#kibble blade

[kitisplode]

all the kirby mainline midbosses~!

i’ve spent the past couple weeks working on these, and now i guess i’m going to spend the next bit of time working on designing some more midbosses to fill out the abilities that don’t have them

if you happen to have your own OC midbosses, lemme draw them, too! maybe

[cali-kabi]

~ hiya wanted to repost one of my favorite artworks from August of last year the Kirby 30th Anniversary Music Fest :D when I saw the novel I thought it be a good time to repost my art for it <3 for those you saw it last year I changed the colors of the lineart that’s it and colored Kirby’s glow stick cuz for some reason I forgot alshkdldj xD🌸🌟💫⚡️💖hope you like it💫🍬

[artsy-imogen]

*(a guest arrives at MK's quarters)* 💙🍵

✩ gotta look clean for the Queen ! x3✨ wonder what they are building,, 🤫

✩ (ps. your art is literally so gorgeous I adore your style sm ;v;✨✨)

[whatwooshkai]

12 for the number of letters in that/whatwooshkai

Chase's frame is a well-oiled machine. It is a uniform, it is a tool for justice, it is nothing more than what he needs it to be to do his job.

And that would be the total and complete truth, if it weren't for these Primus-damned finials.

He has attempted to implement emotion-supressing protocols to stop them from moving so damn much, but he wasn't so good at it that he could hide the coding from medibots, who would immediately delete it upon finding it, despite Chase's protests.

"It will make me better at my job," he had tried. "A field should be kept close and professional, finials should be the same!"

They'd just laughed at him, and laughed harder when his finials pinned back.

Finials aren't rare on Cybertron, but they continue to be an object of fascination regardless. Many times bots would have no qualms about reaching out and touching and groping his finials, just to see them flick and twitch, because leave me alone, those are sensitive- which just encouraged them more.

"You're uptight," Blades had drawled, leaning over the top of his bunk to look down at him. "Try to stop reacting. They just want to see you vulnerable."

Chase's finials had pinned back, flicking when he noticed Blades' optics tracking the movement. "I do not understand."

Blades sighed heavily, dropping down onto his chassis. "You and me both."

Despite the strange end to that conversation, Chase had tried his best to follow the advice. But the finials seem to have a mind of their own, and he doesn't even notice most of the time when they move on their own accord.

At least on Earth it's been better. His rescue bots have known him for so long they're not fascinated by his finials, and the humans don't seem to notice them half the time.

He's still not fond of them. They take away from his professional image and he can't control them.

And then, what a surprise, Heatwave makes it worse.

They had been sitting on the couch. Heatwave was splayed across Chase's lap, drawing, while Chase balanced the datapad he was reading on Heatwave's windshield.

It had been a Cybertronian essay on the mechanimals that found themselves populating solely large cities, a truly fascinating subject he hadn't gotten around to reading about yet.

So by the time he noticed, it was too late.

Heatwave had his digits on Chase's finial, rubbing gentle circles up and down. Instead of an electric jolt and a horrible feeling of wrong, a strange calm comes over him, and an involuntary purr begins to rise from his engine. He slumps forward, leaning on Heatwave, who coos mockingly.

"Look at that," he says with a triumphant grin, putting down his stylus to rub the other finial, and the purring gets louder. Chase tries to push his frustration through his field, but content flows out instead, making Heatwave's grin grow bigger. "Chase-y's got an off switch!"

Chase glares at him, but he knows it comes off as pathetic with the way Heatwave laughs at him.

Stupid fucking finials.

[icedragonlizard]

There's a bunch of these guys, there's still many of them that I could not fit in the poll, so an "Other" option is especially necessary here!

[noatpad]

Stellar Allies!

Hoo man, I was a bigger fan of saturated colors than I thought back then, geez, haha. The effects were something that definitely wasn't a forte of mine at the time, but the composition was actually not too shabby looking back at it.

But man, was I excited for Star Allies. Even though I do consider it the weakest of the modern Kirby games personally, that hype was real.

[quanblovk]

BOO!

OH BOY OH BOY TIME TO TALKABOUT STUFF REGARDING THESE PICS

W.I.P's because i got rlly burnt out and lost motivation to draw gijinkas....sad...

I still am btw, they're just so scary to draw! The proportions! The BODIES! As soon as i finally finished planning their poses, all my art juice ran out....

So i tried to do a simpler one like the right pic, where the two are chibis instead. Unfortunately i also never finished it, I wonder why? 🤔

Also for the first pic, i had a kickass fic planned too! Just like with Star Ninja. Basically DMK goes around asking everyone what present he should get and buys a shitload of valentines day gifts! All execpt for chocolate. After he saw Galacta Knight getting sick from eating so much chocolate, he decided it was best to buy something inedible instead.....(man he got so much chocolate from the waddle dees! He couldn't bring himself to waste it all too!)

