#incert

[deniellecup]

Alastor x Isaac

You are mine~

[noisilydistinguishedbeard]

Nu știu ce fac...

Sunt într-o perioadă a vieții în care nu știu ce fac… Mă învârt în lumea asta căutând ceva care să îmi aducă un scop… O cauză poate? Atâția ani de studii și tot nu știu ce vreau să fac… Un viitor atât de incert. Mi-am dat seama destul de târziu că sunt capabilă de atâtea lucruri și acum vreau să le învăț pe toate… dar nu se poate… De fapt se poate dar vreau să o fac într-un timp scurt… Vreau…

[explosiv-glasses]

*I made this in blender and apparently images don't render*

WHAT'S BEHIND THE CUBE?!

[someonehugratchet]

Things I would say to TFP characters that would probably confuse them:

Optimus:

• big dumb blue bitch

• how were you a librarian yet you can’t get people to be quiet

• pulling all the hoes with that autism rizz, hey big guy?

• single dad

• Have you ever been fragged from both ends at once?

• pookie smookie bear

• magnificent blue bitch

• you’re shaped like a friend

• Is your spark secretly a cat?

Ratchet:

• Nurse Ratched

• Cuckoo

• Can you step on me but like not kill me?

• actually you can kill me

• I’m going to bite you on the face

• handsome

• Transformers can get pregnant right? Would you like me to try get you-

• Big Boy

• Pretty Boy

• I want to show you Hacksaw Ridge but I think you’ll cry and I Optimus would get mad at me

• toots

• heya sugar tits

• what would you do if I swallowed a coin

• what would you do if I throw up blood a week ago and didn’t tell anyone

Arcee:

• Sis

• Shadowheart wannabe

• “Hello Darkness My Old Friend~”

• Sonic The Hedgehog

• baddy with an addy

• I wanna chew on your legs is that weird

• girly pops

• girl you should get your nails did

Bulkhead:

• You have a squishy kind of vibe about you

• bubba

• bulky boy

• you are a sweet potato and I will not elaborate

• mean green mother from out of space!

• just a little guy

• a sweet baby

• I’m adopting you as my brother sorry about it

Wheeljack:

• slut

• sorry

• pleasure bot

• ARE YOU ITALIAN OR SPANISH I DONT KNOW?

• is being in a jet like being inside another bot to you or…?

• did you bite as a sparkling?

• have you heard of One Direction?

• they totally did break up

• …

• like the wreckers-

• pookie

• Lone Ranger behaviour

Bee:

• MY SON

• a wittle baby

• with knives

• Scout’s Honour!

• your puppy dog eyes could save the war I’m so serious right now

• bumble baby

• honey bee

• honey pie

• cutie pie

• I would commit so many war crimes for you

• starch that I will like right now don’t even test me

Smoke Screen:

• swiper no swiping

• twin~ where have you been~?

• have you considered war crimes?

• sparkly boy

• stoner screen

• vape screen

• Vapor screen

• shiny baby

• I have… another child?

• problem child

[zombie-mortem]

I love my god boy. 🎀🪱

[skaradupa]

Finished rewatching Gravity Falls

For the record I do love Ford, I just don't like him/L

[static-arz]

MY VERY FIRST SLEFINSERT OC!!

I haven't used her for a while so she's going to metal cardbot verse 💋 lore will be dropped soon, gotta draw her more tho ;;

[furiouspatience]

Today is my day

My birthday

[therocketeer0501]

Emptiness Machine

Starscream X Mech Pilot Reader

Author note: here’s chapter 7! Sorry it took me a bit and today’s chapter is a bit longer to make up for it. Been going through some stuff. No warnings for this chapter!

Chapter 7

Coming online by degrees, you take in a shaky vent. Your optics flicker and warning messages blare, taking up all the space on your HUD. Internal damage, low energy, unable to disconnect, major mesh damage. You wince as you try to sit up and see where you are. A servo coming up reflexively to hold your chest plates together. Your digits find a fresh weld there as well as an Energon patch, someone had done minor repairs on your frame. You slowly move your optics over your plating. There were a few more fresh welds. Your optics flick over to find a faint purple glow, and sitting there against the wall you were leaned on, was a cube of Energon.

