came here as a kid." 

You shake your head, turning to them and clapping your hands. "But! That's okay. We can still have fun. I'm sure there's got to be some non-work related plushes in here. So let's get to it."

You explain how this is supposed to work, taking them around the store to show them all their options for plushies, clothes and accessories, and so on. They take a particular interest when you stop at the voice boxes and explain that they can use a pre-recorded one or record their own sound if they'd like. 

There's some non-Plex related animals you find, to your relief. You let the boys go off on their own, deciding to focus on the task at hand. You want this to be perfect, as perfect as it can be at least. 

You start with your choice of animals for them both. For Sun, you found a golden lab, and Moon, one of the last raccoons, stuffed away near the back of the shelf. Fitting for both of them. After that, came finding the proper accessories. You chose a red bowtie for the lab, and the racoon, a black top hat. Though, you struggled for it, you will admit. 

There was only a singular top hat left. Resting in the middle of a bin, standing out amongst the others lying there. 

Your eyes locked onto it, but become acutely aware that you're being watched. You glance up, locking eyes with someone across the floor from you. Specifically, a child. She couldn't be more than 10 years old. Her eyes shift, and you notice the tuxedo cat in her arms. 

You were not going to lose this one. 

At the same time, you both lunge towards the bin. You grip the small hat with both hands, lifting it up. Unfortunately, you find that there's a—surprisingly—strong force pulling back against you. Looking down, you see that the girl is gripping the hat just as tightly as you are. 

You tug again, but she holds firm, mouth set in a scowl you didn't think possible for a child. 

"Excuse me, I'd like this please." You say, trying to be gentle.

She huffs, sneering. "Too bad. I had it first."

"No, I think I did. Look, how about I help you find another—"

"No!" She interrupts. "It's mine. You can't have it!"

You sigh, you really don't want to fight a child, you really don't want to fight a child—

She takes one hand off and digs her nails in your arm, scratching you as you hiss. 

Okay, that's it. 

You rip the hat from her hands, stepping back and clutching your now stinging arm. Thankfully, it's not a deep set of scratches, but damn if it doesn't sting. The child starts bawling, now sitting on the floor, her mother coming over with a look of confusion and slight anger. 

Before she can say anything you just raise your arm, showing what her daughter did, and walk off as she starts to scold the girl. 

From there, it's not too much trouble to gather the remaining few things to complete your presents. You find the perfect little hearts, hesitating for a moment, but pressing a quick kiss to the yellow and blue hearts before inserting them into the plushies. You hope no one saw that as you make your final decision; whether or not to use a pre-recorded message. 

After several moments of heavily debating, you decide that if you're going to commit to this, you're going all the way. 

It takes a few, awkward tries, but you finally get a recording that you're happy with for both stuffed animals. 

 Satisfied, you decide to go find Sun and Moon.

When you turn around and look for them, it only takes you a few mere moments, as they make it quite obvious where they are. 

You're, a bit shocked to see the two of them, arguing over by one of the counters. Not unsimilar to your own experience earlier, the two of them are fighting over something, you can't see what from here. 

The people around them seem unsure what to do, either ignoring the argument or just watching from afar. 

You realize you have no choice but to intervene, lest it escalates and you get kicked out. You hurry over, breaking the two apart. 

Your gaze flits between them, confusion in your eyes. "Guys, guys, what's going on?"

"Somebody is trying to take something that doesn't belong to them." Sun scoffs, crossing his arms. 

Moon tsks. "Not yours. Haven't bought it. Therefore, it's up for grabs."

They start bickering once more and you have to step in again. "Okay, okay. Why don't we take a moment here." You turn to Sun. "What's the thing that's the source of trouble here?"

They both choke up at that, avoiding your gaze. 

"It's—"

"—nothing."

You open your mouth, only for someone to slap their hand down on the counter. You jump, turning to see a frazzled employee.

"There. We had one more in the back. Now please, I don't want to have to ask you to leave."

They move away then, revealing a small heart that happens to be your favorite color. Your eyebrows shoot up. And sneaking a peek at Sun's hand, still held high above his head, there's another that is also that same color. 

Before you can think, Moon scoops up the heart, and hurries off, Sun following suit soon after. 

You, don't know what to think of that, but your face is burning now. 

You're finished up well before them, so you wait outside the store for them, fidgeting with the two stuffies in your arms. You accidentally squeeze one too hard, your own voice suddenly erupting from it and startling you. 

As you calm down again, you look up in time to see them walking towards you, a bag in each of their hands. They seem, nervous as they approach you. Both stop in front of you, gazes on the ground. 

"All done—oh!" Without a word, Sun and Moon present their bags to you. You're… more than surprised. "I, for me? Really?"

Both nod, again not making eye contact, it makes the heat on your face grow worse. 

You take both bags, and nod once yourself. Now or never. "Thank you, boys. I, wasn't expecting this. These um, are for you." You present their respective plushes to them both, and they snap their heads up, eyes wide. 

"Oh, you didn't have to—"

"—get us anything."

You smile, laughing quietly. "Of course I did. That was the point to this trip, truth be told."

As they admire and fawn over their new stuffies, you pull your own surprises out of their bags. 

It's… the two of them. In plush form, of course. But they've got accessories. Over top their usual Daycare attire is more casual clothing. Sun is wearing a little silly t-shirt with a jacket, Moon a hoodie. Jeans and little sweatpants, and shoes to match. It takes a moment but it clicks that both outfits are similar to their current looks. The stuff they wear when home with you. 

Something compels you to hug both plushies tight, and you're shocked to hear their voices come from both. Not catching what they say you pull away, squeezing Sun's plush, then Moon's. 

"Love you more than all the stars in the sky, Sunshine!"

"Love you to the moon and back, Star."

You freeze at the words. You press play on both once more, hearing those same messages. 

'Love you.'

'Love you.'

You tune back in then, realizing that there's a sound playing nonstop in front of you. Your voice, doubled. 

Looking up, you see both bots are laser-focused on their respective stuffed animals. Both pressing the button to hear your voice say "Love you always Sunny!" or "Love you always Moony!" respectively. Over, and over, and over again. 

"Um... guys?" You ask. 

Instantly, they both whip to look at you. 

"Sunshine..."

"Do, do you mean it?"

You start to nod slowly. "Do you um, also mean it?" You lift your gifts from them. 

Moon nods, and Sun hums. 

Before you can say anything else, you're being picked up and spin around by Sun, he's laughing and yamerring on but you can't fully understand him. He sets you down after you protest, but you're pulled into a hug by Moon soon thereafter. Sun joins as well, and you're left standing there, hand reaching up to hold onto both of them in your slightly dazed state. 

You speak first. "So, you like your presents then?"

"Oh I love love love it! But I'm far more excited to get to say I love you." Sun squeezes you tighter. 

Moon snickers as you squeak. "I have to say the same. The gift is nice, but I prefer the real thing, personally."

"Un-understood." You mumble, burying your face in their combined arms as they both chuckle. 

Yup. You were definitely going to be doing this again. Make it a yearly tradition, even. 

A kiss is pressed to one of your cheeks, then the other soon thereafter. 

Changed your mind. Make it monthly. Maybe weekly. 

They were going to have to build up their collection again somehow, after all.

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Thank you for the super sweet request @luckyyyduckyyy!! I had a lot of fun being silly and fun with these guys hehe, esp the bits at the end there ashfkljsdlf

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[sillylotrpolls]

(Credit and a truly absurd amount of context below the poll in case you don't know who the Old Took is.)

Today's poll looks at a question posed by @sindar-princeling:

Bilbo barely passed Old Took's record lifespan after having a supernaturally-life-extending ring for 60 years. which begs a question. what the hell did Old Took do

In the notes on that post, the most popular theory by far was espoused by @mitsuhachiinthehive, who posited that Gandalf hooked up with a hobbit at some point and [some of] the Tooks are his descendants. This idea was further spread thanks to @the-haiku-bot.

