#tf rage battle

[devilart2199-aibi]

TF Rage Battle Gacha Doodles: Log 3 🚗💨

New team yippiee!

I image silly things happen in the base

[rescuebabiesau]

TF One Bits I Can't Get Over

The way the strata of Cybertron moves out of the way to let Orion pass untouched on his way to Primus' Core

The symbolism of D-16's death and Megatron's birth occurring at the same time as Orion's death and Optimus Prime's birth. When they meet again in Iacon, there are truly not the same bots that were there a few moments ago

The partial, half and full-transformations that occur in the final battle. The removal of parts and just transforming to reconnect them in seconds

The fact that Starscream's scratchy voice is due to Megatron nearly crushing his voice box and rendering him mute completely (which we know he does to 'Bee in other iterations)

The fact that Starscream is the SIC because he was the boss prior to D-16 mopping the floor with him, and the core trio that support Megatron (Starscream, Soundwave, and Shockwave) all already being the formidable leaders of the cabal, and Starscream's desperation to reach the top is not him wanting to attain a position he's never known, but a position that was stolen from him

The majority of the Autobots being friends and coworkers of Orion prior to his promotion to Prime- lowly civilians who choose to take up the fight under his guidance- while the majority of the Decepticons are pre-established warriors whose command is chosen not by comradery, but by shows of force and power.

The slow change in D-16's optics from yellow to orange to red over the course of the movie's second half, showing his slow descent into madness and rage.

Starscream going to hide during the attack on the High Guard and still getting captured.

All of the cameos

Despite Orion only knowing Alpha Trion for a few minutes, he remembers his words and uses them to rally the Miners later.

The bots in the train Orion lands on in the beginning of the movie just going "Ugh, Orion-" signifying that he does this A LOT

[a-hazbin-reader]

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Violence, Kidnapping, Alastor eating bitches

Description: Alastor's X Wife!Reader who gets kidnapped and how he deals with that

Alastor's relationship with you is a strong one, the two of of you drawn to each other in an almost supernatural way

But you also trust each other's strengths and aren't prone to stepping in each other's fights

Regardless of how powerful you are

I got your pinkie fingers bby go kick his ass

Holds your shopping bags for you while you go kick ass

Unless of course you ask him to

He likes it when you fix his hair afterwards, preening like a giant rooster as you do

THE POINT IS-

It's not like Alastor spends all his time glued to your hip or sending you out with bodyguards

You can take a damn walk by yourself

You do have a target on back though, if not because of your own strength/actions, then because of your husband

So it's not unusual when someone tries to pick a fight with you

But when you're suddenly ambushed and kidnapped, against the fact that you fought hard to avoid it

Fucking holy weapons

That's new

Well I suppose you'll just have to wait for your husband to come and get you out of this mess

*spits out blood*

Not you bragging about how fucked your kidnappers are once Alastor gets there

He's already going to be mad that they kidnapped his wife, but the fact that they've now put hands on you??? Made you bleed???

Oh they're so fucked

So just sit back and look pretty while you wait for your boo to come and rescue you

And you do look pretty

Keep your damn hands off

Alastor knows something is up when you don't come home, knows that someone must've gotten to you

If the old geezer watched tv maybe he would've known a little sooner

Maybe he would've known that your little fight made the news

Tf was he gonna do?? Wait for it to show up in the papers??

BREAKING NEWS!! RADIO DEMON'S BABE WIFE GETS KIDNAPPED AFTER EPIC BATTLE!

But when Angel shows him that you've been kidnapped Alastor literally just-

Makes this face:

Oh he's getting his wife back

RIP Angel's phone 😭

He's visibly very calm about the whole thing though, which makes the others even more worried

"Well then! I suppose I'll have to get Y/N back myself, won't I? You all wait here, I won't be long now~"

Alastor does give them a chance to give you back before he comes and hunts them down

It's one of the most terrifying radio broadcasts people have listened to but this is his WIFE we're talking about

On the inside he is VERY ANGRY

Even if they do bring you back he still eats them

Fuck them he never promised them anything

They took and HURT HIS WIFE

If they don't bring you back then they're going to be subjected to slaughter like they've never known before being eaten

Not him using his massive demonic form to rip apart their safe house

Anyone who doesn't know Alastor like you do will think he's being surprisingly playful about it all

But as his wifers you know he's raging by the look in his eyes 👀 not merely playing with his food

Not wifey just sitting back and admiring Alastor while he works 💅✨️

Damn this is really doing it for me

Admires how elegantly you stretch and rub your wrists after your bindings are undone, so graceful even after taking a beating

"Thank you, Alastor~ Right on time as always~"

He begs to differ

"Anything for you, my dear."

