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"Pet names" pt2 GN! BOT Reader + Prowl, Ratchet, Blaster, Bumblebee, Skyfire

Summary: Reader has become partial to using human pet names for everyone.

Warnings: none.

Genre/Theme: Platonic/with hints of crush

G1 characters included: Prowl, Ratchet, Blaster, Bumblebee, Skyfire.

Notes: Cybertronian Reader, Reader is around Ironhides age so older in mind

Prowl is trying to get a verbal review of your report while finishing up his own. You've all been busy the past week, so you're walking through the ark hall while conversing. And you finish, so you move to hand him the physical report on the datapad. "Here you go, Pudding."

Prowl full-on stops in place when he hears what you say, fully expecting his audials to be glitching. "What did you just say?"

"Here you go, Pudding." You hold the datapad out, still completely unperturbed by what you'd just done and even more so when having to repeat it. Prowl processor lags- Because you're calling him- human pet names of all things without reason. But he forces his system to straighten out and consider your personality. This stops it from getting worse since this may just be you behaving like... you.

"You know my designation." Prowl settles on stating the fact.

"I do." You stated back, still wordlessly holding the datapad for him to take. Annoyance slowly seeps into Prowls frame at the exchange, and he takes the datapad from you.

Prowl gives you a long calculating look. "Do not do it again." He settled on.

You just shrugged, a small smirk curling on your derma. "Okay later then, Pumpkin." You turn and leave before Prowl comprehends this pet name, which makes his helm snap to your retreating form.

Prowl does not enjoy it. The incessant pet names you'd elected to now refer every autobot with. His wings twitch in annoyance whenever you call him "Pumpkin" or "Pudding" or allspark forbid "Peaches." Optimus fully pauldron shaking laughed the first time you'd called him that one. You humiliating Prowl was not how he wanted Optimus to get his R&R. However, he will tolerate it slightly more when Optimus is in the room. If not to watch you make a fool of Optimus, instead of him. Prowl had attempted to scold you the first time he'd seen you call Optimus "Sweetspark." their leaders' finials had pulled back when you'd done so- Optics brightened. But Optimus informed Prowl that he actually does enjoy the pet names. Prowl doesn't understand even after Oprimus's explanation of the supposed "benefits" of your behavior.

But he does look and watch after that and must conceded that there was- some, however mild, merit to the autobots general mood when you'd use your pet names. It was merely a bother in Prowls system, but he supposed he could make the sacrifice for the morale of the autobots.

Prowl wouldn't like it, however.

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Ratchets resetting your leg juncture back into place after a battle. You hadn't bothered to come to him till after he got through everyone else. You'd apparently "forgotten" about it in the hustle of making sure everyone else got seen first. Slag is what it was, and Ratchet made sure you knew exactly what he thought. It realigns and clicks into place with you digging a servo against his pauldron with a hissing vent. You relaxed your jaw and nod in gratitude. "Ha- Thanks, love."

Ratchet almost coughs in shock, his plating flaring a touch. But after years of hearing everything from patients in pain or in surgery high on something, he just clicks his glossia. "Next time, don't forget to mention your own injuries."

Ratchet had assumed it was just a slip of the glossia at the time due to the pain and let it slide. Then the next time you're reporting from Optimus to him and call him "Handsome." And he's asking you to repeat that, which you shamelessly do with a smirk. Ratchet scoffed and told you he wasn't going to go any easier on you the next time you forget to come in. No matter how much you try flattering him. Then he sees you with the other autobots and learns you've simply picked this up as a habit.

Ratchet has to resist the urge to roll his optics every time you do it with him. He's gone from being prickly in response with you to half seriously threatening to short your mouth circuit if you didn't stop. But you only continued to do just that. Whenever you called him "Love," his damn spark hummed a touch louder. You've realized that too and tend to only use that more often or not. Much to his- exasperation. Ratchet does enjoy the casual affection to a degree. Reminds him of his younger days. The easier ones. So he doesn't ever throw a wrench at you for the pet names themselves.

Ratchet does definitely enjoy watching the others more than being on the receiving end. Watching Optimus's finials twitch, then pull forward slightly and his plating fluffing in response. Or Ironhide looking like he was going to blow a minor fuse from how bright his own optics were while he unsuccessfully tried to get you to stop. Even Prowls door wings twitching in obvious disdain makes Ratchet crack a smirk at least. So Ratchet let's it be for the most part. They could use some "softer" interactions around the base.

...

He's still telling you to stop whenever you do it to him, though.

-

Blasters cool with it. He's been in it with the humans at parties or at clubs (the ones he could fit in anyway.) And he's seen and even been on the receiving end of flirting pet names on the occasion. You calling him "Babe" didn't trigger much but an amused smirk. Blaster will return a few casual pet names himself a "Babe" here and there. But what is not cool is Jazz and you being as cringe inducing as possible on his audials. Blaster is sooooo sick of being subjected to you and Jazz's "flirting." It ain't flirting it's a failing clown show!

You'll get more of a fond smile when Blaster sees you pet naming his cassettes. They all fumbled a touch when you'd called them something with sweetness in your tone. Steeljaw, like always, is aloof and focused when you're on the clock. But when you're off? Just chilling at the ark? Steeljaw is a little slagger. Rewind and Eject at least have the decency to only do it when it's natural. Steeljaw will seek you out with his olfactory when you're both off duty to get called sweet names by you.

"I'm so glad you're still here, Foxy." You waved at Jazz, who was standing next to Blaster.

"And I'm so glad to see you too, Snookums." Jazz's tone is so absurd it actually makes Blaster feel physically tired.

"And I'm gonna purge." Blaster bluntly remarks, causing you both to turn to him, then share a look with each other. Jazz smiles in a way Blaster recognizes and is immediately cautious. Blaster jolts when you're suddenly leaning into his space. Your digits are now just barely tracing his boombox buttons.

You smile like a felinoid, and Blasters tries to back up, but Jazz is suddenly pressing up behind him, preventing his escape. Jazz's arms even wrapped around Blasters middle. You speaking makes his gaze snap back to you. "Come on, Baby, don't you wanna have some fun?" You worried your optical ridge, and Blasters glossia is feeling really thick in his mouth now.

Then, his dock compartment snaps open of its own accord, and Steeljaw ejects and forms right into your arms. You just chuckle and heft his cassette into a more comfortable position. "Hey baby! I know you won't say no to a little TLC, Blaster, however..."

Blaster, now broken out of that little trance, shook to break out of Jazz's hold. Jazz, however, did not release him - "Sorry Blaster! You're not approved for release until you enjoy at least five compliments from both of us!" Like pit Blaster was! He wasn't sticking around to hear the kind of slag you both called flirting! Blaster looked at Steeljaw for help only to slack at the smile on his cassettes muzzle. The little traitor!

-

Bumblebee isn't ambushed by it like the others- He's already heard through the autobot gossip about your new little routine. So he's mostly prepared and more wondering when/what you'd call him. You haven't used a pet name with him yet, so he's waiting on his pedes for it to happen. He half ends up wondering if you'll exclude him for some reason when you finally do it after a minor battle with the cons.

You're doing head count and injury report for Ratchet and get to him. Bumblebee almost trips, but you catch his arm and steady him. "Careful Honey, don't injure yourself after the battle."

Bumblebees optics burn only a touch brighter, but he's mostly amused. "Honey? Because of my designation translation?"

You just smirked, your own amusement growing in your em field. Bumblebee could feel it with how close you were right now. You leaned a touch further into his space. "What? Can't be because you're so sweet?" The heady wave of playful affection in your field mixed with that makes Bumblebees optics brighten in embarrassment proper. You just chuckled and squeezed his arm before moving to continue to make your post battle rounds. While Bumblebee wordlessly watched you go.

Bumblebee enjoys the attention even if it's admittedly embarrassing. Bumblebee thinks he might almost enjoy seeing the other autobots' reactions more than getting your attention himself. Almost anyway. While yeah it's definitely funny watching Ironhide especially try and get you to stop. Bumblebee enjoys each time you share a pet name with him just a little bit more. Bumblebee does admittedly feel a bit giddy whenever it happens. It makes him stand up a bit taller and makes him smile a touch whenever he hears it. A small rush of confidence courses through him every time.