After looking around some more, you see that you had been taken to some sort of cell. An energy wall separated you from a larger circular room with more cells around the outside. In the center was a terminal and an empty, bot sized chair. Groaning, you try to get to your feet. If they thought you’d trust the Energon cube they left for you after all of what just happened, they were sorely mistaken. You pointedly ignore the persistent ping of the low fuel level warning as it invaded your vision. In your cell there was only a bench. Cybertronians didn’t need water for anything and it seems prisoners weren’t kept alive for very long here. You manage to drag yourself over to the bench and lean back. The patch on your chest still has some Energon infusion left but you need to take stock of the damage done to your actual body.

It takes you a moment to remove the patch but when you do, it’s easy to see the damage. There were long tears in the mesh beneath and the plating had been welded back in place properly. Luckily enough, they had the sense not to weld the seams of the cockpit closed. This gave you access to the gel capsule where your body rested. Engaging the springs manually since the connection was severed when Shockwave had torn into your chassis, you gingerly lift the plating away. It looks about as bad as you had expected. Your body had dried blood on its forehead, there was some bruising. But overall the damage wasn’t that severe. The scuffle with Megatron hadn’t affected the connection. You let out a relieved vent.

Just then, a door slid open with a mechanical swish and in walked the boxy blue bot who had carried you. Soundwave, Megatron had called him. When his visor dropped to your slumped form, you quickly close the plating around your body and glare defensively. He was carrying another Energon cube in one of his servos. The other servo raised in what was supposed to be a gesture of reassurance. He spoke in a quiet tonal voice.

“Little one. You must refuel.”

You glare at him. Little one? This was absolutely not the picture Optimus had painted of the Decepticons. Not getting up or making a move to retrieve the Energon cube he’s already placed inside the cell for you, your optics never leave him. He moves closer, activating a button on the panel outside that opens a small window in the energy field so he can place the second cube inside. He steps back but continues to watch you, his expression unreadable. You try to speak but your speech synthesizer crackles and glitches. The damage Megatron did wasn’t severe but it had wrecked your ability to speak clearly for now. Still you grate out the words through gritted denta.

“Gg-go fr-ag yourssss- tryiing-to poissss-on m-me“

The incomplete sentence hanging in the air a moment before the mech turns away as if to walk out. Before he reaches the door he turns and points to the cubes, speaking one last time over his shoulder.

“Fuel: acceptable. Not contaminated. Refuel.”

With that he leaves, the door sliding shut behind him. You extend your hand in a rude human gesture that would mean nothing to him, but it made you feel better anyway. You can’t help but feel the empty tank of your mech scraping the last bits of Energon from its walls. A little couldn’t hurt could it? Dr. Antonov and the Cybertronian scientists he worked with had made your mech as close to an actual Cybertronian as possible. The biology almost indistinguishable from the alien species except for the cockpit in its chest. This included the nanites that were found within the lines of a mech. The self repair system. He wasn’t sure of the effects nanites would have on the human body at first, but after he discovered the tiny organisms wanted nothing to do with organic matter, he implemented their use in all of his creations.

Taking the cube in your servo you lift it to your olfactory sensors, detecting no poison. You tentatively slide your glossa out to taste the Energon. It tasted just as staticky as it normally does. Hungrily you gulp down the first cube. Systems start to come back online and your vision clears slowly after a few hours. Forcing yourself to save the second cube until you need it again, you lie down on your side with your back to the wall. Your wing panels tuck against your frame and you wait for someone else to return. They had kept you alive for some reason. Perhaps for information or study. At least they knew to keep you out of Shockwave’s lab. Shivering when you think what he might have done with you if the other two hadn’t intervened.

You think back on the times that Optimus Prime had discussed the Decepticons with the members of Project Archangel. There were five back then. Five working mecha and five pilots. He had called a meeting to inform all of you of the danger you were getting ourselves into. He told you everything. The 11 worlds already practically glassed by the Decepticons. How earth was the second to last world and they could have plans to terraform it into a new Cybertron. It seems their homeworld was now uninhabitable due to the chemical weapons utilized by the Decepticons. Optimus blames Megatron for the destruction of their world.

“It didn’t need to be this way. But Megatron had decided the only path to peace on Cybertron was to eliminate an entire generation of our people. He wanted no one left. Only those who were down with him in the pit. Only those who knew the same hardship he did.”