Won't really look at you until you grab his chin and force him to, Alastor giving you a guilty smile

Le kiss

Leans in to touch foreheads with you, the two of relaxing in each other's arms amongst the carnage

Casually licks the blood off your face to ruin the moment before taking your arm

"Now let's get you home, my darling~"

Doesn't leave you alone for the rest of the night, trying to hide the fact that he's fretting over you

You want to take a bath and get cleaned up? He'll help you!

You want to lay down and rest after a stressful day? He's actually pretty tired too so you two should go to bed together

Will 100% broadcast their screaming souls as a warning to anyone else who wants to try that little stunt again

Falls asleep to it actually, one arm wrapped around you as he drifts off so that when he wakes up, he'll know you're right there with him

He doesn't think any less of you, he's been beat before too

Don't remind him

Will absolutely call himself your hero for like a week straight and land himself in the doghouse by the end of it

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

I’m having too much fun with this someone stop me—

Important to note that I have wanted a speech-capable bird as a pet for pretty much my entire fcking life and have yet to have had the opportunity. Parrot, crow, raven, I care not, just. Chatty bird please.

I did get to meet a parrot one time when I took my niece trick-or-treating and I was dressed as a pirate who tf woulda guessed right not like I have a ton of clothes in my closet that I can use to throw together an impromptu pirate costume at a moment’s notice or anything hahahahaaaaanyway, and one of the people handing out candy was this older gentleman dressed as a pirate WITH AN ACTUAL FUCKING PARROT AND I GOT TO HOLD IT ISTG I ALMOST CRIED

My niece and I got extra candy out of the deal, too. Best Halloween ever.

ANYWAY. Writing a character in animal form is always a shitload of fun, and I am living for this nonsense.

And how mad this sassy mfer is going to be when he figures out what's going on SCREEEE

Flight Risk

Young!Mihawk x Marine!AFAB!Reader

Ch.5 of who even fcking knows,probably at least seven at this point

Brief summary of The Story So Far: Your mission, as a Marine and Zoan type devil fruit user (gray parrot), is to gather intel on Dracule Mihawk, a pirate on the Grand Line who has become a thorn in the Marines' side over a relatively short period of time.After finally arriving at Kuraigana Island after months of training, you discover that the Red Hair Pirates are also docked there while their Log Pose syncs and they repair their ship after a small battle...and, on the verge of fighting with Mihawk after spending the past half an hour or more taunting him, Shanks is the first to notice you perched in a nearby window in your devil fruit form.

Previous chapter, First chapter

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SFW for now, but not in later chapters

No Trigger Warnings in this chapter. Possible future Trigger Warnings for imprisonment, mild torture (definitely psychological, maybe physical)

Tags: Enemies to lovers, eventually NSFW, idk maybe more later

Word Count:3,618

Taglist:@i-am-vita

♫♬Acid Jazz Singer- The Fratellis♬♫

And it’s one time, keep it slow, wind them up and here we go

Get it right today and you may still be here tomorrow

Your entire world slowed around you as you considered the situation you had just embedded yourself into. Not one, but three powerful pirates, two of whom were staring straight at you.

One of whom looked as though he had just won his weight in gold at the mere sight of you.

Your act, you had to remember your act, your persona, a simple pet of one of many ill-fated pirate crews on the Grand Line. Fear was surely still a reasonable enough reaction to the sight before you, then.