The first time you called Bumblebee, "Lovebug." Though? Bumblebee walked right into one of the ark walls.

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"Hey, teddy bear!" Teddy bear-? The small plush toys human children carry around? Skyfire stops when you call it out in the ark hallway, because he had no clue who you'd be directing the name towards... only to watch you wander right up to him. Skyfires optics widen a touch when you stop in front of him and look at him expectantly.

"Am I...?" Skyfire wondered aloud.

You only smirked and simply held out a datapad for him to take "Yeah you, teddy bear, need you to review this for me so I can approve it for Perceptor or not."

"I- Alright." Skyfire took the datapad unsure if he should ask about the name or not.

"Thank you, Darling." Now that one makes Skyfires optics brighten a touch. But you just salute him with two digits and go on your way again.

Skyfire quickly learns this was something of a habit you had picked up when he overhears the twins complaining about their pet names from you. Skyfire finds himself enjoying the affectionate names even if they do fluster him a touch. The affections were kind and freely given out by you. It was refreshing for Skyfire, especially after having joined this vorns long war, to hear them roll off your glossia. To see the crinkle in your optics. And to feel the light affection in your em field if he happened to be close enough to you when you did so. It was- normal. A touch embarrassing yes, but almost painfully normal.

You'd keep switching, but you mostly called him "Bear" or "Teddy bear," and on occasion "Darling". He'd asked about the Teddy bear nickname in particular since he understood darling as a pet name a touch more. And you just smirked and completely unabashed and said, "Humans say it's for someone big, dependable and lovable. So I think it fits pretty well." Skyfire ends up so embarrassed by the casual remark he can feel cobalt on his own faceplate. He ends up putting his servo over his own faceplate and looking anywhere but you. While you just laughed light at Skyfires own expense.

After that exchange, hearing you call him "Bear" or "Teddy bear" makes Skyfires optics brighten more than "Darling."

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Ibalong Epic

A long, long time ago, there was a rich land called Ibalong. The hero Baltog, who came from Botavora of the brave clan of Lipod, came to this land when many monsters were still roaming in its very dark forests. He decideed to stay and was the first to cultivate its field and to plant them with gabi.

Then one night, a monstrous, wild boar known as Tandayag saw these field and destroyed the crops. Upon knowing this, Baltog decided to look for this boar with all his courage and patience. At last, as soon as he saw it, he fearlessly wrestled with it, with all his might. Baltog was unafraied. He was strong and brave. Though the Tandayag had very long fangs, he was able to pin down the monstrous, wild boar and break apart its very big jawbones. With this, Tandayag fell and died.

After this fight, Baltog went to his house in Tondol, carrying the Tandayag’s broken jawbones. Then, he hung it on a talisay tree in front of his house. Upon learning of the victory of their Chief Baltog, the people prepared a feast and celebrated. The very big jawbones of the dead boar became an attraction for everyone. Thus, came the tribes of Panikwason and Asog to marvel at it.

The second hero who came to the land of Ibalong was Handyong. Together with his men, he had to fight thousands of battles, and face many dangers to defeat the monsters. As warriors, they first fought the one-eyed monster with three necks in the land of Ponong. For ten months, they fought without rest. And they never stopped fighting until all these monsters were killed.

Handyong and his men made their next attack against the giant flying sharks called Triburon which had hardy flesh and sawlike teeth that could crush rocks. They continued fighting until the defeat of the last Triburon.

They tamed the wild carabaos. They even drove away the giant and very fierce Sarimao which had very sharp fingernails. And using their spears and arrows, they killed all the crocodiles which were as big as boats. With all these killings, the rivers and swamps of Ibalong turned red with blood. It was at this time that the savage monkeys became frightened and hid themselves.

Among the enemies of Handyong and his men, the serpent Oryol was the hardest to kill. Having a beautiful voice, Oryol could change its image to deceive its enemies. To capture it, Handyong tried different ways. But Oryol escaped every one of it and disappeared.

So, alone and unafraid, Handyong decided to look for Oryol in the heart of the forest. He followed the beautiful voice and was almost enchanted by it in his pursiut. Days and nights passed until Oryol came to admire Handyong’s bravery and gallantry. Then, the serpent helped the hero to conquer the monsters, thus restoring peace to the entire Ibalong.

In one of the areas of Ibalong called Ligmanan, Handyong built a town. Under his leadership and his laws, slaves and masters were treated equally. The people planted rice and because of their high regard of him, they named this rice after him. He built the first boat to ride the waves of Ibalong’s seas. Through his good example, his people became inspired and came up with their own inventions. There was Kimantong who made the plow, harrow, and other farming tools; Hablom who invented the first loom for weaving abaca clothes; Dinahong, an Agta, who created the stove, cooking pot, earthen jar, and other kitchen utensils; and Sural who brilliantly thought of the syllabary and started to write on a marble rock. This was a golden period in Ibalong.

Then suddenly, there came a big flood caused by Unos, with terrifying earthquakes. The volcanoes of Hantik, Kulasi and Isarog erupted. Rivers changed their direction and the sea waves rolled high. Destruction was everywhere. Soon, the earth parted, mountains sank, a lake was formed, and many towns in Ibalong were ruined.

Then, appeared the giant Rabot, half-man and half-beast, with awesome and terrifying powers.

People were asking who will fight against Rabot. So, Bantong, the third hero was called. He was a good friend of Handyong. He was ordered to kill the new monster in Ibalong. To do this, he took with him a thousand warriors to attack Rabot’s den. But using his wisdom against Rabot, he did not attack the giant right away. He first observed Rabot’s ways. Looking around the giant’s den, he discovered that there were many rocks surrounding it, and these were the people who were turned into rocks by Rabot.

Bantong also learned that Rabot loved to sleep during the day and stayed awake at night. So, he waited. When Rabot was already sleeping very soundly, Bantong came hear him. He cut the giant into two with his very sharp bolo and without any struggle, Rabot died, So, Ibalong was at peace once more.

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Movin’ On and Movin’ Up

In the face of adversity – determination, tenacity and a new job can make all the difference.

Just two short years ago, Anna Soens, a young biologist with a passion for the great outdoors, was embarking on a life filled with doing what she loved – working outside, protecting the environment, conserving at-risk species, and beginning her career as a dedicated steward of the earth.  Working for Nevada Department of Wildlife, Anna was living the dream investigating mountain lion cache sites in the western part of the state.  She spent eight out of twelve months living out of a backpacking tent and hiking the backcountry.

“I got to see some of the most beautiful and remote wilderness areas in the lower 48.  All of my free time, was spent meandering throughout the West on rock climbing trips. I absolutely loved my life.” Anna recalled.  “Then a week before Christmas 2015, I fell in a climbing accident, breaking my back, and my world of perpetual motion came to an abrupt standstill.”

It takes a great deal of strength, tenacity, and endurance to bounce back from a fall like that.  Imagine spending 2 months in a hospital, 4 months in a back brace, an entire year in painful physical therapy and worst of all, waking up to more than $1 million in medical bills without being able to continue her previous job to pay for it.  

Anna was not about to give in or give up.  She made the determination to move on and move up - and that means back up on that mountain.  Overcoming her injuries and not allowing her new physical boundaries to slow her down, she is more than ever determined to get outside!  

“Of all the things I may have lost with my spinal cord injury, the freedom to explore the outdoors with the frequency, spontaneity, and autonomy of my past, is what I missed the most.”

Representing the Service’s Office of Diversity and Inclusion, Dana Perez, Zone EEO Manager and Angela Butsch, Regional Accessibility Coordinator greet visitors attending the Paralyzed Veterans of America ‘Abilities Expo’ held in April 2016.

After her accident, Anna was feeling a bit lost by the prospect of being unable to resume her NDOW work and unsure where the future would lead.  Then along comes Brian Lawler, a recruitment officer for the Fish and Wildlife Service’s Office of Diversity and Inclusion.  He and his team were attending an Paralyzed Veterans of America ‘Abilities Expo’ in Portland, Oregon last spring.  Anna and Brian had lots to talk about. She learned about the Service’s programs and the many disciplines necessary to fulfill our mission – many of which require science as well as data entry and technical writing.  She also met with Terry Rabot, the Service’s Deputy Regional Director for the Pacific Region, who provided the encouragement and support that changed Anna’s life.  