Then a bunch of stuff happens that causes DMK to loose his gifts one by one. He gets really upset and goes take a small deppression walk. Though, coincidentally, Gala was also taking a walk at the very same place and DMK notices him from afar. In a panic, he just steals a random heart balloon from a balloon vendor because he didnt want to seem empty handed. GK rushes to DMK, he hands him the balloon aaaaaannddd.......

Gala literally cries and pulls him in for a spinny hug! Things went well and DMK still managed to give Gala a memorable present.

Thats why u see the

Balloon!

.............

OH GOD I WOULD'VE NEVER FINISHED THAT FIC IN TIME FOR VALENTINES DAY LMAO

Ouugghhhh.......

Anyways have this scrapped White Day pic as thanks for reading my (hopefully) comprehensible rambling!

[transingthoseformers]

So, I've finished Wildcard's patterning, and here's her full 1.0 version for the RID-Adopter!

I'm actually really proud of the colors here, and playing around with the heterochromia was fun because in all likelihood it's for a much different reason than Dissent's (the reason Dissent has a red right optic when the right and literally every biolight being purple is because that one had to be replaced and only red was available), which in likelyhood is Wildcard being a chimera! We see split spark twins in several canons, so what's to say a spark split and then recombined?

[ardensregias]

blade as a cat, mentions of trauma and abusive behavior towards a cat, gn!reader

spotting a flea-covered and dirty cat!blade on your way back home. he hisses and growls when you try to pick him up, trying to look scary but he's just scared you're going to hurt him like those humans who showered cold water on his beautiful dark fur just because he passed by their house.

soften up when you pulls out a bag of kibbles, serving a small amount of them to him. he starts to move closer on his own, sniffing the food to make sure it's not poisoned before he starts to eat. it's been so long since he's had any proper meal.

he thanks you, rubbing himself on your leg and curling his long tail around it before presenting you a small knife from a nearby trash can. what an odd gift, you think. but blade's actual intention with it was to give you something to protect yourself.

due to that, you gave him the name blade and bring him with you to your home. the feline will be a great companion and stress relief, for you can just kiss his small and angry face whenever you feel exhausted.

you wash blade's fur, cleaning the fleas off and cutting his nails short—which he wasn't fond of, since his instincts tells him he needs those to guard your home from predators.

yet the way your gentle hands are caressing his fur and rubbing the dirt off his body have successfully draw out a small, sad meow from him. he has never felt so loved and cared for before.

after a few days of being your companion, his face is still grumpy as ever, but kitty blade's behavior has improved a lot. he'd follow you to the toilet, silently watching and observing you while you're taking a dump. blade sleeps beside you while hugging his tail, occasionally waking up to see if there's anything that bothers you.

will paw at you until you feed him. he wakes you up by sitting on top of your chest until it's hard to breathe, kneading your flesh as if it's dough. and don't expect to get your work done when blade is around, as he would sit on your keyboard and create an entire paragraph about how cruel you are to place your hands on it instead of his soft fur, then proceeds to look at you with that straight and unapologetic face after accidentally sending it to your client.

he's a feisty one, but deep down inside blade is just a clingy little guy with who yearns for your full attention—something he's never got to feel before.

[aethien11-blog]

NOTE: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS. (Also, I’m a sappy, silly, dork at times. Sorry not sorry.) I took some liberties when it came to JJK as I’ve only seen the two seasons on crunchy roll and kinda ran with it. Sorry if that’s upsetting.

The boys reactions to learning their s/o has been kidnapped

Fem Reader x : Sakuna, Megumi, Nanami, Itadori

WARNINGS: use of ‘naughty words’, mentions of blood, rape, mutilation, death, violence, and possible spoilers.

RYOMEN SUKUNA

The King of Curses was phased by nothing. Your presence (or lack of) wasn’t that important. He could go a day without you, without thinking of you.

Ryomen snarled. And yet here he was again for the fifth time this hour wondering how much longer you planned to take. Just how long did humans need to visit family for anyway? What was so damned special about it? 

“Great One!” Uraume immediately knelt beside him. 

“Uraume?” His four eyes blinked once before, “Where is y/n? Waiting my room?” It was a pleasant thought but his battle instinct said otherwise. 

“Forgive me, Great One. Lady y/n,” Uraume stiffened.

“Don’t keep me in suspense,” he snarled.

“Forgive my error. Lady y/n was taken, my Lord.”

“Taken?”

Maybe it was fear, maybe a blush that lit Uraume’s face. “Yes. Lady- lady y/n sent me away briefly so she could speak with her family. Apparently, I make them uncomfortable.” It was only a moment but it felt like an eternity passed before she spoke again. “I should have sensed it. I apologize for my error, Great One.” “What are you yapping about? And where is she?” Ryomen roared. 