So, without another thought, you ruffled your feathers out into a defensive stance, throwing your head back and flapping your wings rapidly, shouting, “Danger! Danger! Danger—”

“Oh—no, no, no, no, no danger, it’s—stop that, I’m busy—”

Shanks shoved Mihawk’s sword away and slowly sheathed his own sabre, holding his hands up as he slowly inched toward the window you were perched in, as if to show that he posed you no thread.

“It’s fine, we’re all friends here,” said Shanks went on softly, hands still raised, inching ever closer to the window of the castle you remained perched in. You took a cautious step back in spite of yourself, your eyes darting around, quickly assessing the situation at hand.

Mihawk was all but gawking at Shanks in a mix of utter disbelief and quickly growing rage—Shanks had, after all, spent the past half hour antagonizing him into a fight, only to withdraw the moment he was distracted.

Beckman’s gaze remained far more level, his brow furrowed as he watched your reaction to Shanks’s approach.

So you quickly ducked backward into the darkened room of the castle behind you, hiding behind the corner.

“N—no, no, don’t hide, it’s alright—we were just having a little a fun, isn’t that right, Hawkie?”

“I swear to God, Red-Hair—” you heard the other pirate respond through gritted teeth, clinging to the wall just inside the window with your talons, your heart racing.

“See?” Shanks went on, ignoring his murderous tone. “Just a little fun, that’s all, you’re safe—”

You stared in growing trepidation as he reached his hand slowly through the window, and the moment it was an inch away from you, you bit down hard on one of his fingers.

“Ow—” He pulled his hand back in an instant, and you could practically hear him pouting when he spoke again. “...it bit me.”

“What the hell did you think it was going to do, join your damned crew?” said Mihawk, giving a derisive scoff.

“Yes,” said Shanks, defensively.

“No,” said Beckman firmly.

“But—!”

“I spend enough time cleaning up your messes, I’m not cleaning up bird shit all over the ship on top of it.”

“I’d clean up after it.”

“No you wouldn’t.”

“Oh, come on—Hawk-Eye, you’re part bird, help me get it—”

“I’m not part bird, you complete moron,” snapped Hawk-Eye. “Get the damned thing yourself.”

Shanks was quiet for a long moment as you fought to gain control of your breathing, to calm your racing heart...and then—

“Fine, if you wanna clean up bird shit all over your castle—”

“Oh, for heaven’s sake…”

You heard quickly approaching footsteps following the irritated grumble, and part of you considered ducking further back into the castle...but you knew you couldn’t. You shouldn’t. This was your opportunity.

A moment later you let out a strangled squawk as his hand closed around your neck and he jerked you away from the wall you were clinging to. He held you out at arm’s length, still scowling. Shanks slumped back against the castle wall, still pouting. “How come it didn’t bite you?” he complained.

“Because I was smart enough not to give the damned creature a chance to,” he shot back, tossing a brief glare at Shanks before turning his yellow eyes back on you.

You steeled your nerves before tilting your head to the side and blinking a few times, and forced out in the most chipper tone you could muster, “Hiya!”

Shank’s jaw dropped in borderline outrage, but Mihawk only lifted an eyebrow. Beckman gave an amused scoff as he ashed his cigarette. “Looks like you made a friend, Hawk-Eye.”

“That’s not fair,” said Shanks, pushing away from the castle wall and approaching. “I was being nice and—”

As he drew closer, you ruffled your feathers out again, shouting, “Danger! Danger!”

“I’m not the dangerous one, he is!” Shanks shouted back, gesturing at Mihawk.

“Yelling probably isn’t going to help, Cap,” Beckman pointed out, crossing his arms and smirking at the spectacle. Mihawk was still holding you at arm’s length as you continued shouting, his yellow eyes shifting between you and Shanks. He shifted his arm, holding you further away from the redhead, and you quieted down. Then, just as slowly, with the slightest spark of interest in his expression, he shifted you closer to Shanks again.

You immediately resumed shouting.

“I don’t think it likes you very much, Red Hair,” he said, his lips curling into a smirk at the dejected look that fell over Shanks’s face. Mihawk held you further away from him again, his grip loosened around your neck now, and you expelled a sigh, your feathers smoothing back down. You still remained tense, well aware that he could easily snap your neck in a moment’s notice if you made a single wrong move...but his amusement at Shanks’s disappointment was likely a good sign. If all you had to do was continue to insult him, then you were sure you could manage.