Anna took this image of the remains of a black bear cub found in a mountain lion cache.   

Shortly after those chance meetings, or was it mainly because of them, Anna started volunteering in the Service’s Science Applications Program.  Networking, studying and keeping that positive attitude has led to a permanent position as a biologist in the Idaho Fish and Wildlife Office.  Anna is really excited to be working as a technical writer/editor, to be contributing to species conservation and to continue her chosen career protecting the outdoors she loves so much.

This animal (probably a deer mouse) was caught in a Sherman trap during a small mammal survey and had been polished clean by some species of dermestid beetle.  Anna said “We would occasionally encounter mortalities in our trap lines, but I've never found remains like that in a trap before!  The speed and efficiency of the beetle's work was astonishing!” 

“I have been continuously impressed and appreciative of the effort and thoughtfulness I have encountered from the folks at the Fish and Wildlife Service.  They have been so welcoming, from Brian Lawler and the Diversity and Inclusion Team; to the Regional Director, Robyn Thorson; to the wonderful Science Apps crew in Portland; to my new team here in Boise.  You have been gracious, welcoming and supportive. Thank you.”

Anna has started working already. Relieved to have employment to pay off those previous expenses and start planning for her retirement – after 25 years with the Service, right?  She has gone back to her  active lifestyle and thirst to explore the unknown.  Exercising every avenue to reclaim her pre-accident identity, she aims to become more active and get out into the backcountry once again.

Talk about determination - just 4 months after the fall, she got back into rock climbing again.  And not just climbing.  She and her friends have reached out to other adaptive programs in outdoor meccas throughout CA, NV, UT and OR and Anna spent the summer rowing, kayaking, paddle boarding and camping.  She recently learned how to mono-ski at Oregon’s Mt. Bachelor and hopes to obtain an adaptive mountain bike for use this spring.

Anna is looking forward to her new venture and new opportunity in Boise at the Idaho Fish and Wildlife Office - both from a career standpoint and a recreational one.  She has joined an awesome team of biologists and managers and is already knee deep in Endangered Species Act (ESA) Section 7 documents. These interagency consultations, or section 7 consultations, are designed to assist Federal agencies in fulfilling their duty to ensure Federal actions do not jeopardize the continued existence of a species or destroy or adversely modify critical habitat.

She said “I've already scoped out the adaptive skiing program at our local mountain and look forward to joining forces with them and expanding their program as an instructor next year.”  Sure, sure.  But that’s on your free time.  Now get back to work.

Written by Anna Soens and Jane Chorazy

Photo Credit: Anna Soens; Kirk Peterson, Neal Robinson and  Kyle Queener Photography

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Week of:  February 12th

9-11 Class Learning Highlights

Language Arts

Fourth grade: Essayists composed and sorted mini-stories for their essays this week.  We discussed that writers draw on narrative writing and use mini-stories to support the ideas they want to advance.  We learned that writers organize for drafting by checking that their evidence is supportive and varied.  Finally, we put the pieces of our essays together and learned that writers create cohesion with logically sequenced information, transition words, and repeated phrases.  

Fifth grade: Students continued researching debatable issues to prepare for writing argument essays. We made foldable organizers that include a claim, reasons that directly support the claim, and evidence from sources that might include quotes, facts, data, comparisons, or anecdotes. Students worked hard to gather evidence from multiple media sources, including books, articles, and videos.

Math

Green & Blue: Students in the green and blue groups divided two- and three-digit dividends by two-digit divisors with single-digit quotients and reasoned about the decomposition of successive remainders in each place value.  

Purple: Students in the purple group used their knowledge of dividing multi-digit numbers to solve for quotients of multi-digit decimals and generalized rules for adding and multiplying even and odd numbers.  

Red & Orange: Interpret division word problems as either number of groups unknown or group size unknown, drawing tape diagrams to match the word problem story, and solving for the answer using the long division algorithm.

Yellow: Fluently multiply multi-digit whole numbers using the standard algorithm and using estimation to check for reasonableness of the product.

Rainbow: We discussed what a factor is, and defined and compared prime numbers and composite numbers.

History

Fourth grade: Students received their research assignments for our Native American project and began their research.

Fifth grade: Students learned more about the United States Constitution, its amendments, and how the first ten amendments became the original Bill of Rights.

Science

Students put the finishing touches on their space explorer projects this week.  We also prepared for our presentations that will happen when we get back from break.  

Yahadut

In their parasha studies, students learned about the instructions for building the Mishkan  and learned about what makes a space holy.  Students read about the specific parts of the building of the Mishkan, the material used, and other specific information found in the text.  They then had the opportunity to construct blueprints and reimaginations of the Mishkan and write about their design process.

Mishnah

Fourth grade: This week, students learned the final mishnah in the 6th perek of Brachot!  The mishnah focuses on three different options for blessing after a meal and students studied different cases for each option, then looked inside a birkon to find the actual text of Birkat Hamazon, Bracha Achrona, and Borei Nefashot Rabot to see the brachot as they are utilized today.

Fifth grade: Students completed the 5th and final mishnah of the first perek of brachot, which is centered around a quote from Rabbi Elazar ben Azarya that is also featured in the Pesach Haggadah.  Student discussed the different implications of the quote and then we read the corresponding story in the Gemarah which explains the context of the quote in the Mishnah.

Ivrit

Be’er Sheva: We learned numbers up to 1,000 and how to tell time in Hebrew. We focused on using the numbers correctly, and added up the gimatria of our names. We played games to practice different number combinations.

Yerushalayim: We learned numbers up to 1,000 and how to tell time in Hebrew. We focused on using the numbers correctly, and added up the gimatria of our names. We also reviewed some Purim vocabulary, and spoke about what we do in the four mitzvot of Purim.

Tel Aviv: We reviewed numbers up to 10,000, and learned male and female forms of the numbers. We learned how to tell time in Hebrew and spoke about what we did on Purim last year, using past tense verbs to describe what we did for the four mitzvot of Purim.

Haifa: We reviewed numbers up to 10,000 and learned male and female forms of the numbers. We learned how to tell time in Hebrew and spoke about what we did on Purim last year, and then about what we are going to do this upcoming Purim. Students used future tense verbs to describe what their upcoming Purim plans are.

Chumash

Rashi and Ramban: The students completed their unit assessment, concluding parashat Toldot. They spoke about being responsible for your actions, inducing anger and conflict, and the importance of our words.

Eben Ezra and Sforno: We finished parashat Miketz! The students finished learning the last psukim and selected Mefarshim of Miketz, and continued discussing the shifts in the characters roles in their family and their personalities. We spoke about regret and forgiveness, and how it affects the character and those around it.

Questions

Language Arts

Fourth grade: What are mini-stories?  How are you organizing your mini-stories? How are you organizing your reasons within your essay?

Fifth grade: What is your claim for your argument essay? What are your reasons that support your claim?

Math

Green & Blue: While preparing for a morning meeting, Tiphanie is laying out 8 dozen bagels on square plates.  Each plate can hold 14 bagels.  How many plates of bagels will Tiphanie have?  How many more bagels would be needed to fill the final plate with bagels?

Purple: Explain a strategy to convert a decimal divisor into a whole number divisor.  In the problem 105 / 3.5, what could I multiply the divisor by to convert it to a whole number divisor?  What are the benefits of using mental math techniques when dividing?  Which mental math techniques work best for you?  

Red & Orange: A mailman has to give out 948 pieces of junk mail. If he goes to 6 blocks how many pieces of junk mail should he give each block?

Yellow: Estimate the following multiplication equation, then solve using the standard algorithm, and check the reasonableness of your answer: 472 x 715 =

Rainbow: What is an example of a prime number? Why is it prime? What is an example of a composite number? Why?

History

Fourth grade: What are you researching for our project?  What is a question that you have about your research topic?

Fifth grade: In your opinion, which of the ten amendments in the Bill of Rights is the most meaningful or important?

Science

How will you prepare to present your space explorer project?  

Yahadut

Fourth grade: Rabbi Akiva speaks about a case where someone drinks water because of thirst.  What do you think this means?  How is this case different from other situations where we might drink water? Explain.