Additional theories which I cribbed for poll options:

The diamond cufflinks were magical in more ways than one @elodieunderglass

He drank an ent-draught courtesy of the missing ent wives @betterofflost

He got hold of a random magic elven ring @morgulscribe

If you would like some a lot of context from canon so you can decide for yourself, more information about the Old Took is beneath the cut.

First off, it's established multiple times in the books what a big deal it was for Bilbo to beat Old Took's record. From The Return of the King:

He opened his eyes and looked up as they came in. 'Hullo, hullo!' he said. 'So you've come back? And tomorrow's my birthday, too. How clever of you! Do you know, I shall be one hundred and twenty-nine? And in one year more, if I am spared, I shall equal the Old Took. I should like to beat him; but we shall see.' [...] Little Elanor was nearly six months old, and 1421 had passed to its autumn, when Frodo called Sam into the study. 'It will be Bilbo's Birthday on Thursday, Sam,' he said. 'And he will pass the Old Took. He will be a hundred and thirty-one!' 'So he will!' said Sam. 'He's a marvel!'

Here's a biography on the old hobbit from Tolkien Gateway:

After the death of his father in 1248, Gerontius became the twenty-sixth Thain of the Shire. He was a friend of Gandalf, who gave him a pair of magic diamond studs and performed firework tricks during Gerontius' midsummer-eve parties. Gerontius Took reached the impressive age of 130, which made him the oldest Hobbit until his grandson Bilbo Baggins celebrated his 131st Birthday. He also held the record of most offspring, until Samwise Gamgee bested him with Tom's birth in S.R. 1442.

And from Tolkien Gateway's page on the Took Family:

Tooks were mainly of Fallohide Hobbit stock, and had quite a reputation for unusual behavior (among other things being more adventurous than the other Hobbits), a quality not valued in the Shire. For this they would be seen as less respectable, but those traits were "tolerated" thanks to their large numbers and wealth. An absurd legend among other families, was that one of the Took ancestors married a fairy. The Wizard Gandalf was a known, if disreputable, associate.

Here we have Gandalf introducing himself to Bilbo in The Hobbit. Note that Belladonna Took is one of the Old Took's 12 (!!) children.

“Yes, yes, my dear sir—and I do know your name, Mr. Bilbo Baggins. And you do know my name, though you don’t remember that I belong to it. I am Gandalf, and Gandalf means me! To think that I should have lived to be good-morninged by Belladonna Took’s son, as if I was selling buttons at the door!” “Gandalf, Gandalf! Good gracious me! Not the wandering wizard that gave Old Took a pair of magic diamond studs that fastened themselves and never came undone till ordered? Not the fellow who used to tell such wonderful tales at parties, about dragons and goblins and giants and the rescue of princesses and the unexpected luck of widows’ sons? Not the man that used to make such particularly excellent fireworks! I remember those! Old Took used to have them on Midsummer’s Eve. Splendid! They used to go up like great lilies and snapdragons and laburnums of fire and hang in the twilight all evening!” You will notice already that Mr. Baggins was not quite so prosy as he liked to believe, also that he was very fond of flowers. “Dear me!” he went on. “Not the Gandalf who was responsible for so many quiet lads and lasses going off into the Blue for mad adventures? Anything from climbing trees to visiting elves—or sailing in ships, sailing to other shores! Bless me, life used to be quite inter—I mean, you used to upset things badly in these parts once upon a time. I beg your pardon, but I had no idea you were still in business.” “Where else should I be?” said the wizard. “All the same I am pleased to find you remember something about me. You seem to remember my fireworks kindly, at any rate, and that is not without hope. Indeed for your old grandfather Took’s sake, and for the sake of poor Belladonna, I will give you what you asked for.”

And for context, Sam was 102 when he sailed West, Merry was at least 103 and almost certainly older when he died, and Pippin at least 95. The uncertainty is because Tolkien describes their last years thus in the Appendices:

1484 In the spring of the year a message came from Rohan to Buckland that King Éomer wished to see Master Holdwine once again. Meriadoc was then old (102) but still hale. He took counsel with his friend the Thain [Pippin], and soon after they handed over their goods and offices to their sons and rode away over the Sam Ford, and they were not seen again in the Shire. It was heard after that Master Meriadoc came to Edoras and was with King Éomer before he died in that autumn. Then he and Thain Peregrin went to Gondor and passed what short years were left to them in that realm, until they died and were laid in Rath Dínen among the great of Gondor. 1541 In this year on March 1st came at last the Passing of King Elessar. It is said that the beds of Meriadoc and Peregrin were set beside the bed of the great king. Then Legolas built a grey ship in Ithilien, and sailed down Anduin and so over Sea; and with him, it is said, went Gimli the Dwarf. And when that ship passed an end was come in the Middle-earth of the Fellowship of the Ring.

[kitts-mechanix]

I just had a huge realisation yesterday and I wanted to share this after going through some pretty horrible stuff over the weekend: Something I've always asked myself ever since getting into G1 Transformers was "why do you like Starscream so much even though he's a narcissistic bully? Why are you, someone who is a victim of narcissistic abuse, taking comfort in a narcissistic character?" Well, I think I finally figured it out. Because Starscream is also a victim of that very same abuse. I mean, he's beaten, called names, bullied, unappreciated, abused, and put through the wringer…and he internalised all that abuse because he knew no other way. He had no one to turn to, and the few bots who did support him, he treated like dirt. Once he had that freedom and power, he abused it and became the very thing that abused him. I have no doubt he was always self-centred, selfish, had a huge ego, etc. before all that but honestly? I think Megatron's abuse caused him to turn out the way he did. I could have turned out that way and it's a little scary, some of the parallels I'm drawing with him.

@ichbinmeltdown wrote a great analysis on Starscream that I want to share here:

"Megatron was abusive as hell to Starscream. He treated him horribly, and I legitimately almost cried a few times watching it. There's an episode called Starscream's Brigade that introduces the Combaticons, and I think that perfectly demonstrates the cycle of abuse. The entire world is against Starscream at pretty much every turn throughout the series, but none more so than Megatron. Every word out of his speech synthesizer to Starscream is to berate him, and he's constantly throwing him around, beating him, even ripping out his speech synthesizer in a scene from a previous episode (Hoist Goes Hollywood, IIRC). His own teammates don't like him, and even his brothers- Skywarp and Thundercracker, going off of the idea they're brothers- just... allow Megatron to abuse him. (Not to get into headcanons here, but I personally believe that Megatron's abuse fractured the Elite Trine's family dynamic. They are still brothers and love each other, but they're all too afraid of Megatron to really... stand up for each other as they did in the past.) And Starscream seemed to just snap in this episode. He treated the Combaticons poorly, and even when teaming up with Shockwave, he subjected him to a lot of the same ridicule and torment that Megatron put him through. He failed to realize Shockwave was the one of the only bots who would give him a chance- and unfortunately lashed out at him, which ruined his chances of Shockwave ever being a true friend and ally to him. Once Starscream had finally gotten a taste of power and not being under another bot's boot, he too became the very thing that he lived in fear of. And that really is how the cycle goes- when you're finally free from abuse, it can be tempting to overcompensate and take back all the power you were robbed of, at any cost whatsoever. Starscream, like D16 in Transformers One, snapped up this opportunity."

And the sad thing is, I've seen this in real life and I've internalised some of the abuse I've dealt with too. I'm not proud of it. Like the Seeker Trine, my own family dynamic has been fractured by similar abuse. I know there's traces of narcissism in my behaviour too, and I'm NOT proud of it. Maybe this is why I can forgive Starscream for being a narc, because I can see a little bit of my own personality/attitude/behaviour in him. Maybe it's because I know where it came from, I get why he acts that way and it's not just random and out of the blue. Maybe it's because--and I know this is a bold statement--I don't think he would do some of the stuff my own family did to me (blah blah blah he's a fictional character).

I didn't mean for this to turn into a long rant, so

TLDR: I finally figured out that part of the reason I love and relate to Starscream so much despite him internalising some of the abuse I went through, is because he was the victim of that same abuse.