He went on to describe the war on Cybertron before they left. How entire cities were bombed to ash. Burning metal and ozone all that was left of beautiful architecture and culture. All the wealthy citizens didn’t last long under his reign. He took control of most of the planet and its resources before Orion Pax decided to lead a rebellion against his tyranny. The death told had climbed to heights he couldn’t have possibly imagined. Primus himself intervened and deemed the young mech worthy, awarding him with the matrix of leadership. A powerful weapon only wielded by someone who would use it for the right reasons. From then on, Orion became known as Optimus Prime. That is the short version. He talked for hours. You remember nearly falling asleep by the time he finished.

Though the thing that stuck with you the most was the fact that he and his followers had killed indiscriminately. Their rule, though short, was tyrannical. Just the kind of thing they were fighting against. You shook your helmet at the thought. Such blind rage was something you knew well though. There were wars on earth before the Cybertronians came. One of those wars left you without most of your family. Leading you to project archangel and Dr. Antonov.

Your thoughts were once again interrupted by the metallic swoosh of the door opening up and ped steps announced the arrival of a bot. You don’t lift your helm right away. Instead you leave your optics offline and listen. The bot uses a data pad to loudly bang on the outside of your cell making you startle. Your optics find a familiar smug looking face and a crooked smile. Starscream. He speaks, his voice a deep rumble in the circular room.

“I have some questions for you. Care to share some information with me? Seraphim?”

[weskersvivisector]

Selfship sketch

it's not oc x canon btw ... why

[superskaya-ahdishna]

My self-insert into X-Men Evolution ^_^ Me and Kurt Wagner are besties!!

Her X-Men name is Object

her mutation is that she turns into non-organic object(furniture, machines, weapons), it depends on her imagination and knowledge of the object

[vosmoyleft]

mdni❤️

This is your warning to unsubscribe before it's too late...

credit to @blutig-hund for inspo 

[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

Jax and Zooble (seperate) x reader whos mute? Their appearance is based off a mime and pantomime logic often happens to them (like being trapped by invisble walls, being able to use invisible tools, etc). Maybe the reader gets into danger and speaks for the first time, calling to them for help?

You didn't specify if this is meant to be romantic or plutonic so I wrote it as plutonic, hope that's okay!

Zooble x mime Reader

★ Zooble is just relieved to finally meet someone who won't try to talk to them when they want to be left alone. You are very easy to ignore which wins you some friendship points.

★ You have so much power as a mime, a downside being that you can't speak. Actually, you probably don't even have a mouth. Why would you need one? If you were mute before getting stuck in the circus it would be fitting for you not to have a mouth.

★ Oh god, the invisible walls, they are the bane of your existence. It's amusing to everyone else but infuriating for you. Imagine being stuck in a mirror maze but you can't see the mirrors.

★ On the bright side you can chase Jax around the tent with an invisible chainsaw! So I guess you win some and lose some.

★ While Zooble appreciates the quiet that comes with being around you, they would rather not play a game of charades when you need to tell them something. The solution? Just write it on paper, obviously.

★ Still, you mostly talk with your hands and facial expressions. After a while Zooble might actually learn what you mean! A conversation like that goes like this:

Y/n: 👋

Zooble: "Um, where did Gangle go?"

Y/n: 👈👌🫡👍😓

Zooble: "The hell is she doing under the lake?!?"

Y/n: 🫵😠🤌🫤☹️👏

Zooble: "Oh for @&$#'s sake.."

Y/n: 😮‍💨🙌

Ragatha (in the corner): "How did you understand any of that?"

★ The first and only time Zooble heard you speak was a shock. At first they thought it was a weird, cruel joke by Jax. But no, it was undeniably you. And you where in trouble no less. The shock quickly fades.

★ Zooble isn't exactly a night in shining armor but they are capable of helping you. After helping you get out of whatever trouble you were in they try to forget about it. Zooble is a firm believer in not asking too many questions.

★ Random thought but do you think Zooble is aroace? I feel like they might be but I'm probably wrong.

[kaevillin]

On the 26th I went to see Deadpool and Wolverine with my boyfriend for our month, I became obsessed with the Deadpool dance....

[zombie-mortem]

– Dou you wanna dance, darling? ✨🎀

Ok, I think maybe I like drawing with Mettaton too much. Maybe I'll continue my ship with him. 🎀😻

[freshhoneytea]

Got carried away? Yes. Do I regret anything? No. :)

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