Fifth grade: According to the Gemarah, why did Rabbi Elazar ben Azarya feel like a man of 70? What happened in the story to make him feel this way?

Ivrit

מה השעה עכשיו? מה הייתה השעה לפני שעה וחצי? מה תהיה השעה בעוד 45 דקות?

Chumash

Rashi and Ramban: Who induced anger and conflict? Who did this effect?

Sforno and Eben Ezra: Who do you think feels regret in our story? Who do you think is forgiving? Why?

[lucaartspaceandcontext]

Thwarted urban fables master seminar 19-26 /10 Ghent

The new Ghent Tondelier district is a public-private urban development that will take shape in the next ten years on a former industrial site and locates in between the existing residential areas of Rabot and Blaisantvest. A pilot project of the Vlaamse bouwmeester on the issue of mediation in the realm of commissioned art, developed at Tondelier in a deviant form of public art. An artist collective raised the question of how a sustainable and independent place can be safeguarded for art on this site, making new connections between existing residents and newcomers. Meanwhile, a number of conferences and artistic interventions have taken place, such as the inauguration of the Koen Blieckplein, as a homage to the deceased pastor of the Rabotwijk, ‘pioneer of intercultural society’. Also, Dyab Abou Jahjah came to talk about gentrification.

Art relating to urban public space today often takes as point of departure recognizable identities and methods, and often puts central ‘stories of the place’. 'Gentrification', 'social cohesion', 'participation', 'cultural identity', 'durational processes', 'the local community' and all kinds of ethical concerns are increasingly becoming part of the lexicon of contemporary art.

That is why this week puts forward the ‘fable’, as an escape attempt to do something else. A fable gets usually interpreted as a short poem in which animals are presented as thinking beings, with a moral ending. In the Middle Ages, fables made possible social critique as a safe way of expressing criticism, because nobody could prove who you were talking about.

But a fable can also be approached as a story in a logical and chronological order, as 'narrativity' in short. The French philosopher Jacques Rancière described in his book ‘Film Fables’ (2006) how art since modernity can be conceived as a 'thwarted fable'.  These 'thwarted fables' can then be perceived as works of art where there is a tension between normative social thinking and disrupting meaninglessness, and perhaps also between social context and 'fiction'.  Concretely, we ask the students to make a fable and present this on the final day in a theatrical or performative auditorium situation for an audience.

During the master seminar, students will receive input through presentations and performances by Roel Kerkhofs, Sarah Késenne and Stijn Van Dorpe, but also through film screenings of work by Johanna Billing, Robbrecht Desmet and Stijn Van Dorpe, a visit to the organization Manoeuver and a presentation of writer Rachida Lamrabet in de Vooruit about her new book ‘Zwijg, allochtoon’. The students also read texts, participate in reading groups and cook lunch together in the local Buurtcentrum. The translation of interventions in urban space to the presentation space and audience of Nest / Showcase is also part of the master seminar. The evening programs are part of the seminar, which the students are required to attend.

Public program:

Thursday 19th of October 7 pm

TOT IN DE STAD #1, a walk along interventions of PILOOT.co (Pilootproject Tondelier) - Eagle Café, Schaliestraat 2, Gent https://www.facebook.com/events/353151668470139/

This public evening is an introduction to the context of the pilot project Tondelier, as the starting point of the seminar.

 Tuesday 24th of October 7 pm

Conversation with Rachida Lamrabet @ Foyer theater VOORUIT (in Dutch)

Belgian writer Rachida Lamrabet is invited in response to her recent publication 'Zwijg Allochtoon', an essay on identity, racism and the female body as a commitment to the struggle for freedom.

Wednesday 27th of October 2 pm 

presentation Roel Kerkhofs Musee-Museum @ Nest

Thursday 26th of October

7 pm Film screenings @ campus Sint-Lucas

Rio/ Ronsse' (2013) Robbrecht Desmet, ‘Voices’ (2016) Stijn Van Dorpe, ‘Magical World' (2005) Johanna Billing (Collectie s.m.a.k., stedelijk museum voor actuele kunst Gent)

 Friday 27th of October 9.30 am -4.30 pm

2 – 4.30 pm Presentations at NEST  

 Roel Kerkhofs

Roel Kerkhofs, born in 1975, lives and works in Brussels. In his latest art projects, since 2009, he is looking for a way to collaborate with all different kind of people to come to a shared artistic result. This goes from an interdisciplinary collaboration to the search for participation in a specific neighbourhood or location. Driven by the quote: “I believe that art is universal. I believe that art is autonomous. I believe that art can provoke a dialogue or confrontation, one to one. And I believe that art can include every human being. When I write believe, I’m doing it not because I think or know it, not because I can prove it. But because in art it’s a matter of believing.” By Thomas Hirschhorn, fragment out of Crystal of Resistance published for his participation in the Suisse Pavilion during the Venice Biennale. He teaches at the campus Saint-Lucas Visual Arts, LUCA School of Arts and leads the atelier Mixed Media with his colleague Esther Venrooij.   www.roelkerkhofs.be

Sarah Késenne

Sarah Késenne (1980) studied art and film studies at the Universities of Ghent, Antwerp and Bologna and has been working for several years as a PhD researcher at LUCA school or arts - KU Leuven (Sint-Lucas Visual Arts Ghent) on the relation between display and participation, and its emancipatory value, in the work of artists like Dora Garcia, Stijn Van Dorpe and Hana Miletic. She is engaged in the research group Art, space and context - Liberty inviting artists to take part, in which artists and art critics discuss issues of art in public space, art and society, the public. She teaches in courses like Community arts and a  master seminar on contemporary art at LUCA school of arts. Previously, she was active in a number of artistic organizations like Happy New Ears Festival, STUK, KunstenFestivaldesArts and SoundImageCulture. She publishes regularly in art magazines like Hart, Rekto:verso and De Groene Amsterdammer. She lives and works in Ghent. http://libertyinvitingartists.wordpress.com/

Stijn Van Dorpe

By formatting different methods of cooperation Stijn Van Dorpe infiltrates in realms of urban, social, pedagogical and political contexts - often in places where the word ‘art’ doesn’t necessarily evoke many images or generate lots of resonance. Within these environments he investigates the art space as an area with particular qualities and perspectives. Dissensus as a specific type of conflict, new forms of visibility, ways of organizing and bringing people together are some of the distinctive elements that define his work.  

Simultaneously his interventions and related experiences lie at the base of experimental approaches towards documentation, which lead to various forms of documents (films, installations, performances, lectures and publications). 

Over the past 10 years his work has been shown internationally and he took part in many artist in residence programs. In recent years he has developed and launched long term projects in public space.

https://stijnvandorpe.blogspot.be

  �Md

[astorybycaesar]

Headcanons: 

1) Relationship- Ryan Cady

Ever since Caesar and Ryan met, they’ve butted heads with one another. Ryan Cady represents many aspects of authority figures that Caesar despises: he’s rude, arrogant, and has a God complex. Caesar would go as far as to call his former auto shop teacher one of his mortal enemies, but there is one thing about Ryan that he respects. From the numerous stories Eli and Sophie have told him, he’s come to the conclusion that Ryan is a good father. Coming from a childhood filled with emotional abuse, knowing that Ryan is a good dad to Sophie is important to him, considering she’s one of the very few children in the world that he actually likes. However, he wouldn’t be caught dead admitting this to anyone. 

2) Occupation- Radio Intern

After meeting Georgie Rabot, the host of a radio show known as “The Evening Hour,” Caesar has worked as his paid intern. From the technology involved to the writing of show material, Caesar has learned a lot about radio over the past two years, and he has enjoyed every minute of it. In addition, he is taking online courses through Ashford University with the intent of getting a degree in Journalism and Mass Communications, but he doesn’t truly consider himself to be a college student due to the lack of being in a physical classroom on a college campus. It’s Caesar’s goal in life to host his own radio show, and the only way he’ll be able to do that is with a degree. 