It was impossible to still the tremble that shot through her body. “I don’t know where she is, Lord Sukuna. Only that she sent me away. I stepped to the door, heard something, turned and she was gone. Every member of her family were slaughtered in that moment.” Uraume trembled again. “I don’t know, my Lord.”

“Her body was not among the dead?” It didn’t hurt. He wouldn’t say that. His chest just moved weird when he asked. It wasn’t like his heart could actually hurt over this.

“She was not, my Lord.”

“Hm. I should have figured. You would have brought me a corpse at least, if that were the case.” 

“Your trust is flattering, my Lord.”

“Hmph. Find out who took her and what they want. You have one day.”

“My lord.” Uraume disappeared from his sight quickly then.

Yes. It didn’t matter if you were gone a whole day. He wouldn’t allow it to affect him but hell was coming for the creature that disrupted his plans for the evening. 

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“Wow. I’ve seen stupid before, but you’re something else.”

“Ssshhh ut up, human.” The creature’s hissing speech was irritating enough but if this thing thought it stood a chance. “Or I’ll shh, cut out that ssstupid tongue.”

You giggle. “As if. Lord Sukuna will turn you into kibble.” Briefly you scrunch your brows before wondering out loud, “I wonder if Uraume has fed his pets yet today.”

A blade appeared, pressed to your lips. “Sssssh ut it!”

You can’t help but smile and lick the flat of it. “You don’t stand a chance.”

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

“Why are we being called in?” Megumi asked in his usual uninterested tone.

“The higher ups have a stick up their ass and they want us to pull it out…probably,” Gojo sniped before finishing with a grin. 

Megumi rolled his eyes. One day, his teacher was going to step too far and those same higher ups were likely to come down on him but today wasn’t the day…probably.

The doors came open as Megumi, Yuji, Nobara, and Saturo stepped close. “There is no time for greetings. Seat yourselves and let’s begin.”

“Well, nice to see you too,” Saturo Gojo sniped with a smile. “Whaddya got for us?”

Heavy sighs echo through the small room before a woman’s voice said, “Watch.” On a screen on the side of the room, a newscast was being played.

As soon as the reporter switched to the scene behind them, three sets of eyes turned to Megumi. He didn’t notice. His eyes were glued to yours looking up him through the screen. 

To say Megumi was used to loss was fairly accurate. He accepted loss was a part of every mission and pretty much expected it… but that was no excuse for you to go and get yourself captured by curse user. 

The demands were that one person alone was to deliver their required ransom for you (another cursed object that should never leave the school) or they would turn you into their newest curse. Worse, they made the demand publicly, ensuring the higher ups couldn’t just sweep their request (and you) under the rug. 

What none of them expected was that Megumi would volunteer to be the one to deliver their ransom. Or that he would have a plan to get you back without having to give up the cursed item.

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These fuckers were in for a hell of a surprise. You weren’t worth anything and you knew it. Just some orphan left in the care of the state to manage a life that had thus far amounted to little. For fuck sake, you only graduated high school last year and who in their right mind tries to take a cafe barista as a hostage. These guys were nuts. 

But hearing what they demanded and their threats just riled you. No, you weren’t worth some great value but you’d be damned if they were doing a single thing to you without a fight. 

KENTO NANAMI

The steady clack of keys on keyboards was near deafening as the entire office echoed it. Blank faces stared at bright screens as the sun sank behind the horizon. Another day of boring repetitive garbage. 

Nanami stood from his desk, collecting his things in his usual slow and perfectly controlled manner. At least y/n should be ready by the time he got there. He had worked a little late, but then, you usually took an extra minute to close up shop. 

Nanami smiled to himself as he lifted his briefcase and slid his laptop in. You always made him a special set of bread as the last one of the day so it would be fresh and warm even after you both got back to his apartment. Maybe he should ask, no no. He shook his head and set his usual expressionless face back in place. No need to think of that right now.

Kento set his briefcase in the back seat before sliding into his car and starting it. Safer that way. You had a tendency to ‘chuck it’ into the back seat if it were in your way. The edges of his mouth curled into a smile. Anyone else and he would have been ticked about tossing an expensive laptop about like that but when you did it, it was cute. And even if it weren’t, the grin you give him after certainly was.

He barely managed to get the grin back under control by the time he was pulling up to your shop only to freeze as he parked. The glass door was shattered, the shop inside showing obvious signs of a struggle. 

Nanami felt like his blood was pumping through his body at several miles a minute then. On the outside, Kento was entirely calm as he slowly unbuckled and stepped out of his car. Only those that knew him would notice the difference. The way his fists tightened, the set of his jaw, or the measured gait he adopted as he stepped through the broken entrance. 