[transformers-spike]

Don’t know if you’ve answered this before or not but do you think there’s any bots that are into boobs. Yeah I know some might be into organic valves, but what about boobs? Do you think they’d have some sort of a fascination? Like not just the softness but the fact that our boobs have nipples- something they haven’t seen on their fellow Cybertronians. Maybe a mix of curiosity and fascination. I can def see it becoming some sort of a fetish for some. Can’t stop thinking about it.

Oh boy - I had to call in my resident tiddie enjoyer for this. It's @drunkeninlovesailor - she's got a lot more to say on boobs than I do

"What a magnificent ask OP. As a fellow boob haver and appreciator, this sounds like the perfect job for me.

Now, among cybertronians, chassis structure can vary, which is why they aren't particularly weirded out by the fact that some of us humans have more prominent chests than others, but they will find it fascinating to understand how that difference comes to be. The medics especially, like Ratchet and especially Knock Out, will want to look deeper into the anatomical structure and of course, their fascination also comes from a place of scientific curiosity.

But do explain to them what they are and why they are so. Ratchet will be incredibly fascinated by the fact us humans possess natural means to provide nourishment for our young, to further tie in how humans are a marvel in terms of reproduction. KO will certainly be more fascinated by the reason behind their softness and alluring appearance, and he perks up weirdly at the mention that they are associated with sex appeal.

I don't think there are any bots who won't like the boobies. Of course, some bots like Starscream could bitch about the fact they get in the way, but I mean, look at elements like Breakdown and Shockwave. If they can brawl. So can you. Forget anything the pretentious chicken is saying.

Anyway, do let your bot SO feel your boobies, they'll be enamored with them. If the human body is already soft, breasts are the softest thing they could hold. And the skin itself is softer, too.

They are indeed fascinated by the fact your chest seems to respond to external stimuli much like the rest of your body. Every faint touch elicit a response - even better, your chest area seems to be more sensitive than other parts of you, especially the nipple area, whose sensitivity is comparable to that of genitalia. Wait until you mention that boobies are considered private parts. They'll first shrivel up at having touched a personal part of you so lightly (unless you are KO or Shockwave, those mechs have no shame. Other bots like Dreadwing will apologize a million times for breaching your personal space), then they'll be blushing at the fact you decided to show them anyway.

They marvel at the way your skin gets goosebumps and your nipples change conformation, too. If you happen to have a generous amount of chest area, they'll love how squishy it is. Please, hold them while they're in mass displaced form, they have never felt such softness in their lives."

[revelboo]

I love your stories, I read them daily, and I've become addicted to knowing what's happening with them all the time. 💕☺️ I find it interesting how each character changes their personality.I feel like some are very passive, calm, or quiet, while others I feel are very defensive or more rebellious. I love that 💓

I've even given different names to each human and each Bot, even a face, body and voice sounds strange but I feel like you've given a lot of personality to each story.

Well, I'll keep an eye on the stories. Have a nice day! 🫂💕

Thank you!

A Lifeless Ordinary Pt 23

Scavengers x Reader

• Not exactly sure what to do with you now that he has you, Krok glances down when you grab at a servo and stand in his palm, wobbling slightly to try and look back to see if those three are okay as Fulcrum walks into the brawl in progress and starts swearing as he’s swept up into it. Cupping his other hand around you, he vents. “They’ll be fine.” Someone will cry off before it gets too serious.

• Frowning up at him as he carries you to his habsuite and then hesitates like he’s not sure what to actually do with you, you pat his servo. He actually almost looks flustered as he looks down at you. “You can just put me down anywhere. I promise not to molest you,” you tease solemnly and is it your imagination or does he shudder?Maybe Fulcrum’s not the only one that finds your squishy organic self slightly unsettling.

• “Right,” he manages awkwardly, Misfire’s fragging sharing plan should be the last thing on his processor. But it’s right there as he carries you to his berth and lets you slide off of his hand before sitting on the edge beside you. Gets why you hadn’t shot down the Seeker, he’s young and definitely curious. Probably give you a fun time. Less broken than he or Crankcase is. Then again, you’d gone for the most broken of them all, hadn’t you? “Why Spinister?” Doesn’t mean to ask and he can’t look at you when you glance up at him. It isn’t jealously. Not exactly. They’re all each other has out here and it’s lonely out here. You’re not his, but he cares about you. You’re under his protection.

• “He’s sweet and he makes me laugh,” you murmur, embarrassed. And Spin had saved you on that world even though at the time all you’d seen was a huge monster chasing you down. Doubt it’s love, certainly not the fairytale kind you’d dreamed of growing up until reality disillusioned you, but you care for him and he cares for you. Maybe that’s enough. Maybe it could be love someday. Picking at a fingernail, you can feel his optics on you. According to Misfire, they’re all interested. Not love, just stress relief. Just sex. And Krok’s safe. A protector, but watching him nervously clicking that thing he carries around, you feel almost bad for the mech. The defacto leader by virtue of being the only responsible one in the group.

• Fidgeting with the broken bit of servo in his hands, he can feel your eyes on him. “What do you want? Really want?” Because he doubts it’s to frag your way through the ship, but maybe it is. Maybe you’re as messed up as they all are. And you huff out a breath at him before falling back to sprawl on his berth staring at the ceiling. ‘To be happy? Not alone? To have a home?’ You whisper, the words a question laced with longing that he understands. Can’t return to Cybertron as former Decepticons, so they’re just traveling aimlessly, looking out for each other and struggling to make enough to stay fueled. “Yeah,” he says. He wants those things, too. They all do.

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[sweetfirebird]

So, ICE just arrested the mayor of Newark, NJ for investigating the illegal ICE detention center in the city. Having the detention center there is against New Jersey law.

Right-leaning media is going to say he was trespassing and, if he was--though it does not sound like he was, then regular police could have arrested him.

THIS is a show. This is Homan, who heads ICE, trying to rattle and intimidate the public officials who have said their cities and states will not cooperate with illegal ICE activities. Because they are... illegal.

Various government officials and groups are speaking out against the arrest right now. There are also protests. And I suspect, based on past actions at least, eventually the govt will release the mayor after a lot of blustering and terribly handled legal attempts to hold him.

This goes along with Stephen Miller today talking about trying to suspend habeas corpus. That requires a war or an extreme situation, btw. The regime keeps claiming there is an invasion and a war and not proving it in court (also after a certain amount of time, Congress has to declare war for this to be valid). But they are claiming there is a threat to the Constitution--suddenly the Constitution matters to these people. Schroedinger's Constitution, I guess.

This is also meant to rattle and intimidate people. Stephen Miller is not an attorney. He's not a scholar of the Constitution. And this wasn't Trump saying it and it wasn't in the Oval Office. Miller was probably putting it out there to see how people would respond. If America would sit back and take it.

So far, the people in New Jersey have been showing up.

But again, I just want to remind people that yes, these people are dangerous. They are dangerous because they don't care about hurting others but also because most of them are incredibly bad at their jobs and make mistakes constantly.

But they are also doing this stuff *because* there is resistance, because more and more Americans are not happy. And by that I mean, even MAGA are peeling off from the cult, and you can tell this from the polls, and from the fact that even some mainstream media is starting to push back (ever so slightly) on the narrative, and because some Republicans in congress are quietly objecting to some of 47's ideas, and because the use of bots is increasing online which means you aren't arguing with MAGA because a lot of MAGA have left the chat.

(People love to toss around the "drinking the Kool Aid" stuff about cults and MAGA, but as a quick reminder, many in Jonestown had seen through Jones' facade and were terrified and wanted to leave but simply had no way to do so. Many cult members do in fact reach a point where they have questions and realize something is wrong.)

As Rachel Maddow said a while ago, the more the regime loses in court, the more cities and governors tell them no, the more protests there are, the more the boycotts work, the more Trump has to back down on his tariffs and make nice with the countries he insulted, the weirder and wilder they are going to get with their cruelty.