3) Freebie- Paranoid Personality Disorder 

It’s been over two years since Caesar has sat down with a psychologist. The last time he did, the doctor told him that she suspected he had a personality disorder and attempted to address his blatant paranoia. Given his experiences with being misdiagnosed by psychiatrists and abused by people in positions of power over him, he has not sought out any sort of therapy since this visit. He didn’t want to believe what he’d been told at first, but upon later research, he did find many similarities between PPD symptoms and his own personality traits. Melanie is currently the only person he’s spoken to about this visit, as she was the one who recommended the doctor to him in the first place. He’s been trying to be more open with his emotions, but two years later, this is still a difficult task. 

[rabotimagines]

"Bottoming when they usually Top." GN BOT reader x Starscream, Megatron, Ironhide, Optimus

Summary: Topping them for the first time when they usually top you.

Warnings: None.

Genere/Theme: Smut 🔞 MDNI

G1 characters: Starscream, Megatron, Ironhide, Optimus

Notes: Bot reader uses their spike!

Pronouns: You, your, yours.

Starscream is a bit of a chaotic switch. He'll usually bend to fit whatever dynamic a partner has with him and also what he's feeling at the time. So when you first started interfacing, he was completely fine playing the role of a fixed top. It also does something to his ego that you enjoy his spike so much in the first place. So when you ask if you can top Starscream makes a stink about it, just to make you feel slightly guilty. Slightly anyway. In the bitchy "You're making me go off my regular schedule" sort of way he does when you ask him for anything. Starscream then turns around and declares "How lucky you are to have such an understanding and generous partner!" His servos digging into the seams of your waist. Starscream barely suppresses a shiver when you hum and start tracing his wings with already lewd intentions.

There is a fifty-fifty chance Starscream is going to ride you into the berth or just let you dom when you top. If Starscream gives you control, then he's a hundred percent expecting to be lavished with attention and praise. Which is how you wind up in between his thighs, pounding his valve as hard as you can. Starscreams digits are biting the paint off your back. You were a bit overcharged on Starscreams valve, your praising coming out like babbles. Starscream could feel his own overload creeping up his spinal strut. Your spike hits his ceiling node, and he cries out while you only rock into him harder.

You're telling Starscream how good he feels, and the comment makes Starscreams overload hit him sooner than he thought it would. His thighs clench around your middle, forcing you to fold harder against him when he tightens further around your spike. Starscream bucks when you start overloading inside him. Every pump of your spike had him clenching back down on you. Frag- You needed to work on how to praise correctly, but overall, you weren't terrible with your spike. Starscream vented heavily, taking in your post overloaded expression. The sight only made him want to push you down and take your valve next.

Starscream... supposed he will have to show you how you're properly supposed to praise a bot for taking your spike.

-

Megatron enjoys being in control, and he enjoys dominating other mechs both in the field and in the berth. Megatron fully expected to top without any pre communication when you entered a relationship with him. (Yes, he's a clown like that.) You could be a hulking triple charger, and Megatron would still be wordlessly expecting your obedience. He wants you to give yourself to him. Give him your everything. So he's always been content with you being a bottom the entire time you'd began interfacing with one another. So when you ask to top, Megatron is mildly surprised by the fact you'd waited this long to act on a sexual interest with him. But since Megatron actually holds affections towards you, he has almost no problem indulging you.

Almost anyway. He'll let you use his valve, but he's still going to be dominating you into the berth. He might just use the side of his arm and cannon to pin you further against the berth while he rides you both to overload. Megatron grinds down further against your pelvis, reveling in the noise he draws out of you. He chuckles at your sorry state even with his valve stuffed with your spike. Megatron only stops when you overload inside him and fill him up. He groans at the sensation and jerks his spike off to reach his own overload- Megatron cursed under his vents at the feeling of clenching down on you while overloading himself. His spikes transfluid ends up shooting you in the faceplate, dusting your paint with translucent pink.

The blessed out expression on your face and his own valve dripping with your own transfluid was definitely a positive gain. Megatron also enjoyed taking you apart in yet another way only for his optics and no one else's. He should've thought of this beforehand. Expect to be allowed to use his valve or be dominated by it after this. If you raise his affection high enough in your relationship, he'll eventually let you use his valve and dominate at the same time.

...

Eventually.

-

Ironhide was a dom leaning verse. He did enjoy control, and he enjoyed making a bot whine with how well he'd use their valve. But he wasn't so up tight he didn't know how good a valve overload felt like himself. He didn't necessarily mind only being a top for you. He was soft on you and couldn't get enough of you, valve included. But when you ask if he's okay with you spiking him, instead, he does feel a bit giddy.

Ironhides the type to bend over all pretty against the nearest wall as soon as you ask. Array already snapped back valve on full display with his hips jutting out like they were. You gape at the sight, and Ironhide just looks over his shoulder back at you. "Well? what are ya waiting for? Need a party invitation to spike a mech, right?" You calmered to your pedes and tried to work him open with your digits, which only made Ironhide scoff. "I'm not glass. Just put it in already."

You do, and you frag him against the wall then and there. Ironhide can hear your quick vents on his audials. Spike striking his ceiling node every time you bottomed out. You end up overloading before him but seem to realize Ironhide wasn't as close. You reached down and started stimulating his anterior node- Ironhide cursed and impatiently started stroking his own spike off. Ironhide groaned, focusing on the feeling of your spike still in his valve and the transfluid spilling down his inner thighs. You pulled back and hit his ceiling node once more, and ironhide is overloading on your spike with a groan.

You were a bit rough around the edges and needed some work, but-

You were panting lightly. Your digits were rolling tracing circles on Ironhides hips, like he'd do for yourself after he'd spiked you.

Ironhide would train you how to properly spike a mech just you wait.

-

Optimus just didn't have the spark to tell you no when you looked at him and told him to spike you. He loved you. Optimus wasn't too picky about positions or roles he just wanted your affection and to make you feel good. If you wanted to take his spike, then he'd help you take his spike right. Likewise, if you wanted to top him, then Optimus is all for it. He wants to make you feel good. And if you wanted to feel good using his valve? He'd let you do just that then. But well- you hadn't asked to just spike him...

How you managed to convince Optimus to let you spike him in his office of all places he still didn't know- (Yes, he did. it's because he wanted to make you happy.) But now Optimus is sitting on the ledge of his desk with you thrusting in his rather wet valve. His servos are gripping the edge of his desk hard enough that the metal starts to give- fighting to keep his palms off your frame because he'd dent your frame so easily right now. Every time you bottomed out, your pelvis ground down on his anterior node. Your spike hitting every pleasure node it could with every snap of your hips. Your optics are bright, and you look so- attractive between his thighs.

A strangled use of your designation tumbles out of him when you wrap a servo around his weeping spike and start stroking. Optimus has to fight to stay quiet while he's overloading all over your spike. His own transfluid shooting on his front with your continued strokes. You groaned and stilled, finally panting through your own overload. Optimus can feel your transfluid spilling out of his valve and onto the floor. Optimus finally allows his vice grip on his own desk to loosen and start touching you once more. He's petting you through your own post overload haze while you're nuzzling and sighing all content at his affections.

Optimus definitely wouldn't have any problems with you toping again.

... Just maybe not on his office desk next time. Optimus admitted, staring at the dents on his own desk.

[rabotimagines]

"Pet names" GN! Bot Reader + Optimus, Jazz, Ironhide, the Lambo twins

Summary: Reader has become partial to using human pet names for everyone.

Warnings: none.

Genre/Theme: Platonic/with hints of crush

G1 characters included: Optimus, Jazz, Ironhide, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe

Notes: Cybertronian Reader, Reader written as around Ironhides age, so older in mind

Pronouns: You, your, yours, them, they

Optimus takes the energon cube you had offered him with an instinctive smile only he almost drops it when you open your mouth to say, "Cube for you, Sweetspark."

Optimus's plating ruffled up immediately, and he couldn't really stop his optics from burning a touch brighter. Jazz coughs into his servo, very unsuccessfully hiding his half laugh. "Thank- you." Optimus settles on because you're still waiting for a response. His vocilizor is a touch tight at the end due to the warmth of the sudden bashfulness in his own chassis. Optimus turns back to Jazz, who was grinning in obvious amusement. Optimus resets his vocilizor before asking Jazz to continue with the verbal review he was giving Optimus.