His eyes scanned the scene and picked up the single scrawled note with ease. 

“Want her, come get her.”

The paper crumpled in his fist before he shifted his attention to tracing the energy. They would pay for making him work overtime.

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Much as you would love to (continue to) tell these guys off, one of them had already stuffed a sock in your mouth and duct taped it there. That didn’t really stop you though as you continued to hurl insults through your gag.

“Geez. If this guy doesn’t hurry up, I’m gonna kill the broad just to shut her up,” one of your captors grumbled. 

“Mmm mmnnnm mmm mm.” Your attempted snarl did little through your gag, and it wasn’t like you could fight back now. These jerks may be asses but they knew how to tie knots. Between the chafing on your upper arms and wrists, you had tested every way you could think of to get loose and were only too glad you had worn pants today instead of a skirt. 

YUJI ITADORI

Having adopted his mentor's distaste for meetings, Yuji trudged into the room with a heavy sigh. “Do we have to?” he whined.

You could just give up control and I could kill them all, Sukuna suggests amiably but Yuji ignores him.

Nobara slaps the back of his head. “You already know the answer to that. Sit down.”

Megumi barely managed not to smile before taking his seat. He blinked owlishly for a moment before the friendly wave confirmed his suspicion. “You’re here too?”

Yuta smiled. “Yeah. I’ll let them explain everything.”

“Must be pretty big if they called both of you here,” Yuji said with a grin as he looked between Yuta and Gojo. 

“You know it. Three first years are missing after being sent in and we’re going to go save them,” Gojo stated.

Sighs echo around the room. “Let’s begin the actual mission brief.” All eyes shifted to the screen. Typed out quickly was the message from Tengen. “Earlier this morning, three first year Jujutsu students, Eimo Makito, Rugi Kamisari, and y/n, were accompanied by two third years, Panda and Toge Inumaki, to subdue or suppress whatever was causing the disappearances over Lake Tazawa’s area. The reported incidents originally listed this as a Class 3 curse at best, but with our newest information, we believe there may be more than one special grade at work, making it appear lower to continue to deceive us. We can no longer rule it out.”

Yuji had stopped reading at your name and his eyes were glued to it until Megumi elbowed him lightly to draw his attention back to the meeting. 

You’re okay, right? This doesn’t mean you're dead. Just that….you’re missing.

“We currently do not know if any of the students are alive or not. The veil we placed has been encompassed by a stronger one and we have no way to get information in or out.”

“So we’re going in blind. My specialty,” Gojo stated with a grin.

Yuta chuckled beside him. “We can handle this-”

“I’m coming too,” Yuji shouted and everyone stilled before Gojo’s chuckle released some of the tension in the room. 

“Plan to be a knight and go save your princess?”

“It’s not just about y/n,” Yuji stated, though his blushing ears decried otherwise. “Panda and Toge are there too. We have to save them if we can.”

“You know they might already be dead.” Gojo just wanted to make sure it was clear, that Yuji wasn’t holding out hope on this one.

“I won’t believe it until I see it.”

“Gre-at,” Megumi sighed and face palmed. “It's the detention center all over again.”

“Sorry, Itadori,” Yuta began. “But you can’t-”

“I’m coming too,” Yuji repeated. 

“Nuh-uh, kid,” Gojo said standing up. “I’ll let you come with us, but you are staying out side the barrier, you understand. You want to make sure everyone is safe, that’s fine. But you will keep yourself and Sukuna out of that barrier, clear?”

Despite the blindfold being on, Yuji could feel the blue eyes of his teacher boring into him. 

Finally he sighed in defeat. “Fine. I’ll wait outside the barrier. But,”

“No buts, or you're not going and I’ll leave you chained up here.”

Yuji’s silence to follow was taken for acquiescence. 

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You blink your eyes open to an unfamiliar sight. The barrier above you seems almost black and the shimmering in it makes you want to vomit after looking at it for a moment. Like staring at trees outside a moving car window. You roll and tuck your left arm up. You're able to move it but the bone in your forearm is definitely broken. 

Your eyes land on Panda as you sit up. “How’s he doing?” you whisper through the pain. 

Panda smiles sadly at you. “He’ll be fine. Just needs a bit to get his throat to stop bleeding.”

“I’m sorry, Toge.”

Toge shook his head and smiled sadly at you. “Bonito flakes.” It even sounded choked and you felt your eyes water. He must be in incredible pain. 

You three were lucky. Eimo and Rugi weren’t as fortunate. You had to come up with some kind of plan to get out of here, but if these two didn’t have anything how could you?

“Fuck!” you curse under your breath.

“Salmon.” 

That at least got you to smile and you can tell that was his intention. You would get out of this. Together.