“Stupid bird,” Shanks complained, kicking at a piece of rubble and slumping back against the pile of stone next to Beckman, crossing his arms.

“I’m fairly certain there’s only one birdbrain in the immediate vicinity, Red Hair,” said Mihawk.

“Birdbrain!” you repeated, and his eyes shot back over to you as Beckman gave a snort of laughter. You tilted your head again. “Hiya!”

“...Hello,” he said dryly—and finally released you from his grasp without any notice, causing you to drop to the ground before you could so much as flutter your wings. You quickly hopped back up to your feet, ruffling your wings out a bit to shake the dirt off of them, and flew back over to the windowsill you had been perched in, turning your head around to preen your feathers while the three pirates watched you in bemusement.

“Strange creature,” Mihawk commented after a moment, turning and striding back over to the broken wall and taking a seat again.

“I don’t think they usually talk in wild,” said Beckman. “Probably came from a ship.”

You turned your head quickly at the word ship, squawking out, “Wind in your sails! Wind in your sails! Hard to port, boys!”

“Aaaagh!” Shanks groaned again, flopping his head back dramatically. “It’s not fair, I want it—”

“Birdbrain!”

“Oh, shut up,” he snapped, and it wasn’t entirely clear whether it was in response to your comment or Mihawk’s small chuckle of amusement.

“Well.” Beckman straightened out, stubbing out his cigarette on the crumbled stone behind him and flicking the butt away. “I think it’s pretty clear the locals don’t want us here, Captain.” Shanks tossed a glare at his first mate, but straightened out himself, arms still crossed over his chest, lips still pursed in a pout.

“Fine…” he sighed, his arms falling limp at his sides. He rolled his eyes over to Mihawk, quickly regaining his composure and giving his so-called ‘friend’ a debonair grin. “I look forward to our next little visit, Hawk-Eye.”

“That makes one of us,” Mihawk commented in his typical dry tone, laying his sword out across his lap again without so much as glancing up.

You watched from the corner of your vision as Shanks and Beckman disappeared into the shadow of the surrounding dense forest, relaxing only the slightest bit at their departure. You had managed to fool all three of them so far, and evidently made a good first impression on your target. That was good. That was progress. You turned your gaze back toward Mihawk slowly, swallowing, debating on your next move.

And froze when he lifted his head suddenly, looking directly at you as if he had sensed your gaze.

He then rolled his eyes and went back to detailing his sword.

“You’re free to leave any time,” he said.

You quickly perked up, letting out another excitable, “Hiya!” He let out a small growl of annoyance in response, grumbling something under his breath about that idiot Red-Hair, to which you responded, “Birdbrain.”

He let out another amused chuckle, before freezing and looking back up at you with a frown. “Stop that. Just—shoo.”

It seemed his annoyance stemmed more from his own reaction to you rather than toward your presence itself, from the fact that he was already interested in you and your presence seemed to threaten his solitary existence.

This could be a good thing, you decided. If nothing else, he was intrigued, and you knew you could work with that.

Once he had turned his attention back to his sword, you hopped down from the edge of the window and to the dusty ground below, keeping your eyes trained on the pirate as you inched slowly closer, sidestepping against the edge of the castle wall.

Freezing in place when his eyes shot toward you again.

Inching a little further, a little closer when he lowered his gaze again.

Freezing yet again when he looked up. He frowned at you for a long moment, standing still as a statue, your gray plumage blending you right into the stone castle wall behind you. Several tense seconds passed before he heaved a sigh, leaning back the slightest bit. “You’re a persistent little pest, aren’t you?” he said, lifting an eyebrow...and then slowly, almost reluctantly, he raised his arm, holding it out toward you.

Progress.

You fluttered your wings, flying the short distance over and landing on his forearm near his wrist, wrapping your talons around carefully to keep your balance. He lifted an eyebrow at you as you perked up and let out another enthusiastic, “Hiya!”

“Yes, hello,” he said, almost dismissively.

“Hiya!”