Optimus then realizes this was something you were now making a habit of when you give him a datapad and call him "Sugar." It eventually doesn't feel like his sparks going to jump out of its own volition, so Optimus allows himself to enjoy the casual affection. It was something delightfully domestic- an affection none of them had privy to after so many vorns at war. It's almost too much at times hearing the fondness in your tone and the delight in your optics. But it's something Optimus has needed for a very, very long time regardless of how raw it may make him feel at the same time.

Optimus will also endure it because watching Prowl or Ironhide struggle with it themselves was actually quite funny. Maybe Optimus will feel brave enough to return the affection back to you one day.

-

As soon as the habit develops, Jazz is for it and a hundred percent ready to join you in using human pet names. Jazz doesn't use them as freely as you do. He thinks it's more entertaining watching the autobots fluster from the side, them not knowing how to handle the little verbal affections. Jazz only tends to use them egregiously with you specifically. It turns into a fun little game between you and Jazz over who can use the most pet names before stumbling into the most embarrassing pet name.

"Heya Lover." You smiled catty at Jazz.

"Doll." Jazz pouted his bottom derma at you.

You quirked an optical ridge, smile still in place. "Hot stuff."

"Sugar lips." Jazz practically purrs, and you hold solid optical contact with on another. You break your gaze first and start laughing in earnest, causing Jazz to realize he'd definitely hit the absurd first with that one. "Yeah, because your derma look sweet?" He grins through his own explanation, watching you laugh.

You just vent finally and smile lazily. "Better luck next time, Romeo." You sing and push his pauldron playfully on your way out the door. Jazz let's himself watch you leave. The playful flirting definitely made Jazz's days feel a bit better. More normal than he'd really been allowed to actually be in vorns. The lightsparked interactions he was having with you were quickly becoming his favorite around the ark.

-

You almost kill Ironhide when he gives you your report he'd gotten from Prowl. "Thank you, Darling," Ironhides engine stalls at the phrase, and he has to slam his fist into his chassis to get it to keep going.

"Beg ya pardon?" Because surely he just heard you wrong. But you just look at him properly and smile all sly, and Ironhide already knows he had heard you correctly before you trace a digit down his windshield glass.

"Thank you, Darling." You repeat, and Ironhides optics burn a level higher than they should near immediately. He scoffs and bats your servo away, trying to ignore the cobalt that's more than probably staining his faceplate.

"Don't be saying slag like that." But slag was slag, and in the vorns Ironhide had known you, you'd always been a slagger. He realizes it's just what you do now when he sees you call Prowl "Pumpkin." Doesn't mean Ironhides gotta like it any. You know he doesn't appreciate it, but because you're a menace so you lay it on extra thick whenever you're talking to Ironhide. Ironhide wasn't a newbuild by a long shot, but the almost sickly sweet phrases are so foreign on Ironhides audials. At this point, he can't stop himself from getting flustered.

Stop that already! Hes too old to be called that! And your too old to be saying slag like that!

-

Sunstreaker is gonna kill you- he knows he can't actually because you're his superior. But frag if you call him "Sunshine" one more time- You offered to stop if Sunstreaker could beat you in a spar, which he agreed to. Which only led to Sunstreaker getting knocked on his aft several separate times. Which only succeeds in making him seethe even more whenever Sunshine comes rolling off your glossia.

His chassis had eventually started to warm whenever your derma curled when you called him it- and that only made him even angrier! Sunstreaker was a war frame! You teasingly calling him a pet name shouldn't do anything BUT annoy him! Sunstreaker was going to beat you in that spar, and he was going to get you to only call him by his actual designation

Sunstreaker knows it's the only way he'll get it to stop because you don't even listen to Ratchet when he tells you to stop using those ridiculous pet names. (But he also notices how Ratchets plating fluffed up like a preening seeker whenever you did call him anything but Ratchet.) The only solace Sunstreaker has is the fact that Sideswipes pet name is somehow even more ridiculous than his.

...

Sideswipe is aghast. Sideswipes baffled. And Sideswipe is disappointed. What the pit kind of a pet name is "Pookie"?! You'll call everybody by more than one pet name besides Sunstreaker and apparently also Sideswipe for some reason. You called Sideswipe "Babe" once and only once, and he's still trying to get his pet name switched to that over Pookie because seriously! Pookie?! You've called him Babe before! It's so easy you can do it again! Please do it again!

Sideswipe hated Pookie. He hated the little smirk that curled at your derma and the amusement in your optics less when you said it- Sideswipe really needed you to call him babe like you had. Your tone is low, barely teasing but very audibly fond. And that directed at Sideswipe? The one time had his engine purring automatically, and his processor wandered south where he knew it shouldn't have been in the first place.

He's watching Sunny get his tailpipe kicked in by you in a spar again, and he ends up asking if he can fight for better pet name rights, too. You laugh "Sure Pookie, you get next round. Step up." So Sideswipe fights for his honor of a better pet name. And Sideswipe gets his aft kicked worse than Sunny. As soon as Sideswipe hits the ground, Sunstreakers back up to try to take you down again.

His brother loses twice as fast to you this time, and Sideswipe can't help asking what the pit that pathetic attempt was! "Have you ever even beaten them in a spar before?!"

Sunstreaker snapped his helm in Sideswips direction with a glare that could freeze the pit over. "Shut the frag up, Pookie!"

Sideswipes on his pedes and in his brothers space in no time flat because how fragging dare he?! You barely get to call him that! "What was that, Sunshine!?"

They're swinging at each other before they know it with you laughing in the background. You end up breaking them up before they get too into it and scold them both with the pet names they both hate.

[rabotimagines]

"HARMLESS" GN BOT! Reader x Optimus, Prowl, Jazz, Ironhide, light Yandere! Scenario

Summary: He'd been walking down one of the ark hallways when he'd heard a noise that drew his attention down one of the more secluded pathways. He'd followed the sound to figure out who was back where they shouldn't be only to find you self servicing.

Warnings: Noncon Voyeurism. Noncon recording in Jazz's section. Smut ahead. Minors DNI 🔞

Genre/Theme: Light Yandere/More Obsessed vibes tbh, catching crush/Obsession masturbating. Smut.

G1! Characters included: Optimus, Prowl, Jazz, Ironhide

Notes: Jazz is the only one here whose accepted the fact that he's a freak. The others are in varying stages of denial. Autobot reader. Valve and Spike are used since BOT reader.

Pronouns: You, your, yours

Optimus isn't trying to sneak anywhere he was simply- curious. Honestly, he was expecting to maybe find the twins up to some pranking or something of that nature. The wall is thick and tall enough that Optimus is just hidden naturally. He smiles to himself at the thought of spooking one of his friends or comrades, so he let's himself- indulge in the little fun. It was harmless, after all. He's up against the wall, ready to interrupt whatever tomfoolery when his optics catch on an opening before the turn. Optimus peers in curious when a sound happens again- and almost stumbles backwards and lands on his aft.

You- panting, optics bright, servos readily stroking over your plating. Array popped open with spike and valve on full display for anyone to see. You were self servicing right here almost in front of Optimus. Heat hit Optimus's fuel lines so quickly he was half worried he'd risk actual sudden ignition. Optimus knew he shouldn't even feel this way about you- it wasn't even- he was your leader for Primus sake! He was the prime he wasn't supposed to be- a pervert! But something- something about you just made his systems lock up and his mind wander in places it hadn't gone in vorns. Made Optimus think in a way he shouldn't. In a way, he couldn't-

The soft sound of you groaning at your own administrations violently locked Optimus back to what he'd unknownly just walked into. Optimus watched stunned as two of your digits slipped into your valve rather easily. Your other servo lightly trailed along your spike, which was twitching in the air and leaking lubricant all over yourself from want- Optimus had to force his engine not to loudly rev in anticipation The sound urged to reverbate through his own frame at the sight.

Optimus knows he can't but- but with you like this right in front of him for his optics, he can't not think about it. Optimus wants to spike you - he wants to so bad. He'd have to stretch you. Optimus was admittedly rather large- overall. (You could even be in his frame size class, and he'd still have to prep you-) He wonders if your optics would brighten like that one time he'd praised you for a battle decision. He'd fold you in half, using his servos to drag you back down his spike in time with his own thrusts. He'd praise you over and over again if you reacted so sweetly. Regardless of how much of his spike you'd actually be able to successfully take.