But they do mean the cruelty. These people would happily send immigrants to Libya on the *suspicion* that they have committed a misdemeanor. Don't underestimate them. Prepare yourselves.

But also they (Trump especially) are desperate to get massive public opinion on their side again. They need a win. And to a fascist, winning means shows of strength, whether or not the shows of strength work or are even popular.

They also want distractions from the fact that Trump has started to deflate and back down and lower the tariffs against China today. Because that's embarrassing for him and they don't want the news cycle to be about how he's lowered it now to 80% instead of 145%. (80% still isn't low enough, btw. But the public step back is what matters.)

Also they want a distraction from the empty ports, and the truckers losing jobs, and Newark Airport (and all of America's airports) being incredibly unsafe, and from the new Pope not liking them, and from Bill Gates saying Musk is killing children, and so on.

Also remember a lot of these unqualified people are already showing signs of cracking. These are high pressure jobs even for the qualified, and well, these people are not qualified. Many of these things they do seem to initially be mistakes by underlings that they then double down on because, again, fascism is about moving forward and showing strength and not backing down even when it makes political sense.

BUT, this fascist regime is Trump-helmed. And he can and will throw his people under the bus if he wants public opinion on his side (or wants to avoid jail). He has already blamed "his lawyers" for the court losses and is now saying the tariff situation is all "Scotty B" (Scott Bessant). He reportedly is already pissed off at Hegseth for embarrassing him and I doubt he feels great about Kristi Noem getting reamed by Congress. He also hates that MSNBC has been reporting on the airport failures all day and has been ranting about them about on Truth Social. Oh and the Republicans in congress can't agree on the bill Trump wants, so it might not go forward. See?

The situation is fragile and scary.

BUT this is (probably) why it's happening. And to be clear, America has done this sort of shit in its history before. Maybe not on quite this level, but we have. Pushing back against it is also something that we've done before.

(And before anyone can @ me about it. Jim Crow legislation was authoritarian violence leveled against American citizens. How America treated Mexican workers in the 20s and 30s helped give Hitler ideas. There are plenty of persons on US soil who have been kidnapped and disappeared by local governments or the federal government in our history. That is why they don't want us knowing our history--both to hide our sins and to hide how America, eventually, responded to those sins.)

The most dangerous time with an abuser is when the abuser thinks you might leave them. So yes, this is terrifying. But also, so is staying with them.

p.s. today's date is 5/9/25. You all need to enable the post date on posts you see so you stop reblogging old news.

[justaaveragereader]

Slashtober🔪||SilenceOfTheLambs!Wooyoung

Pairing: Wooyoung x Reader

Word Count: 5.5k

Warnings: DARK THEME, Switch!Wooyoung, Bi!Wooyoung, Sub!Reader, Biting, Marking, Unprotected Sex, Spit, Dirty Talk LOTS of it, Restraining, Clit Play, Psychological Play, Talks Of Cannibalism, Brief Sub!Mingi, Brief Bi!Mingi, Slight Degradation, Breast Play, Humiliation, Nipple Play, Slight Blood (Wooyoung Grips The Reader and Slightly Cuts The Skin), Slight Exhibitionism, Small Voyeurism…If I Missed Anything…Lemme Know👀👀

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NSFW UNDER CUT MDNI!!!!

All Ageless, Blank, and Bot Looking Blogs Will Be Blocked.

“I’m here to see inmate 1117.” You say into the speaker, one hand gripping your briefcase the other tucked away in your pocket. The cold wind rushes its way past your skin, leaving a chill that runs through your body. Teeth practically chattering as you wait for the buzzer to go off before you can walk through the gates. The dark luminescent words glow through the gray sky, Hala Asylum.

As you step foot into the hallway, your fingertips numb with coldness, and nerves. It’s been a while since you have seen Wooyoung. The nerves consume you with each step you take. Last time you saw him was a bit over three months ago, you needed additional help with a case, and who better to ask the once well respected forensic psychiatrist. The security guards outside of the room look down at you. Very much well acquainted with your visits. Yunho gives you a small smile before telling you to stand with your arms out so he can scan you over with the metal detector wand.

“I was almost worried we had scared you away.” Yunho says while telling you to turn around so he can scan the back of you. That warm smile on his face, heats your body up a bit. It’s always exciting to see a familiar face.

“We scared her away? She’s literally going to meet up with a canni-.” Yunho hits Mingi in the stomach with the wand, causing him to crouch in pain. Letting out a wheezing noise he looks at Yunho with betrayal in his eyes. Turning around you look at the bent over man. Giving him a small smile before your eyes drift back over to Yunho.

“Sorry about him, he hasn’t had any dinner yet. He gets cranky.” Yunho whispers out, making you chuckle. Mingi stands up letting out a groan, trying to stand straight up, wincing as he goes back to his full height.

“Yea my poor empty stomach.” Mingi says sarcastically, eyes darting over to shoot Yunho a dirty look. You pick your briefcase off of the floor before getting buzzed into the room. The sound of the heavy door unlocking was something you would never get used to. Taking in a deep you clutch your briefcase a bit tighter. Nodding your head you walk in. Yunho reassures you that if you need anything to knock on the door twice, or shout for them. Knowing you wouldn’t need them you step foot into the cell. This wasn’t your first rodeo with Wooyoung, while he was a highly dangerous criminal, you knew he had a weak spot for you.

“It’s good to see you again.” He muffled out through his mask. His eyes immediately crinkle seeing you, it had been so long. You pause in the door before a tiny smile graces your face. Palms sweaty with nerves with each step you take.

“Sorry, I’ve been a bit busy.” You say, taking a seat right across from him. Placing your briefcase on the floor, you hold your hands at the table, wanting to warm up with him first before diving into the case.

“You are nervous.” He says matter of factly, not giving you time to question what he means, he follows up with..

“It’s been a little over 90 days since I saw you last, and you are riddled with nerves.” He says observing the way your chest breathes normally, you can’t let him see you sweat.

“Why do you think I’m nervous?”

Moving as forward as he can, the chains that were holding him to his chair restrict his movement. You can see the smile he has under the mask, you are positive he's flashing those pearly whites.

“I know you are nervous.” He says, before leaning back into his chair, chains clanking with each movement, the sound fills the empty room. The clock ticks with each passing second, you both are staring off at each other. Both of you refused to break eye contact, he loved to be bratty towards you.

“Are you done observing? Or would you like a couple more minutes?” You say, eyes not breaking from his fox eyes. Letting out a high pitched laugh he leans forward again, batting his eyelashes at you. Clearly unfazed you put your elbows on the table resting your hands under your chin, annoyed every second that passes.

“Okay!” He says outloud, attempting to toss his hands up before letting out a squeaky laugh.

“I’m done observing. I learned all I needed to know.” Sitting back in his chair once more he watches as you grab your briefcase, the scent of the leather fills his nose causing his face to scrunch, letting out a fake gagging noise you ignore his charade.

“You know we still have terms.” He says, watching your every movement . You shuffle through the papers, grabbing certain items out of certain folders. Watching your skilled fingers, he licks his lips before shifting his eyes back up to you.

“I didn’t forget Wooyoung.”

“You help me with cases, and I tell you things about myself, correct?” You look back up putting the folder on the table, hands locking as you watch him, eyes as void as an empty space, yet when he smiles light never reaches his eyes. He was an empty shell of information, his actions proved just how hollow he was. With times like these between you both, you always struggled with if he was sincere with you. If everything he said to you was the truth, for all you know he could be playing you just how he plays everyone else. Your gut always chose to disagree with that theory. Holding onto the small possibility that he could be being honest, and real with you.

As you pull open the case files you lay them out on the table. Going over certain details of the cases with Wooyoung getting his intel, truly his professional opinion of who the potential suspect could be as you had no leads on these particular cases. As 45 minutes tick by swiftly, the last 15 minutes are always spent talking about your and your personal life.

“Any love interest?” He asks, completely abandoning the folders on the table. You look up at him then up at the clock realizing you have 15 minutes left of the meeting with him. You let out a quiet chuckle. Gathering the papers in front of you before placing them back in the correct spots. Sitting back in your chair you shake your head no.