“Oh, for God’s sake,” he grumbled, shaking his head and running his free hand back through his hair. “What are you even doing here? Lost your old crew?” He gave a small scoff as you tilted your head. “What were they? Pirates? Marines?”

As if prompted, you immediately ruffled your feathers out around your neck, flapping your wings in agitation—”Danger! Danger! Dan—”

He jerked back the slightest bit at your reaction, and you snapped your beak shut at the sudden motion. He turned his head slightly, his eyes narrowing, his expression more curious than annoyed. After a moment he spoke, almost carefully. “Pirates.”

He was testing you. You ruffled your wings a bit, and turned your head around, preening your feathers without showing the slightest sign of interest.

“...Marines—”

“Danger! Danger! Hard to port! Fire at will! Fire—”

“Alright, alright, enough,” he snapped, shaking his arm, wincing a little as you tightened your talons a bit. He heaved a sigh when you settled down. “I suppose it’s safe to assume you’re not particularly fond of...er, the bureaucracy.” He lifted an eyebrow as you loosened your talons, and inched sideways across his arm, your movements slow and cautious. “What are you doing?” You inched a bit further, keeping your eyes trained for any sign of him striking out—and you saw none.

A little closer, until you were nearly on his shoulder, deciding to push your luck to gauge his reaction.

You leaned your head back, and let out a dramatic, “Mmm-mwah! Pretty bird.”

He stared at you for a long moment, his expression deadpanning, blinking at you slowly.

“You’re worse than Red-Hair,” he said finally.

“Birdbrain!”

“Indeed he is,” he agreed—and then shook his head, shifting his shoulder toward you as if to shift you further away. “Why the hell am I talking to a bird—shoo already—”

You gave a startled squawk, shifting quickly back down the length of his arm, settling closer to his elbow and tilting your head to the side. His mouth fell into a frown, and he shook his arm a bit, in more an experimental manner than an aggressive one, testing your reaction again.

“Shoo,” he said once more, far less firmly.

You lifted one of your wings, ducking your head back behind it...and slowly lifting it to peak out at him, noting the small spark of interest in his gaze despite his best attempt to continue appearing annoyed.

“Pretty bird!” you exclaimed once more, a bit more quietly this time, before ducking your head back down behind your wing again.

He remained silent for some time, and you remained still, waiting for any sign of reaction from him. Finally he heaved out a long sigh, his posture relaxing again. You lifted your head to peak out over the top of your wing again as he looked at you with an irritated sort of resignation. “Yes, fine,” he said dryly. “Pretty bird.”

“Pretty bird!” You folded your wing back behind you, bobbing your head up and down a couple times, your own tension easing as he let out a quiet chuckle and shook his head. “Pretty, pretty girl,” you added, punctuating the statement with a low whistle.

“Oh, so you’re a lady, are you?” he said with a wry smirk. “I suppose I should apologize for my rudeness.” Despite his clear sarcasm, he gave another small chuckle, tentatively lifted his free hand toward you, and lightly brushed his index finger across the gray feathers at the side of your head. “You know, you’d likely have been far better off following that idiot Red Hair back to his ship.”

“Birdbrain!” you commented, tilting your head toward his hand as he gave a small snort of amusement.

“Yes, the birdbrain,” he agreed with another light chuckle, his wry smirk shifting toward a small, genuine smile. He went on stroking your feathers idly for a moment, shaking his head. “And what, precisely, am I supposed to do with you?”

If nothing else, it was comforting to know that his violent nature didn’t extend beyond humans. He was warming up to your presence far more quickly than you had anticipated he might, but your own knowledge was limited solely to the intelligence the Marines had gathered from his reign of terror and bloodshed across the vast expanse of the Grand Line. His interactions with Shanks suggested he certainly preferred a solitary existence, and that his initial dismissive attitude toward your presence may have been more for show than anything, for the very sake of keeping up his reputation.

Nothing about his present demeanor suggested any of that. The fondness in his eyes as he surveyed your own reactions was almost comforting in itself, almost familiar—you had seen the same look in you mother’s eyes when she cared for the birds at the aviary, felt the same fondness for the creatures when you helped look after them.