Optimus knew the more responsible course of action would be to take your spike in his valve instead. But Optimus startlingly finds he doesn't want to be responsible with you. He wants to spike you so badly- your noises getting louder cut his own quick fantasy short, Optimus's attention zeroed in on you. You started bucking your hips against both your working servos desperate for Overload. Optimus has the very fleeting thought of revealing himself and offering assistance before he watches you spill transfluid all over yourself with a full frame shutter.

You gasped in vents of air as the charge trickled over your plating in fits- and Optimus lately realizes his smoke stacks were puffing smog when the smell of ozone hits his olfactory. Optimus has to force himself to move, but once he does, he leaves so quickly he's worried you might've heard him. This leaves Optimus plagued by what he should not have seen in the first place. His entire day is filled with the imagery of you- panting, optics bright, servos on your array- and he has no clue how he manages to finish the little amount of paperwork that he had. Optimus doesn't let himself self service. He can't- he won't- it was so wrong. You didn't even know Optimus saw the whole thing- that he saw you so- indecent.

He's plagued by one more thought of you taking his spike- your hips bucking against his, and Optimus gets up and forces himself to the washracks. It was rather late anyway there shouldn't be any mech using it. He walks in and promptly stops because there is someone using it, and Primus, it's you! With solvent running down your frame casually washing yourself with no worries. He mets your optics (after his optics had trailed much too long on your frame), and you casually greet him, then go back to your rinse. Completely unaware of what offensive imagery had just barreled through Optimus's proccessor.

Optimus didn't wait to promptly step under the closest washrack and turn the solvent on the coldest possible setting. Not even flinching when his frame is doused in a freezing temperature. Optimus finds he has to exert his will to keep staring at the wall and not steal any other glance at you.

... Primus, he needed to get a better hold of himself.

-

Prowl following the sounds in the off-limits area had come with purpose and indent. He'd been readily prepared to scold any of the usual troublemakers for getting up to something they shouldn't have. Clearly, that's what this was, with whoever trying and failing to keep entirely quiet. There was certainly an attempt, and Prowl would not have noticed if he were any of the usual autobots. But Prowl was always alert, and now he's here slowly trailing along the wall. He'd known there was a small indent hidden from the hallway for someone to hide or lean against. Prowls optics catch on a small opening in the wall that allows him to spy who-

Prowl stops dead in his tracks when he sees you- he almost walks the last two steps and reveals himself to you when he actually processes your expression. Optic ridge tight, mouth open panting, optics bright- Prowls line of sight trails down your shuttering frame before they widen when they land on your pressurized spike. His gaze snaps farther down instinctively when he catches movement and sees your valve.

He also sees the false spike in your valve.

His doorwings hike so high so quickly that Prowl can feel the snap of air on his own neck cables. He can feel his own optics burn brighter and his logic centre suddenly goes rouge and attempts to calculate subduing measures on you- Prowl wasn't going to subdue you- you weren't a threat- just as he dismisses the calculations you groan rather loudly. The action triggers the subduing success calculations to turn back on, and Prowl watches you hilt the false spike back in your valve. Valve stretching to accommodate it and hard spike leaking lubricant at your own heightened arousel.

Prowl- Prowl needed to leave now. It had to be you of all mechs. If it was anyone else, Prowl would be able to rightfully interrupt this debauchery. But the fact that it's you- You softly panting with your array on full display and demonstration- Prowls processor is stuck, and he feels like if he stares too long, he'll risk a minor circuit crash. Prowl still doesn't know what it was about you that made his system stutter like it does. But Prowl knew that whatever it was- it was unhealthy. It wasn't  harmless- it was far from it. Prowl shouldn't think about you like this- He has to force himself to look away from your array again. Prowl had barely managed to push you out of his proccessor the other day, and now he's seeing you like- you groaned, and Prowls door wings vibrated a touch at the sound.

Prowl takes one long last look at your pleasured faceplate before promptly turning on his pede and briskly walking away. Prowl makes his way back to his office and sits, and finishes his entire daily paperwork log so quickly he's stuck sitting in his office staring at a blank datapad. Now, the other problem he had to solve. How is Prowl to... inform you that you're not allowed to self-service outside of your habsuite.

Prowl knows you have that false spike in your subspace. He knows he could call you in right now and make you empty your entire subspace on his desk for him. Say some of the autobots were smuggling... contraband. If you didn't drop it, he'd frisk you for it. Regardless, it would be put out on his desk, and Prowl would scold you and properly punish you. Prowl would use it on you. Force that false spike in your valve again and again and watch you fall apart while his own spike ached against his modesy panel. He'd make you overload all over yourself until all you could say was his designation.

His proccessor supplied the image of you sitting on his desk, with your legs splayed open on either side of you. Transfluid all over the front of your chasiss from your overworked spike. With Prowls own spike sitting heavy against the mesh of your valve...

Prowl has to force himself to turn and go on break. Which leads to him walking like he's on his way to kill a mech and subsequently scaring anyone out of his way as he makes his way to his habsuite. Prowl overloads into his fist so hard his battle computer resests itself from the heat. When it turns back, his logic centre started by running through the success he'd have getting himself alone with you and your potential routes of travel around the ark... It takes a shameful amount of effort to dismiss the promt...

The stasiss cuffs Prowl always keeps in his subspace feel absurdly heavy.

-

Ironhide is like Prowl, he'd come expecting to have to drag a troublmaker or two out and lay into them. He's not usually light on his pedes, but he'd had to learn to be after this many vorns at war. So he makes his way over ready to drag an autobot out like a buzzing scraplet if he needed to. But he stops when he hears a sharp invent that could have been pained? The sound sets his plating shifting the wrong way, and he gets even quieter and reaches a tentative servo against his subspace. Ready to pull his blaster out if he had to blast like pit as soon as he turned that lil' corner.

Ironhide's optics catch movement, and his gaze is drawn to the little broken patch of wall that gives him a small but wide enough gape to easily pear in and see what was on the other side. Ironhide stops and actually focuses on it only to recognize just who's plating that was- You failing to stifle a moan sends Ironhides plating ruffling for an entirely different reason. Oh, sweet slaggin- Ironhide has to bite his glossia so he wouldn't curse a storm under his own vents. Really? Here? Now? You were actually doing this?! You little pervert!

Ironhide- Ironhide knew whatever he felt about you was- well, fragged to put it lightly. He'd been online for frankly too damn long, and he'd never felt like this before. (And that only made it freak him out even more.) Yeah, he'd loved and crushed and fantasized, but whatever you were doing to his systems was something else. The blasted amount of feelings you were giving Ironhide was a pain in his aft on a good day. On his bad days, he couldn't focus on anything else, but his proccessor conjured charged fantasies- like he was a fragging youngling who'd just learned what interfacing was.

Ironhide sure wasn't about to let that stop him from doing his job, though. He was gonna drag you out and put you on chore duty for a week for this- You failing to stifle a groan that only turned muffled halfway which made Ironhide focus back on you through the gap and Ironhide swallowed hard. You had your digits shoved into your own mouth, thrusting them in again every time you thrust your spike into your other servo. You moaned against your own digits, your own desperate servo sending a bit of oral lubricant down your chin.

Arousel spiked in Ironhides frame so damn fast he didn't even have a chance to deny the HUD prompt before his array snapped back of its own accord. Ironhide bit his glossia, glaring at his now suddenly very fully ready to go spike. Ironhide cursed hard in his proccessor at his own frames utter betyral. You whined around your digits, and Ironhides will shattered like glass. His servo cupped and immediately started stroking his own spike. Fine- fine! Ironhide would let you have this harmless dirty little secret. Even if he shared it a little bit with you-

Ironhide took the sight of you in- Optics bright, mouth making a mess all over yourself with your own digits, Spike hard and probably aching- Ironhides spike throbbed and he made sure to match the pace on his spike with your own servos speed. Ironhide pressed slightly against the wall, imagining it was you. Instead, he could press into the ground. Pit- Ironhide could take two the last two steps and do it right now- (He wouldn't- he couldn't.) Just two easy steps, and he'd scold you for being a pervert. (With his own spike already dripping-) Ironhide could punish you for it- he should punish you for it.