“Getting straight to the point today.” You say, cracking a small smile at him.

With a shrug of his shoulders he watches your figure, shoulders at alert, breathing trying to calm as you pick at small loose fabric around your wrists. He makes you nervous and not in the logical sense.

“You know me, these 15 minutes are precious.” As he continues to ask you questions the last couple of minutes fly by, as you begin to stand grabbing your briefcase. You give him one last glance before the big door opens. Yunhos smiling figure is on the other side.

“Have a successful time? He asks, stepping to the side so you could step out.

“A lovely time as always!” Wooyoung says, eyes swallowing your fleeing figure. Before you smile at Yunho, that smile was meant for Wooyoung and both men know it. Nodding your head you say your goodbyes to both guards before making your way down the hall. Yunho and Wooyoung lock eyes before Mingi walks in, grabbing the inmate and trailing him back to his cell. Humming out a small tune as Mingi walks him back to his cell. Yunho looks at the fleeing figures walking down the hall, locking up the heavy door. Before making his way back to the cell block he needs to be posted at, humming the same tune as Wooyoung.

~

The loud buzzer of the door alerts Wooyoung who looks up at your warm presence bless the cold room.

“Why hello Y/N.” His sentence comes out muffled due to the muzzle on his face. Your face is as clear as day making sure not to let him get the one up on you, that this talk is strictly business.

“You came back for another visit? So soon.” He says through a smile. Face brightening up with each move you make. Grabbing a folder you flick through it before placing photos on the table. You point to the pictures, making sure his attention lands on them.

Mingi rounds the corner, taking the mask off of Wooyoung. Who lets out a loud sigh at having his face free. As Mingi rounds the table he stops by your shoulder loudly whispering to you..

“He’s been acting up lately so we had to place the mask on him.” Leaving the room, he looks back at you once more. Giving you a thumbs up, you acknowledge he’s trying to give you a signal that if he’s needed to let him know by any means. As you take a seat you look at Wooyoung clearly not impressed by his antics. A giddy smile is on his lips as he lets out a small squeal. Happy that you are back so soon.

“Acting out?” You say, raising your eyebrow. Questioning why he was acting like such an ass.

“I was not acting out. I was simply doing what I do best.” He shrugs before leaning his body close to the table, trying to be as close to you as possible.

“Eating.”

Rather the room just caught a draft or the temperature dropped completely. Trying to contain your composure. You look at him unfazed by his childish antics. You pull out your briefcase, pulling out the files. Letting out a loud sigh, he begins to whine.

“You always wanna work, work, work. You never come up here because you wanna see me.” Cuffs clinking on the metal chair as he throws his tantrum. You stare at him, rolling your eyes as your hands still from grabbing the folders before placing them back. Letting out a sigh, you run a hand over your face. You watch as his features contort on his face. Nose sleek, and sharp. Eyes swirl with darkness, the mole on his face that you’ve always wanted to run your fingers across. He was gorgeous, in such a wicked way. Life is cruel, it must be if it makes a person like him this likeable. Makes sense why all his victims easily went with him, he was like a drug. You take him once, and you are hooked.

As you are midway through your daydreaming, you realize he’s stopped throwing his hissy fit for quite some time. Eyes examining you deep in thought, letting out a weak cough. You divert your eyes before you can mutter out a word he speaks..

“I find you beyond interesting.” He practically whispers..with a small head tilt, he smiles. Cuffs clinking against the metal with each movement he makes. Eyes scanning over your whole face, and figure, your body heats up at his observation of you. Fiddling with your hands, you had an odd attraction to Wooyoung. In another lifetime where he wasn’t a deranged psycho you had hoped that he would’ve wanted to settle down with you, had a life with you.

“You are soft, like a flower. Like a rose, it may sound cliche, I know.” He chuckles before continuing..

“Your stem, spiky, full of thrones, yet when you finally make it past all of that you get to the top. Beautiful, vibrant petals stem from such a character as yourself.” He lets out a small musical hum, which you guarantee you have heard before. As he continues to fill your head with sweet words, he beckons you over close to him. Like a foolish child, you beckon to calls coming from the pied piper. Wanting to feel your warm skin under his chained hands. You stop just short of him, looking down at his figure, head tilting back he beams his beautiful smile at you. Thoughtlessly you toss your leg over his own, seating yourself in his lap. With a small smile on his face he traces small patterns on your pants leg. Muttering to you how he can’t feel enough of your skin due to the clothing. You clutch the fabric of your pants, not too sure what to do in this situation. Your urges are different from what you would logically do. You know subconsciously that he’s in your head, strumming at the knowledge that he’s got you where he wants you. He’s got you in the same predicament he’s had his victims in, the power of knowledge is deadly especially when it comes to Jung Wooyoung.

Pants long gone on the floor while he nips at your skin, leaving small bruises behind. Nose brushing against the pulse point in your neck inhaling your scent every couple of seconds. His tongue rolls over the small bruises he’s left behind. Your panties drenched as he continues to mark you.

“Let me feel you..”he whispers into your ear, soft hands massaging the fat of your thigh. Your cunt clenches at the thought of him being inside you. He wants to feel you in more ways than one. He wants to feel you all over, he wants to be in you, he wants to be under you, and your skin. Thoughtlessly your hands graze over his shoulder, the silence between you both is so defining. The room is thick with need for each other. You try to hold onto any logical thoughts you have, weighing out the pros and cons of the situation. While logical is the winning pro, the cons sound way to delicious to pass up.

Opening your blouse you try to hurry and undo the buttons. You wind up pausing your movements temporarily as he begins to speak…

“Ah, Ah, Ah, slow down pretty. We aren’t in a rush.” He whispers out, palming his hard on. Thick member throbbing through his prison jumpsuit. His eyes grow darker watching as your fingertips begin to slowly pluck open the blouse. Your breast coming into sight, his eyes flutter. Growing hooded as your soft flesh comes into his eyesight. The soft plump flesh slightly spilling over your bra.

“You smell so good.” He muffles out, mouth full of your breast. One hand tweaks your pebbled nipple. Rolling it in between his thumb and pointer finger. The other holds your breast, mouthing at the soft flesh. As you move closer to him you move back, making your boob leave his mouth with a soft pop. His eyes grow dark as he watches you take off your remaining clothes, tossing them swiftly to the side. Keeping your heels on you, swinging your leg over his thighs. Firmly seating yourself on top of him. He moves his legs as much as he can. The chains clinking against the cold metal chair he’s seated in. You puff your breast out to him, letting your wet nipples bump his face. A small growl leaves his throat before he leans into your chest inhaling your scent once more, before he dives face first into the soft flesh. His one free hand coming up to give your breast a squeeze before pinching your nipple, hearing you squeal as he does such actions has his cock jumping through his jumpsuit. You tilt your head back at the sensation of him rubbing his cool tongue around your areolas. Nipping at the skin around your nipple, leaving small bruises on your flesh. Switching nipples he moves over to your other breast, inhaling as much of your breast as he can. His hot tongue flickers over the bud, with each lick he feels the stiffening bud harden even more under his tongue.

Letting out a loud moan he begins to suckle on it. With his eyes shut, he almost wishes milk would pour from you, so he could drink you down. His eyes flutter shut, as you bring your hand up running through his soft dark locks. Your pussy tingles with each small noise he makes. Almost as if this is more so a treat for the both of you. As you continue to run your fingers through his hair, you begin to rock your hips slightly, putting pressure over his twitching cock. A loud whimper leaves his throat. He continues his heavy breathing as he swaps between each nipple. You grab the back of his head, bumping your heads together. With even more of your breast in mouth he grinds his hips into your clothed cunt. You both are grinding into each other like you are in heat. The cool room begins to heat up, you both are panting. He nips at your nipple, making you let out a small moan, tilting your head back, your chest pushes more into his face. Groaning at your soft flesh, he sucks another mark into your breast, leaving small patterns on the delicate skin. He grips your hip tightly, jerking your body towards him. Nose practically suffocating on your skin. His hot tongue leaves your breast, running all over your warm fresh.