Again a quick and sincere thank you to Miss Vry (@vrystalius) for helping me with tags :D

[the-fandom-is-now-my-life]

Kitties as wild as nature

The jabberwock ghouls as cats

Wc: ~700

Notes: I have been thinking, would Lyca also be a cat or should he be a puppy?

Haru

He is a red Abyssinian cat with an almost strikingly unnatural bright colour.

He has a darker colored leg that he doesn't put too much weight on and he seems to react nicely when you massage it slowly.

He has a favorite toy that you got him when he was a kitten in your first shopping spree with him, a small bunny-like creature that you named ‘peekaboo’.

He is so insistent on being outside as soon as you allow him to go as late as allowed, running around and around chasing leaves and bugs and bringing his little friend along. If he doesn't get his 3 hours minimum of outside time he acts so nervously pacing around the house.

Cares so much about little creatures like his peekaboo and any other stuffie that he can carry on his mouth that he adopted baby Ren the same day he came, always licking him clean and dragging him around to show him some bug in the backyard.

Even though cats sleep more than twelve hours he is always zooming around rearranging leaves, herding groups of similar cat toys that he makes Towa ‘supervise’ or dragging Ren back out after he escaped and hid under the sofa. All of this he does always accompanied by his favorite baby, peekaboo.

At night for being such a responsible kitty cat and taking care of the house he gets a tiny cup of catnip tea to relax a bit before sleeping.

Towa

Given he was a stray you doubt he is truly any race of cat but he looks a lot like a ragdoll cat, his hair fully white and some beautiful blue eyes (they almost look lilac under the sunlight)

He was originally a stray but for some reason soon after Haru came he started hanging around your house enough for you to say he is yours.

He is either hanging around Haru or fucking around God knows where, it isn't strange for him to disappear.

The quietest cat ever?? You have never seen him meow when serving food or playing, even then he does make himself known, rubbing himself on you and purring a ton. You do think he might be who meows horribly loud at night but whenever you check there is nobody there.

He seems to like eating flowers better than his kibble or wet food. Even you asked the vet and she ran tests the best she could give you was ‘he probably just likes the taste, I wouldn't worry too much about it’

He is quite a cuddly cat with both you and Haru, but for some reason he detests the little kitten, striking him whenever Haru isn't looking or dragging him away from your lap to lay in his place.

Sometimes whenever Haru licks Ren he might start licking him and it's like a little grooming ball

Ren

An exotic shorthair kitten that was too disobedient his owner considered him untrainable and gave him to you.

The only one of the bunch who doesn't look out the window, doesn't want to go out, will not even step on a blade of grass. At least on his own volition, he doesn't have much choice when Haru drags him to watch a caterpillar.

The baby snuggles up to you under your blankets, plushies and pillows as he purrs softly between your legs.

Please buy him one of those cat beds that look like a shark, he loves watching marine biology documentals from there

Whenever you use electronics like TV or tablets he will be hanging by your shoulder and might paw at it like the fruit ninja cat. That is the closest thing to playing he does.

Maybe he absorbs Haru's need of sleep because he is always sleeping or dozing off under the sunlight, even the vet was worried but it seems he is just really lazy

Unluckily, Haru can slip under the wardrobe and your bed so he is never safe. He even has a knack for knowing when he is relaxed enough to take him off guard and strike giving him to fighting chance

[yippee-boi09]

Okay this is the strangest post I have ever made (possibly)

I might be polytherian, alterhuman, and otherkin... (Definitely)

I've been doing research and... There are a few things that make me a bit curious as to if I am...

My experience - I always felt this odd sort of dysphoria (ASIDE FROM GENDER DYSPHORIA) majority of my life, and it only became noticeable during my preteen/teen years... I always blamed it on imagination, feeling nonhuman ears or a tail or hind legs... Sometimes paw pads and even for months on end I'd walk on my tip toes because it felt more "real" to me because it resembled hind legs... I've had cravings as well... There was this time when my uncle fed me raw pork (THAT WAS ENTIRELY SAFE TO EAT BTW) and I kept on eating more and more... I remember going behind our house and growling while eating the pork on all fours... I blamed this on my "vivid imagination". Hell, I remember just eating all my aunt's bird seed because I "thought it tasted good"... I still crave the feeling of raw flesh in my teeth and being on all fours once more... But I sorta ignored it but still oddly felt the dysphoria that I described earlier. I could still occasionally feel my tail and ears and hind legs and I started experiencing what I found to be called "shifting"... I (think) mainly experience mental shifting, phantom shifting, and aura shifting...

For the phantom shifting, like described above, I'll experience phantom ears, phantom tail, (and as of recent) phantom wings and beak (along with muzzles)... My wings feel like the need preening in the middle of biomed class and I want to reach over and do so freely but I have neither wings or beak... Along with the fact I've always stretched my shoulder blades or shoulders, in expectation that something will extend from my body only to find that I don't have anything there to extend...