Ironhide would make you get on your knees and he'd have you swallow his spike. Put something better in there than your own desperate digits- you groaned on your own digits, and it was scarily easy to imagine you on his spike instead. Ironhide overloads to the sound of your own overload- he has to set his jaw tight, so the heavy groan that wanted to roll out of it wouldn't give him away.

Ironhide then realizes he's made a mess on the wall with his own transfluid and quickly grabs the rag he keeps in his subspace for oil. He wipes his mess up as quickly as he can before turning and making his way back to the main hallway. Ironhide might not get you for self servicing- but he can definitely scold you for slacking when you're supposed to be on the job. So Ironhide waits around the corner for you to come out on your own accord. 

... Ironhide realizes he can't deny this much longer before some other part of him breaks.

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Jazz is naturally light on his pedes after vorns of making sure he stays that way. He doesn't even have to stop before he's leaning up against the wall instinctively when he hears another soft set of sounds trying and failing to stay quiet. So Jazz does what he does and sneaks over to find out what's what. He half wonders what he's gonna interrupt so he leans to peak between a gap to see a peak of whatevers being hidden from him- and Jazz almost immediately gives himself away like some kind of rookie at the sight of you with your interface array popped open.

Jazzs spark stutters and arousel starts pumping through his system like it was his function. As soon as he realizes it's you- You self servicing- a delighted smile curls on his face, and he leans farther against his little gap to get a better view. Oh, Jazz is lucky! he's so lucky-

Jazz had long accepted the admittedly almost obsessive hold you had on his spark and processor. After a few internal debates, he'd elected his feelings for you while wild were also genuine. So Jazz just needed to squash down the more- intense urges, and he should be fine. Jazz was never the type of mech to shy away from vices. Whether it was a harmless perversion or the unsavory things he needed to be or do as the head of special operations. Jazz had no objections in indulging in his romantic desire for you. (He just needed to make sure it didn't consume him whole while he tried to woo you properly.)

Jazz could interrupt and scold you teasingly and offer a servo, but Jazz knew you wouldn't be likely to want to keep going after being interrupted doing what you thought was private...

So he decides he'll take the harmless- (what you didn't need to know wouldn't hurt you.)  opportunity and activate the record function setting on his visor. He didn't want to miss this- Your servo stroking along your twitching spike, other servo running along your frame touching and grasping at the gasps in your plating. Giving Jazz a proper show of you tentatively touching yourself. Jazz wonders what your spike would feel like in his valve when you buck your hips against your own hold. Jazz then has to bite down on his bottom derma so he wouldn't groan at the sight of you spreading your legs unknownly, giving him an optic full of your obscenely dripping valve.

Jazz reigns in the wild urge to jump you- to offer to help because he knows the act would ruin any process he'd made getting closer to you even just as a friend-Jazz leaned even closer, focusing on your digits teasingly brushing against your own mesh and anterior node. Jazz found himself wanting to burry two digits down to the knuckle in your valve and hear what sound you'd make. Would you manage to stay quiet like you were now, or would you moan for him? You panted out quick vents and noises that were still so restrained due to where you were. Your servo jerked your twitching spike quicker, causing more soft and barely audible sounds.

Jazzs own digits started to dig into the gap of his inner thigh armor. Moving to run along there against the dips of his own array panel. He'd pop his aching spike out, but Jazz didn't want to even chance ruining any little sound you might make with his own noises. Or the sound of his own lubricant- this was all you, baby. All for him-

Jazz has to dig his digit pads into his own thigh- scratching the paint right off when he watches you overload. You looked so good- So perfect. So sultry. So perfect for him-

Jazz has to force himself to hit end on the recording when you start to rise and move to quickly clean up. You'd be coming his way in a moment, after all. So Jazz casually stalks his way back to the common hallway he'd started at and moves to finish that report he'd originally been filing. He's definitely just going through the motions, though. His proccessor replaying his new prized recording over and over for him behind his visor.

He's self servicing to it as soon as he tucks into his habsuite for scheduled recharge. Jazz is already making notes about how you touched yourself and how he could keep that little information tucked away for later. Jazz, let's himself imagine spiking you in your little area and giving you a proper valve overload, making your optics bright and your vents shaky. Jazz then imagines riding your spike and filling him up like he'd filled you up. He imagines sucking your spike- tasting your valve. Jazz had already accepted that he wanted you in every way you'd let him, so he has no problem indulging further and further.

Jazz overloads hard watching you overload a second time. And Jazz has to bite down on his own knuckles to not set Red alerts hallway sensors off. Maybe... Jazz could adjust your work schedule and give you just slightly more free time than you have right now. Would be a shame if your little hiding spot went... unutilized

Jazz just hoped he'd be quick enough to catch you next time, too.

[rabotimagines]

Masterlist!

G1 Transformers

Optimus

"Harmless" Catching crush/Obsession masturbating [Light Yandere, Smut]

"Pet names" Reader has made a habit of using human pet names [Platonic, Light crushing vibes]

Jazz

"Harmless" Catching crush/Obsession masturbating [Light Yandere, Smut]

"Pet names" Reader has made a habit of using human pet names [Platonic, Light crushing vibes]

Prowl

"Harmless" Catching crush/Obsession masturbating [Light Yandere, Smut]

"Pet names" Reader has made a habit of using human pet names [platonic, Light crushing vibes]

Ratchet

"Pet names" Reader has made a habit of using human pet names [platonic, Light crushing vibes

Ironhide

"Harmless" Catching crush/Obsession masturbating [Light Yandere, Smut]

"Pet names" Reader has made a habit of using human pet names [Platonic, Light crushing vibes]

Bumblebee

"Pet names" Reader has made a habit of using human pet names [Platonic, Light crushing vibes]

Blaster

"Pet names" Reader has made a habit of using human pet names [Platonic, Light crushing vibes]

Skyfire

"Pet names" Reader has made a habit of using human pet names [Platonic, Light crushing vibes]

Sunstreaker

"Pet names" Reader has made a habit of using human pet names [Platonic, Light crushing vibes]

Sideswipe

"Pet names" Reader has made a habit of using human pet names [Platonic, Light crushing vibes]

[rabotimagines]

🐇 [An Introduction] 🐇

HI HELLO I bit the bullet and decided to make a self ship/ x reader blog.

You can call me Rabot! I'm HE/HIM transman. I'm an adult, FYI! I'm from the internet age when giving your info out is bad, so I'll be vague outta habit, but I am an adult. Minors please DNI I'll be posting smut occasionally.

🐰 [What's this blog for?] 🐰

1] so I have a place to reblog others x reader content

2] so I can post the little bit of x reader stuff I write for myself.

My blogs specifically for scenarios/Headcanons of the short. The type with bullet points and such from fictional characters. Or the longer run ons, it all depends on how I feel.

I write for GN Readers and Masc or Male readers! Unless specificed any requests i decide to actually take will automatically be GN!

🐇 [So you do requests?] 🐇

Sorta! I'm mostly just planning on writing for myself, so to speak. You're more than welcome to send ideas or ramblings about characters in my inbox, but I don't wanna promise I'd be able to fill in any requests. If an idea or thing interests me, I might make a drabble or hcs in response to your ask.

But please do send an idea or an ask if you feel inclined to the worst I could say is "No, sorry." Or we could be deranged about [insert character here] together

🐇 [Writing for 'what' right now?] 🐇

• Transformers! <- my hyperfixation rn! (I'm newer! I watched TFONE and got weird about robots. I'm in the middle of watching G1 and Prime rn. I saw TF Animated in pieces when It aired on TV originally, so I have vague memories of them.

• ONE PIECE <- I like pirates. I tend to get obsessed with one piece in small bursts that come and go

🐰 [Tag guide?]🐰

#Rabot writes (My stuff)

#🔞 (smut/nsft)

#💌 (Fluff/romantic)

#💛 (Platontic)

#🩹 (Comfort)

#🥃 (Angst)

#🩶 (Yandere)

I only really like what's considered "light" Yandere, tbh so you don't need to worry too much there. (I like obsessive vibes but dont really enjoy like the whole "hurting you or your loved ones" type of stuff.) You can also just filter any emoji preemptively.

[Masterlist]