He begins to lap at your skin, your hands grip his shoulders tightly. Moaning his name quietly, trying your best to remain as quiet as possible. With him nipping at your skin, teeth grazing the tender flesh he leaves small bruises behind. His small teeth marks litter your body. Gripping his shoulders a bit tighter as he begins to jerk your hips rapidly back and forth against his throbbing member, you can feel him pulsate through his jumpsuit. Your hands quickly sprawled over his chest, undoing the buttons as quickly as possible.

He snickers quietly, nose coming up to brush against your jawline, inhaling your scent. The groan he lets out is almost as intoxicating as the way he handles you while being chained up. His hooded eyes watch you fiddle with the buttons, the snaps echoing in the room. As you undo the last button you take out his cock. Standing hard, and firm in your hand he lets out a moan, arching his back slightly. He hisses when you begin to pump him slowly, head falling back against the chair, slumping as far as his chains will let him. He watches you with dark eyes, never breaking eye contact.

“Go on..” he says softly, voice still as if he wasn’t just whimpering as he was suckling your breast. His body now slouching as if he was a king on a throne, and not a prisoner chained to a chair because he cannot be trusted to be let loose. He had everyone fooled, he was very clever. He was a trained psychiatrist who did their job perfectly, even in prison people would flock to him. Yet here you were on top of him, feeling like you were the one on the throne.

“You want it? Work for it.” He says pulling his hands up, showing you that they are chained and he can’t do much, or at least you thought. His gaze challenges you, not wanting to let up, you pull your panties to the side, your puffy lips thick with arousal. Letting out a happy sigh he hums that familiar tune once more.

“Look at her..” he practically purrs, voice going straight to your pussy. Shiny with sticky arousal you bite your lip, rubbing two fingers in your cunt. Letting him hear the squelching noises it makes, making sure to tap your swollen bud with each pass through.

“She’s looking like that for me.” He emphasizes, making sure that you knew that you were wet for him. That he was the one bringing you to such a pleasurable state, yet he was confined, not able to move much. The power he held over you was enough to fuel his ego, and his cock. A pretty thing like you panting like a bitch in heat in his lap. Leaking all over his jumpsuit. Your eyes constantly flicker back and forth between his smug face, and his throbbing cock in your hand that you are continuing to pump very slowly earning a hiss from him.

“Well go on pretty, let me make her feel good.” He purrs out once more. Voice making your eyes flutter, his voice sounded like a prayer that was being whispered in your ear. Nodding you sit up slightly, before rubbing his tip between your lips, coating him in your slick before lowering yourself onto him slowly. Back arching as you cunt stretches to accommodate his thickness. As you bottom out, rocking your hips slightly, feeling him snug against you g spot.

“Oh fuck..” you whisper out, hands clutching the shoulder fabric of the jumpsuit. Hiking his hips up, your body bucking up on top of him. You moan loudly, toes clenching in your shoes. That smirk on his face reappears, as he jolts his hips up in quick spurts, chains rattling loudly. His hips move like water, such fluidity as if he wasn’t being held down by metal. Your cunt squeezes on him as his hips snap into yours, a steady rhythm, the chains mixing with the noises of your sopping cunt like they are making their own song.

“You hear that?” He purrs, pulling your hips closer to him, your hands falling forward into his chest. Eyes heavy with pleasure..

“She’s singing for me right now.” He begins to hum along, joining the sounds your cunt and the chains were making. His hums aid in the tune, as if he was creating a song. Leaning your body back against the cold table, breast jiggling with each snap of his hips. Picking your hips up to match his powerful thrusts, he had the hips of a dancer, the fingers of a guitarist, and the mind of a psycho.

“Princess is finally going to do some work, huh?” He asks smirk gracing his pretty lips. Too high on his cock bullying its way inside of you to care you whimper out a small yes. His hands dig into the meat of your thigh, leaving crescent nail marks, fingers strong enough to leave bruises behind. He moves along your body almost as if he’s trying to brand you. You let out a loud whimper, positive that at this rate Mingi and Yunho are holding their ears to the door hearing everything that’s going on. With your upper body lax against the table he gets a full eye shot of your cunt swallowing his cock. Bubbles of arousal seep out as you continue to hike up and down him. Planting your feet on the sides of the chair, snugged under his flexing thighs. The glint in his eye is dangerous, eyes fixated on your bubbling cunt, oozing arousal down his cock. The thick vein on the underside throbs as you are still on top of his body, each deep breath you take feels like you are being lit on fire. Lungs burning with heavy desire. You watch him through hooded eyes, it’s like he knows when your eyes are on him. His own heavy eyes move from your cunt to your face, the light behind his darkness is vacant. He is void of anything, as hollow as any empty husk.

“Are you tired?” He asks with a tilt of his head, playful smirk dancing upon his pretty lips. Letting out a tick noise you lean forward making sure you have your footing correct. Your nose brushes his, taking in a deep breath he etches your scent into his brain. Heavy pants against his lips, while he looks at you through his lashes, that devious smirk never dropping almost as if he’s mocking you, taunting you. Before he has another smart remark you slam your hips down. A high pitch whine leaves his throat, his cuffed hands shooting up to grip your ankles. He needs any piece of your warm skin to help ground him, the softness underneath his fingertips helps bring him back to earth.

“Fu-fuck.” He stutters out, head bobbing back against the metal seat. Eyes darting back to where you and him are connected.

“Count your blessings that I’m being held down. Because if I wasn’t I’d have your bratty ass bent over this table.” He says continuing to stare at your cunt, as if he’s talking to your throbbing pussy. His dirty words make you let out a quiet moan, beginning to move your hips and up down his length.

“I’d shove my cock so deep inside of you, make sure to tire your pretty ass out.” His eyes flick up to look at you. Your body begins to heat with each sentence that leaves his vulgar mouth. You begin to pick up your pace, with his limited motions he wants to talk you through it as much as possible.

“Then when your legs give out from underneath you, I’d turn your pretty body over, and slam your body into a mating press. Making sure I’m deep in that pussy.” Your toes begin to curl into the chair. Hips moving the same speed as he’s talking to you.

“She is a talker, so I know she’d make such pretty sounds.” As he continues talking he remains holding eye contact with you. That warm fuzzy feeling begins to prick at your skin, eyebrows furring together you let out a weak moan, holding eye contact with him while his mouth ran was sex on its own. His intense gaze made the boldest of people cave under such a glare.

“She’s almost as sweet as your own pretty little voice. Look at her, gushing with excitement.” He groans out, eyes flickering down to your cunt. The arousal was beginning to foam around his cock, thick coats of cream paint the sides of him. Moving his hips slightly, matching your pace. One thrust in particular has you flipping forward on him. His hips move fluidly, as if he’s made of water. His hands grip your ankles, hunkering himself down so he can slide in and out of you. Placing your forehead on his own, you lock your hungry lips with him. Tongues dancing to the noises in the empty room.

“Fuck me Wooyoung, please fu-fuck me.”

You hiccup out, fingers curling around his dark locks. Making him let out a small whimper he kisses you again, tongue gliding across your bottom row of teeth before shoving his tongue down your throat. As his nails dig into your soft delicate skin you slam your hips down harsher.

“I’m almost there..” you whimper out, hanging against his lips as he begins to pick up speed, his eyes shut as he pants against your lips.

“Rub your clit for me.” He moans out against your lips, wishing he could let his hands roam free over your body. Moving your hand from his shoulder you harp at your throbbing bud, the contact of your warm finger has your toes instantly locking up on the chair. Thighs begin to shake as your orgasm is swiftly approaching. Wooyoung feels your release, your cunt, clenching and unclenching on him. Keeping his pace he goes harder at his thrusts making sure to brush your spongy spot with each stroke.