It took some effort for you to remind yourself that you were dealing with an incredibly dangerous pirate, dangerous enough that the World Government considered him a threat.

“Pretty bird!” you said again, cooing the words out, watching as he let out a huff of amusement.

“What a vain creature you are,” he commented, smoothing back the feathers at the top of your head. “Though I doubt you can survive on compliments alone. And if Beckman’s correct, you’re likely not suited to living in the wild...the humandrills don’t particularly take kindly to any new creature in their territory…” You only tilted your head in response as his words turned toward introspective mutterings, his mouth turning down into a thoughtful frown.

At length he let out a sigh, rolling his eyes and lying his head back for a moment. You tensed as he stood up, lifting his sword with one hand and resting it back across his shoulder, clearly making an effort to hold his opposite arm steady in front of him as you remained perched there, still frowning at you with an air of resignation.

“I suppose I have some reading to do if you aren’t going anywhere,” he said.

You could hardly believe your luck as he shook his arm out slightly, directing you to shift over to his shoulder. You followed the wordless instruction quickly, your talons grasping lightly at the fabric of his shirt to keep your balance as he stooped down to pick up his plumed hat. Rather than the obstacle that Garp and Bogard had assumed they would be, the brief presence of the Red Hair Pirates on the island had practically ensured your initial success at winning over the otherwise reclusive target of your mission.

If you managed to come out of this mission alive, you were going to be certain to rub that in both of their faces.

Minutes later you were perching in one of the high windows of the castle, watching as Mihawk drew his fingers across the rows upon rows of dusty books in the orange glow of the candlelight in the library, his head tilted and his sharp yellow eyes scanning across the titles etched into the spines of the innumerable tomes.

“Nothing about birds so far,” he said, mostly a quiet utterance to himself, but he still glanced toward your silhouette in the window as he spoke. “I do hope you don’t end up being more trouble than you’re worth, bird.”

You ruffled your feathers a bit, tucking your head down and nearly closing your eyes. He gave a small scoff at the sight of you relaxing, rolling his eyes before resuming his meticulous perusal of the books in the library.

“You’d best hope I find something if you don’t want to starve to death,” he commented. “I have no intention of going out of my way to accommodate you.”

“Pretty girl,” you responded, along with a brief series of kissing noises and a low whistle, and you would have been smirking yourself if you could have when he let out a quiet, amused chuckle in response to your commentary.

“Yes, yes, we’re all aware you’re a pretty girl,” he responded airily from behind a row of books.

Some time passed before he finally gave up, propping his sword against one of the many shelves and falling back into an armchair near the empty fireplace at the center of the room. You hesitated at your perch on the window for some time, watching him run a hand back through his dark hair in clear, stretching his arm out across an arm of the chair and strumming his fingers, his lips turned down in a thoughtful frown.

You finally decided to join him there, flapping your wings a few times to gain enough momentum to glide over and perch at the edge of one of the arms, tilting your head when he glanced over at you, waiting to see whether he would shoo you off or welcome your presence. He frowned at you for a long moment, before finally rolling his eyes and holding out his hand.

“Troublesome creature.” His tone was still light, almost affectionate, his mouth curving into a small smile as you crept from the edge of the chair to perch on his arm. “I suppose I do need to make port for supplies soon. It wouldn’t be too much of a hassle to learn a bit more about you, would it, pretty bird?”

“Pretty bird,” you responded, inching closer, settling yourself just above his elbow.

He brushed his knuckles against your feathers at the side of your head, giving a small chuckle as your eyelids drooped in response to his touch, before tucking his hand behind his neck and shifting back into the chair, his eyes slipping shut.

“Yes, pretty bird,” he repeated in a resigned sigh, his tone quiet and almost gentle.

Your eyes slowly drifted back open, watching him as he relaxed, your mind racing in spite of your own exhaustion. You hadn’t expected it to be this easy. Your target was supposed to be a terrifying, murderous sociopath with no regard or concern for any life apart from his own, an enigma that the Marines regarded as an unfeeling monster. Instead you found yourself staring up at a perfectly normal, albeit somewhat reclusive man, his mouth still curved into a small, fond smile in response to your presence. His smile lingered even as his breathing grew slower and deeper as he drifted off to sleep, just as your gaze lingered on his features.