I've also experienced mental shifting, sometimes making whining noises or quiet "yips" while everyone else is buzzing loudly... I wanna crawl away from the area while yelping in fear because everyone is being so loud...

But I would be ridiculed for it... I would get hurt... And not to mention the fact I wish I could fly away from situations... I wish I could just crawl around and nibble on kibble while purring, bathing in the sun and napping... I wanna run around in the forest on all fours while yipping to my hearts content and burrowing every now and again... I wanna make a nest of my pillows and blankets and preen my wings... But I'm a human (physically) and I gotta do human things...

I've also realized I'm an otherkin of sorts... An eldritchkin... I'm pretty grounded on that... (I feel like I need to crawl all over the walls and screech or just stroll around ponds in the night ominously... (/Π\))

And I guess an Alterhuman... I'm not human but I've accepted in this life I am... (I don't wanna elaborate on my alterhuman experience)

I have my beliefs, (that being that I was all these things in past lives and being a human is my final life) and I've figured out a lot about myself...

Guurgh... This took a while... (I'm gonna put my theriotypes and otherkins and stuff in the tags ig since they're A LOT)

[cybertron-after-dark]

Taking inspo from your post

Could you write about the mind control machine swapping the minds of these Decepticons and Autobots:

Shockwave

Knockout

Bulkhead

Dreadwing

Ratchet

Ultra Magnus

Wheeljack

Soundwave

Optimus

Predaking

Use a random picker or a wheel to choose who gets mind swapped with who

If you wanna take it further, then add the reactions of the unaffected members on the situation and their behaviour around the affected mecha

good luck and have fun

Ratchet < - > Shockwave

Bulkhead < - > Knockout

Soundwave < - > Optimus

Dreadwing < - > Predaking

Wheeljack < - > Ultra Magnus

Dear Primus the wheel understands COMEDY

Ratchet

His depth perception is GONE and he is NOT happy. He's even LESS happy that he can't CONVEY how distinctly not happy he is nonverbally because he can't even make facial expressions anymore, so he's taken to LOUDLY bitching even more than usual. Admittedly, the extra weight to throw around and the precision-designed clawtips are very useful, and he likes being able to pop out of the ground bridge and lay down cover fire without getting mixed up in the action. It may be giving him ideas for backup weaponry in the future.

Shockwave

The lack of his typical ranged weaponry is frustrating. That anyone should be content with bladed melee weapons alone is simply illogical. He also finds himself incredibly annoyed with the subpar earth-based altmode and all the unnecessary human designed internal kibble it comes with. He does not naturally emote at all, and he will not be starting today, sudden addition of facial features be damned. Gets pretty creepy to see Ratchet's face completely devoid of his usual grumpiness in favor of a completely blank look.

Bulkhead

By the Allspark he feels so small... Speed has never been his strong suit, and grace ESPECIALLY hasn't. Sure the drill and the buzzsaw have been useful when he needs to deal damage, but they're just not the same as good old fashioned Blunt Force Trauma™️. He gets frustrated pretty quickly. However, he does take a certain malicious, schadenfreude-filled delight in messing up the good doctor's finish. He might just take Miko off-roading before they trade back 😈

Knockout

DONT LOOK AT HIM, HES UGLY!! Knockout is going to spend this ordeal researching a cure while locked in a closet... Whatever closet is big enough to fit him anyway. All his usual hideaway spots are way too small for such a big lug like Bulkhead. Which means he's stuck out in the open... Looking like a clumsy, dull, green oaf... UGHH!!!! New plan, time to lock himself in the medbay and have breakdown work his magic with a rotary buffer. New paint job, new slimming decals, he's going the whole 9 yards to make himself borderline presentable. Whether Bulkhead wants it or not.

Soundwave

Soundwave is taking this very special opportunity to do a little trolling. Under normal circumstances, he's sworn never to let his voice be heard again. However... It's not really his voice, now is it? Besides, he doesn't have any of his remix equipment OR his visor screen. His normal means of communication are out. Though he does have Laserbeak to record him while he uses optimus's face and voice to say all kinds of horrible, blackmail-worthy slag that could completely ruin his public image whenever Cybertron gets restored. He'll definitely take requests too :)

Optimus

Optimus is a mech who typically garners a lot of respect, by virtue of his position, his demeanor, and his sheer size. What he is not used to eliciting, however, is fear. And it hurts just a little seeing his trusted allies shrink back when they see him. He has no face to give comforting looks. His voice is not his, especially not under so many layers of off-putting static. Even his big, steady servos, so used to pulling people up when they fall, are good for little more than striking. And that's without mentioning the monstrous tentacles he finds himself relying on. He feels terrifying, and he doesn't like it one bit.