“That’s it baby..that’s it.” He groans in your lips before enveloping them in a kiss. White knuckling your skin, cutting it as he grips you tighter. Your blood gathers under his nails. The scent of iron hits his nose, the bloodlust courses through his veins. Letting a loud moan into your mouth he nips at your tongue, your thighs practically vibrating. You drop your body weight against him. Whining to him that you were going to cum.

“Yea..cum pretty girl.” He moans out, nails digging into your further. The sting of his nails has you yelping as he thrusts into you once more, you moan loudly into his mouth, tears pricking at your eyes as he stalls his hips, grinding slowly against that soft spot. As you reach your high Wooyoung continues to grind against your gspot, you howl as your orgasm tears through you, wetting Wooyoungs jumpsuit beneath you. Your body jerks, letting out pathetic whimpers as he continues to slowly grind into you. His hips eventually slow as you are over the peak of reaching your climax. Your body instantly falls slack against his chest. Your legs dangle off of the chair, the small cuts Wooyoung left into your skin are biting at your nerves. His cock still in your, throbbing continuously. Letting out a small whimper at the throbbing, it aids in overstimulating you. Chest rising and falling, your body feels as if you are floating in the clouds, mind blurred as you hear the doors behind to clink.

As your spent body is laid against Wooyoungs upper body. You hear the door opening, your naked backside on display for both guards. Wooyoung moves his head to the side cheerfully greeting both guards.

“Yunho! Mingi! Always nice to see you both!” His eyes crinkle as he smiles at them. Yunhos dark eyes flick to your body on top of Wooyoung who is still balls deep inside of you. The air draft from the door makes your body do a noticeable shiver. Wooyoungs lips kiss your ear lightly..

“I felt your filthy cunt clench on me, happy we got an audience?” He whispers into your ear, the room so small both men heard exactly what he whispered into your ear. Hiking his hips, you moan quietly, body exhausted. You were still slowly coming down from your high as you felt two arms come to wrap under each arm, pulling you off of WooYoungs cock, as they picked up your body your cunt squelches as you are being pulled off. Mingis face flushes at the noise, letting out a small squeal of his own. Wooyoung looks at Mingi who eyes up his wet cock, standing at attention. The new set of eyes on Wooyoung makes his cock twitch.

“Hold her Mingi.” As Yunho makes Mingi hold you up, he goes to shut the large door behind him. Forehead laying against the cool steel door.

“Battling with yourself there Jeong Yunho?” Wooyoung says, tilting his head to the side as if Yunho could see him.

“No.” Yunho replies, locking the steel door behind him before turning around. His body language completely changes , Mingi holds your spent body. While Yunho makes his way towards Wooyoung, undoing his restraints. The metal cuffs fall heavy against the cold floor.

“Yun-Yunho we aren’t supposed to rel-.” Mingis sentence gets cut as you let out a quiet laugh. Eyes flickering up in disbelief. You didn’t even think to put two and two together. Your small noise of surprise makes Wooyoungs cock twitch, the head leaking with pre cum. Mingis eyes darted everywhere in the room, to you, Wooyoungs cock, Yunhos looming figure.

“Don’t you get it?” You are questioning how Mingi could be so naive right now, trying your best to stand on your wobbly legs. Placing both of your hands down onto the table to stabilize yourself while Mingi still holds onto your body loosely.

“Almost shocked you didn’t realize sooner.” Wooyoung says, while tucking himself back into his jumpsuit, your cum staining the front. Keeping it unbuttoned Mingis eyes flicker to him once more before Wooyoung blows him a kiss. Straightening his back up as a blush coats his cheeks.

Man spreading on the chair, he tilts his head back to look at Yunho. Whose gaze falls upon Wooyoung, dark eyes making Wooyoung giggle before standing up and stretching.

“Yunho I don’t like this.” Mingi whispers out, trying to find comfort in his friend once more. Wooyoung makes his way slowly around the table, as Yunho makes his way around on the other side. Yunho takes your body, standing at the other side of the table. Bending your naked body over once more. Mingi watches his friends' actions and shifts in his spot. His own cock begins to harden in his pants. Wooyoung walks behind Mingi, hands rubbing small circles into the small of his back, before placing a hand on the middle of it, bending Mingi over slowly Wooyoung stands behind him. While there was a drastic height and size difference Wooyoung still held way more power over Mingi. Letting his body aimlessly bend over. He watches your focused gaze, as you lock eyes with him.

“You don’t like this but your cock is saying otherwise.” Wooyoung whispers into Mingis ear, hands brushing over his bricked member. Letting out a pathetic whimper, Mingi shifts his body while Wooyoung has a hand on the back of his neck in a firm grip.

“Was she good?” Yunho says, his voice hitting an octave that Mingi has never heard. His eyebrows raise confused as your eyes flutter while Yunhos large hands roam your naked body. Your cum dripping down your inner thighs. His hands still at the back of your thighs, spreading your legs apart. Strings of cum stretch as he opens your legs further and further apart.

“Absolutely delicious.” Wooyoung purrs out replying to Yunho as his fingertips dance along Mingis body. Lowering his lips to Mingis ear he whispers just loud enough for everyone to hear..

“So delicious you could eat them all up.”

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[muletia]

God I need to get Optimus pregnant and it's not even in a necessarly horny sense anymore.

It's the way Optimus referred to "family" as a strictly human concept to Ultra Magnus. Over his time on earth he's grown utterly enchanted by the idea of having one, especially once you're in the picture, but knows it cannot be. No matter how badly either of you want it.

I need him to one day, when everything settles down and you start living out in your little cottage, start noticing a bunch of strange symptoms: He's oddly fatigued, as if his frame is suddenly dumping power somewhere new. He's simultaneously overcome with an unexplainable hunger and nausea, as if his tanks are clamoring for fuel other than energon and reformatting to process it.

I need him to nearly break out in joyful sobbing when Rachet disbelievingly explains his scan's findings to you. Doesn't even have it in him to scold you both for being this irresponsible, not when his old friend looks so... fulfilled. Sincerely thanking him before turning and all but collapsing into you. It's probably best Rachet gives you both a moment of privacy with the news...

(Pregnancy glow hits Opti hard btw)

oh my god, OH MY GOD this is so peak

Me thinks Optimus, at first, would be completely unaware of the meaning behind all these symptoms. Sparked up bots on Cybertron were extremely rare, not to mention that after the war began, there was neither the time nor the opportunity for the creation of new sparklings. Optimus never really had much — if any — exposure to carrier bots. His knowledge of reproduction is limited to the basic understanding that his species is capable of it (something must have ignited that first spark of drive toward reproduction, after all) and that he very, VERY much wants to have one with you. All of the symptoms associated with being sparked up are completely foreign to him.

That’s why, at first, he isn’t concerned. He rationalizes the oddities as simply his body adjusting to a new, slower, more peaceful life. The shift from Autobot leader to house husband, whose most stressful responsibility is remembering to refill the hummingbird feeder, is drastic. No wonder his frame is responding to it. And the fact that these symptoms have persisted for weeks, months, even? Well. Maybe he just needs a lot of time to fully adjust.

Until you begin to notice that something strange is going on with Optimus.

The energon supply is disappearing at an alarming rate. More than once, you’ve woken up in the middle of the night to the sound of him rummaging through cupboards and the storage shed, searching for more. He snacks constantly, even though he’s just refueled. And lately, he’s been so clingy. Always wants to be close to you, touching you in some way, whether it’s cuddling or simply maintaining some form of contact. He’s stopped going on his usual walks to watch birds just so he can spend more time with you.

And most concerningly, he’s started whimpering when you are ready to leave for work, begging you to stay home. With him.

The realization strikes you like a bolt of lightning the moment you finally notice the slight swell of his abdomen (since we’re already fully committing to human pregnancy symptoms, why not give him a little baby bump?)

"Opti… are you… pregnant?"

And suddenly, everything clicks into place for him, too.

Ratchet is contacted immediately. Then comes disbelief. Shock. And joy. So much joy. The old medic has never seen his friend so genuinely happy, so full of life. Optimus' usual reluctance toward PDA is completely overridden by his sheer need to share his happiness with you. He covers your face in kisses, confessing that his greatest dream has just come true.