He had been far kinder to you than the vast majority of your supposed comrades even had.

He could have easily snapped your neck the moment he first touched you...but he hadn’t.

Once more you shifted up his arm, perching yourself on his shoulder, and just to test his reaction, you nuzzled against his neck.

He lifted a hand in his sleep to absently swat at the disturbance, his expression twitching toward irritation for a moment—and then softening as his hand settled lightly into your feathers, his fingertips brushing across your wings before his arm fell across his lap, still fast asleep.

Little as you liked it, you were quickly becoming as interested in finding out more about him as he seemed to be interested in learning about you.

You liked it even less that you already felt comfortable enough to let your own eyes drift shut, the sound of his own slow breathing lulling you toward sleep.

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[swiftyangx12]

🟦🤍A Misunderstanding🩵🟥

[Pairing]: TFA Optimus Prime x Cybertronian!Autobot![Reader]

[Synopsis]: [D/N] can’t catch a break from being misidentified for a Decepticon. At least they have someone who understands their struggles as a commander.

[Inspiration]: A request I sent out some time ago and @signedaiko wrote the HCs out. (HCs with the Special Ops![S/O])

[D/N] = Designation (Meaning your name)

[Gender Neutral Reader]

[(A/N)]: Based on Aiko’s HCs, I’m only writing Optimus in this fic because I’m kind of biased. Also, I need to practice writing characters from the TF franchise and TFA O.P. seems like he’s an easy start. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the story.

[WARNING]: Possible misuse of Cybertronian Vocabulary and Terminology (I’m still new to the fandom)

[Back when [D/N] was first promoted to their position as Commander of the Information Operations, they were issued to get a paint job with much darker colors since most missions require stealth. The team [D/N] leads and work with are good bots, but the only trouble the whole unit faces sometimes are the misunderstandings from a first glance.]

Random Cybertronian: EHH! DECEPTICON!!!

[D/N]: No, no, no! I’m not a Dece-!

Random Cybertronian: *Whacks them with an alloy pole*

[D/N]: OW!

🟦🟥🤍🩵💛🟦🟥🤍🩵💛🟦🟥🤍🩵💛🟦🟥🤍🩵💛🟦🟥🤍🩵💛🟦🟥🤍🩵💛🟦🟥🤍🩵💛🟦🟥🤍🩵💛🟦🟥🤍🩵💛🟦🟥

[It didn’t help when they visit Earth to see their Conjunx Endura. People, especially Detroit citizens, also mistook them for one.]

Random citizen: Call the Autobots! Decepticon on sight!

[D/N]: Wait a klik! I’m not with the bad guys.

[After clearing up the commotion]

Random citizen: I’m so sorry! I thought you were one of those Decepticons.

[D/N]: It’s alright. At least you have good optics if spotting one, but please be sure if you see their Insignia next time.

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[It also didn’t help that even the Decepticons on Earth were bewildered to discover that [D/N] is an Autobot.]

Starscream: When did one of our Decepticons switch sides?!

[D/N]: *Enraged* 💢 I AM NOT A DECEPTICON IN THE FIRST PLACE, YOU FRAGGING IDIOTS!!!

The Decepticons: Uh oh.

[D/N]: *Unsheathes their razor neon blades and sprints towards the enemies* AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

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[Yeah, from that last battle, [D/N] was on rage mode where they kicked the Decepticons’ afts to the extremes. On their own. Probably put them out of commission for a while. They definitely need private time with their Sparkmate.]

[The Plant: The Autobots’ Secret Base]

[D/N]: Oppy, sweetspark~ *Back-hugs Optimus* My wonderful and lovely conjunx~

Optimus Prime: *Holds their bitarlueus’ carefully and looks back* What is it, [D/N]? You usually call me those names if something is bothering you.

[D/N]: There is. When I retire from the position as commander of my unit, I’m getting a new paint job.

Optimus Prime: Oh, that doesn’t sound bad. Why the sudden thought?