Dreadwing

Dreadwing does not like the Predacons. He doesn't like the Predacons one bit. Call him stuffy with his moral code, but he's firmly of the camp that if something is dead it should STAY dead. The odd little experiments Shockwave concocted are no exceptions. They shouldn't be alive, plain and simple. And the fact that currently he IS one of the resurrected beasts and the brain of this disgusting undead thing is running around in HIS body is, quite frankly, unacceptable. He's going to be looming over the resident scientists with his new terrifying form until they find a way to fix this grievous error and return things to some semblance of normalcy.

Predaking

He feels... Terribly small. Especially in his altmode. Flying without needing to move your wings at all is quite a strange experience. As is having no face or limbs outside robot mode. He's just so compact and it's all very uncomfortable. He will admit, though, it's nice being treated less like an animal. He's yearned to be seen as an equal, true and proper, and this is about as close as he's gotten.

Wheeljack

Oh man, he switched bodies with the straight laced hard aft? Man, if Primus really has a hand in how things play out, he's one funny bitch. He's taking full comedic advantage of this situation, much to Magnus's chagrin. He's saying every swear he knows and breaking every petty rule in the autobot code that he knows isn't really enforceable. He's going on insane monologues about how rules keep us from descending into chaos in a horrible impression of Magnus that overshoots and ends up sounding closer to Sam the eagle from the muppets than anything. The kids are laughing their asses off. Bots who have worked with magnus are doing everything in their power not to laugh, with mixed success rates.

Ultra Magnus

Ulta Magnus does not care too much about being shorter or currently looking like a delinquent with no regard for anything other than his own personal amusement and some abstract concept of "coolness." ...Okay, he cares a lot and its very frustrating that people take a second to take him seriously again, but he cares much MORE about the delinquent currently inhabiting HIS frame and making a mockery of everything he believes in!!! It's unacceptable behavior and his body should be treated with the respect it deserves, not puppeted around for unfunny satire!!! He refuses to stoop to his level and mock back, so he'll simply stare him down until he gets the damn message.

[damedechance]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐃𝐎𝐆

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Pairing: Gwynriel Status: ongoing Rated: E (Explicit) Summary: After a rather abrupt end to his illustrious career as one of the most sought after demon hunters this side of the Mississippi, Azriel runs away to the Florida glades for some peace and quiet. He's just starting to come to terms with his new, unexciting life, when someone from his past comes to tear it all up and drag him back into the world of violence and destruction. He isn't sure what it says about his mental state that he doesn't really seem to mind. *CW: some non/dubcon, blood and violence related to the demon hunting, and Azriel desperately needs a bath :(

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A black cat, scrawny but with a shiny, sleek coat, comes from nowhere and ducks beneath the bend of his knee to begin to circle the bowl. Despite the rather persuasive display, Azriel stops. Narrows his eyes at the food still sitting in the bottom of the bowl. 

“Why should I give you more?” Azriel says, his indulgent tone at odds with his words as he allows the cat to butt its head against his knuckles. “You didn't even finish your breakfast.”

The cat is just another thing Azriel adopted from the old hermit. Like his reclusive habits, his taste in whiskey, and his surprising lack of revulsion at the strum of a banjo at the only bar in town–and the stray cat too small for how old she probably is, too skinny. She's filled out some since he got here, and Azriel is surprised at how concerned he is that she hasn't eaten anything today. Wondering if she might be sick.

Pressing his lips together, Azriel shakes out the canned food where it falls on top of the kibble left in the bowl. As she scarfs it down, he reaches down to scratch between her shoulder blades.

“Dry food too bland for your refined tastes?” He croons to her, knowing good and well that she was dining on swamp rats before him. “That it?”

The cat's response is a low, displeased rumble around the food she's shoveling into her mouth. She even starts to crunch the dry food at the bottom, and Azriel flicks her ear fondly before moving to stand up. He considers bending over the sink to dip his head under the faucet, in lieu of a real bath, but he's suddenly so exhausted. The cigarette didn't soothe his nerves like he'd hoped it would, and maybe it's the night or the heat, but suddenly all he wants to do is lay in bed until his bones melt and fuse together and he becomes a statue of himself.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Azriel leaves the cat to her meal and ducks under the doorframe to his bedroom. Hurriedly, he kicks off his shoes, one of them landing somewhere beneath the bed, and then sets the new pack of cigarettes right next to the old one on top of the overturned cardboard box currently serving as his nightstand. There's a worn paperback there, too. The old man left a lot of those–Hemingway and other stories of war, glory, and country. Azriel uses them to shut his mind off. 