And while, at first, it’s incredibly difficult for you to process the idea that a robot can even get pregnant, let alone with an entirely different species, his joy is so raw and so pure that you can’t help but be swept up in it, too. For now, you don’t want to think about how or why. You just want to stay in this beautiful moment with him.

But, of course, there’s no avoiding a very long lecture from Ratchet about responsibility and how in Primus’ name is this even possible?!—it’s an unskippable cutscene. But the sting of his scolding is completely overshadowed by the sweetness of this joyous revelation.

and you are so real for the pregnancy glow. that Opti face card is gonna be LETHAL

[what-even-is-thiss]

I’m sitting back and I’m thinking tonight about something I think about quite often, actually. That being the genocide and war going on in Gaza right now.

You might think that I never think about it because I never post about it. Well, that’s not true. The truth is that in the early days things were happening quite fast and I knew very very little about the history behind it. So I said nothing while I tried to sort out what the facts were because during the first days of the Ukraine war I had jumped the gun and talked and reblogged too fast and accidentally spread misinformation.

So I waited and watched. And I got so many hate messages for my silence. And when I tried to say I was waiting and learning I got more hate messages for that.

So after that I just said nothing. I also kept learning more. I know much more now. I’ve boycotted. In my personal life I’ve tried to educate people about it.

Most of all though, it greatly upsets me. Like all of it. I’ve seen videos of the Israeli hostages returning home lately and almost none of the reports I’ve watched have mentioned the role that Israel took in killing their own hostages. None of them are showing footage of Palestinian hostages or prisoners returning home.

I think I’m gonna go back to saying nothing after this post. But not because I’ve got nothing to say. Because I’ve moved beyond anger a long time ago and just moved into despair about the whole thing. I want to help. I can’t help. I’m broke, Israel isn’t letting aid in, I can’t tell fundraising campaigns from scam bots in my messages and even if I could I don’t have any money. On top of it all I’m watching President 47 be even worse than President 46 about it.

Yes I voted for Biden and Harris. I still hated what they were doing. I hated it with my entire body and soul. But I knew the alternative was the guy we’ve got now who is enthusiastically proposing to expel an oppressed people from their land and turn it into a beachfront resort.

I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what to do. The world feels full of impossible things right now. I’m upset. I’m something beyond upset all the time. I can’t look at the numbers for too long or I start literally throwing up. They’ve killed so many children and I can’t stop them.

But no my silence doesn’t mean that I don’t care. I feel like throwing up right now as I type. I can’t do anything. The cant do anything part aches in my bones. And it doesn’t matter. What matters is the people who are suffering.

So, that’s why I’ve been silent on that. Maybe it’s been the wrong choice. Maybe it hasn’t. I still don’t know. Anything I say on this always feels like it’s somehow wrong.

It just eats me inside so thoroughly that a people who lived through a genocide themselves would so enthusiastically support another one. I have no words for that. No words in the entire world.

I’m sorry for being silent. I honestly don’t know what else to do. My despair stops me from thinking clearly about any of this. I have no power. I don’t know what to say. I think I’ve just said all I can. There’s a lot of people out there a lot smarter than me who know a lot more about Gaza than I do. Don’t get your news from me.

[lets-try-some-writing]

I don’t mean to pester but all the question I’ve seen about how something seems to be a mild inconvenience or just a thing that for humans it’s just whatever but for the bots it’s life ending or extremely dangerous.

ex- Adrenaline for humans is whatever extra energy but for bots to they’re final energy source that will be they’re last stand.

Do you have any head cannons that might be in reverse? Something at is mild to bots but severely life ending for a human?

I mean, a lot of things that are mild to a bot are probably lethal to a human. But if we are going the comedic route, this is one thing I see being pretty normal for the bots, at least during the war, that would automatically mean problems for a human.

Cybertronians are capable of operating with a surprising lack of limbs and internal organs when pressed. It entirely depends on what organs and limbs are taken of course, but they can continue living in very unfortunate states. Humans can also take a beating, but not to the same level as their autonomous robotic organism visitors. That said, generally the bots only received injuries that matched human ones in outward appearance. The humans weren't too disturbed since a broken arm or a busted plate mimicked human injuries. But when things got real? Yeah, it was a little disconcerting.

Bumblebee came back to base on one occasion with his legs partially detached from his body at the waist. He still had all the wiring, he was just strung out a bit. He didn't seem all that concerned once he had a painkiller, and Ratchet was more annoyed than truly afraid. But the humans? They saw it as terrifying, especially whenever Bumblebee moved and his internals moved around in a mechanical and yet far too organic manner.

Another situation that left the humans grossed out came in the form of Ratchet casually tending to a hit to the helm Optimus received. It was bad enough that something internally was knocked out of place, so the doctor simply got out his tools and removed part of Optimus's helm to work on his processor. The whole affair was reminiscent of brain surgery for the humans... at least until Ratchet straight up removed a few bits, fixed them, and put them back in place. All while having a casual conversation with the mech on his table. Optimus didn't appear very concerned, but there was something about watching Ratchet perform a surgery while chatting that left the humans unsettled. Similar surgeries weren't unheard of, but removing bit? Yeah no. If it happened, it didn't happen often and certainly not so casually.

In the third most terrifying incident, Arcee was brought back to base with part of her spine pulled out. The humans all but threw up on the spot, but Arcee appeared more annoyed than actually in pain as Ratchet laid her out and calmly began putting struts back into place. According to him, the injury was only a mild case of spinal disconnection and due to the swiftness of the team's response in getting her back to base, it was a quick fix. June however never really got over the scene of Arcee curled up in a weird position with bits of her spine clearly visible.

The bots can take a beating. And while injuries to the finer processes are dangerous, so long as they are addressed quickly, a bot can survive just about anything.

[miss-nandini]

hey it’s me again can I get a Mirage x reader flirting one shot with the reader making Mirage blush please 🙏

A/N: This was such a treat! Hope you like it!

Just You Wait, Darling (Mirage x Reader)

It all started when he came back to you with sand and grasses all over him. What the heck happened? When you enquired he said that he was unlucky enough to run into a Decepticon. 

You sighed. Run-ins with the Decepticons were happening so often that it was concerning. But again, there was nothing you could do about it. So, you did what you do every single time— wash his entire form and sigh at his attempts at rizzing you up. 

"You know (Y/N), I reallyyy love it when you give me so much attention. You look so cute, trying to focus on your work and all that." 

You coughed, trying to mask your embarrassment. Must he say such things with that look in his eyes? It makes you feel things you shouldn't. Mischievous little shit.

"Aww don't hide your smile like that~"

Okay, that's it. You thought. You needed to give him a taste of his own medicine. 

"How can I not Mirage? When you are so... magnificent and handsome?"

And just like that, he shut his mouth. You smirked, knowing that you had managed to catch him off-guard with your sudden comment.

"Oh uhm..." Mirage tried to find words. It is usually him who compliments you and tries to flirt with you. You never say such things to him. A part of him knows you are playing with him but that knowledge doesn't stop him from feeling a little flustered. 

"What? You don't believe me? Look at you! You are gorgeous, your alt mode is gorgeous! You are strong, kind and always so nice to me! Anyone with eyes can notice that!" 

Your smirk widened, noticing that he was having trouble looking at you straight.

"N-now (Y/N), do-don't go around saying such things so openly. A guy o-or a bot might get the wrong idea..." He stammered, a blue hue rising to his face. 

"But.. it's true!" You laughed "Jokes aside Mirage, I told you the truth." 

You really were telling the truth. He might be annoying at times, but he still means a lot to you. You just got the perfect opportunity to give him a hint, didn't you?

"You really are something else..." 

He chuckled lightly, the blue hue darkening in his faceplate. There was a different kind of warmth in his optics you hadn't seen before. It made your own heart flutter.

...You definitely liked seeing Mirage blush. You will just have to do it more often. You thought with a smile as you finished cleaning him up.