The bed lets out a concerning groan as Azriel collapses onto the mattress face down. But when it doesn't break beneath his weight, he snakes his arms under the flat pillow, and searches for his dagger–the one momento from his life before that he had cared to keep. He grips the hilt tightly in his fist as the fingers of his other hand brush over the cool metal bars of his rickety bedframe. None of his demons can follow him this far into the swamp, he tells himself to fall asleep. Knowing, of course, that even if they can't find him in this house, he has no hope at all of outrunning them in his dreams.

[dragoncarrion]

oh my god i'm finally done. Say hi to Gravitron, my giant centrifuge lady from some tf oc story i've been cooking up... Design notes and extras under the cut

YES I KNOW SHE LOOKS LIKE CYC. IDGAF!

VERY tall and strong, more than your average cybertronian. smiles.

currently works as a mechanic for her crew in the Concorde (huge spaceship/station)

doesn't have blasters, but does have a blade in each arm

the plating at her back is like extra kibble, can move or lie flat

the orange lines on her plating are her lights, meaning they can be turned of and just be like. non visible lol

was a while on earth for reasons she can't quite remember, thats where she got her idea for an alt mode

a bit mean spirited sometimes. think a meathead highschool jock in an american movie. that but a girl. despite this, she still cares deeply for the people around her and is usually quite friendly. kinda

speaking of which, while not a triple changer, she can modify her alt slightly: one is the regular closed centrifuge (more compact + smaller) and the other is a bigger open ride (she would be stretched out thin here, but could fit smaller bots). The first one can also work as a moving saw blade –see the chainsaw on her calfs and back) just crazy style thang

The reason for her alt mode is she simply enjoys torturing people like that she just finds it funny to spin them fast as fuck for hours 👇some sicko shit

[whatwooshkai]

"Red, you gotta tighten your grip, you're goin’ to lose it like that!" High Tide orders, smacking Heatwave on the back of the helm. With one hand he grabs the rod Heatwave's holding, forcing it into a different position.

Heatwave grumbles something unintelligible and High Tide hums, moving on to inspect whatever Chase and Boulder are doing.

High Tide's correction actually makes holding the rod more comfortable, but it's not like Heatwave's about to admit that, especially not to him. High Tide's ego cannot get any bigger.

"Green!" High Tide shouts, and starts adjusting the rod in Boulder's hands, who's shooting pleading glances at Heatwave.

"I think I preferred the derogatory nicknames to this," Blades mutters from beside him, flicking Heatwave with one of his rotors.

"WHAT WAS THAT, CREAMSICLE?!" High Tide shouts and Blades flinches, shoulders shooting up to his audials.

"Nothing!" he shouts back, voice box crackling with nervous static. Confident High Tide's not looking at him anymore, Blades turns to Heatwave and flicks him with his rotor again.

"I think I got something!" Boulder suddenly shouts, backpedaling as they yank on the rod, which is bending probably more than it can handle.

"'Atta bot!" High Tide shouts, running up beside Chase to help Boulder pull on the rod. "That's gonna be a big one!"

Heatwave doesn't move, his tanks suddenly cramping. Blades grabs onto him, dropping his rod, which High Tide notices, of course.

"ORANGE!" he shouts, suddenly letting go of Boulder. "Grab that damn rod! Don't be losin' my equipment now-!"

"Sorry!" Blades shouts, scrambling for the rod, and Chase lets go of Boulder to turn on High Tide, presumably to either chastise him or wait for orders, depends on how the mech feels, usually.

There's a sudden lurch of the boat and Boulder's rod bends faster than any of them can react, and soon there's no more Boulder, but rather a green blur that speeds off the side of the boat and into the water.

Heatwave doesn't even think about it. He dives into the water.

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"Are both of you nuts?!" High Tide snarls, shouting over their fans at full blast. He piles more towels on their shoulders, then quickly checks the temperature of the hot energon he gave them.

"Primus almightly," High Tide mumbles, pinching the bridge of his nose between his forefinger and his thumb. "We're lucky none of y'all have sea-based alt modes, y'all sink like rocks."

Heatwave's tanks give a sudden lurch at that and he flinches, leading to all three of his rescue bots leaning closer.

He doesn't know what happened. He's done water rescues before, hell, he's saved Boulder from the water before.

But he'd jumped in and his vision had gone black. And for a moment, he was someone else. And then he was himself, again, but different, heavier, that damn feeling of phantom kibble-

It makes him wonder about the actual nature of his power. Can he see the future? Into other universes?

Nothing makes sense.

"I think that's enough for today," High Tide mumbles, rubbing both Boulder and Heatwave's helms. "I'd better take y'all home before Prime gets on my aft again."

Heatwave sighs heavily, leaning against Boulder again. There's a fleeting thought in his processor, that maybe he should avoid water for the foreseeable future.

But that's ridiculous. What kind of firetruck doesn't like water?