[D/N]: *Vents out from their intake (Sighs)* Almost every bot and person I encounter, they mistake me for a Decepticon. It’s what I get for earning a job where my team and I are required to wear coatings for stealth operations. The tones are too close to the actual faction’s.

Optimus Prime: Well, you also act scary when on duty.

[D/N]: *Pouts* That doesn’t help either.

Optimus Prime: *Chuckles a little* Don’t worry, [D/N]. We know you’re good and just doing your job as a commander. You proved to be a great bot every cycle.

[D/N]: Yeah…But I still remember when Sari and Bee freaked out after seeing me.

Optimus Prime: They didn’t know you’re on our side at that time. Now, they love you for being your true self.

[D/N]: Yeah…Y’know, when I do retire, you wanna help choose which color scheme suits me?

Optimus Prime: Only if you’re comfortable with the choices.

[D/N]: *Smiles at him* You’re so thoughtful, Oppy. I love you.

Optimus Prime: Love you too, [D/N].

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[A Few Deca-Cycles Later]

[At Night]

[S/N] = Sparkling’s Name

[S/N]: *Runs up to Optimus on their little pedes* Sire! Sire! Was this Carrier? *Holds up a data-pad with an old image of [D/N] back when they were a commander*

Optimus Prime: “Oh scrap.” Where did you find this? You know your carrier isn’t comfortable talking about their old job yet.

[D/N]: Don’t worry, Oppy. I let them see the ‘pad.

Optimus Prime: [D/N]. I didn’t expect you to tell so soon.

[D/N]: *Shrugs* [S/N] would learn sooner than later. They didn’t believe the image was me and needed your confirmation.

Optimus Prime: Well… *Picks up [S/N] and adjusts his hold* To tell you the truth, that is your carrier.

[S/N]: Really?! They look too scary to be my creator.

[D/N]: *Made an expression on their faceplate that screams, “Even my kid thinks I looked scary.”* (￣^￣)

Optimus Prime: That’s because back then, Carrier needed to look the part as a leader for their special unit. They have to wear darker coats of paint as their uniform.

[S/N]: Why? No bright colors allowed?

[D/N]: No bright colors, because I had missions where you need to be sneaky. Hiding in the dark and go for the surprise attack! *Starts tickling their Sparkling*

[S/N]: *Laughs from the “attack”* S-Stop! Stop! Can’t vent!

[D/N]: *Stops tickling* Alright, alright. Now, you better get ready for stasis mode since the next cycle is a big one.

[S/N]: *Gasps* I get to visit uncle Bee and uncle Bulk!

[D/N]: That’s right. *Picks them up from Optimus and settles them down* Wash up and maybe we’ll read you a story before berth.

[S/N]: *Nods and hurries off to freshen up*

Optimus Prime: *Hugs [D/N] from behind* You know, I fear next time you need to be called in to resume your duties.

[D/N]: *Leaning in the hug* Don’t worry, Oppy. I’m sure my successor is doing fine as commander and I only come in as a consultant for my former team.

Optimus Prime: If you say so. Then more time between us and see how it plays out.

[D/N]: After reading a story to [S/N], then maybe we’ll see what happens next.

Optimus Prime: *Vents out* Love you, [D/N].

[D/N]: Love you too, Oppy.

❤️[Reblogs help creators and creates more content]💙

[(A/N)]: Please be sure to visit @signedaiko’s blog and check out their work. Their writing is really entertaining and fun to read.

[olderthannetfic]

Honestly the gay shippers upset bkdk ect didn’t happen (which…lol duh?) pale in comparison to the frothing at the mouth /rage/ I witnessed on reddit from the het male audience because the ship they wanted all along became canon but was Not Canon Enough because they had assumed the vague 12 year olds with crushes in a battle shounen was going to end in le epic romance with a pay off and shit and ??? Why tf did they assume that? It’s the genre thing again though. I feel like a lot of the western audiences expect things to be For Everyone so of course the 28 year old Americans obsessed with the comic “deserved” a pay off lol. I’m sorry but I can’t think of a single Jump comic with particularly in depth romantic relationships. Did they need a Naruto epilogue? I have no idea. Reddit fandoms are the actual worst tho.

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[tracklessreason]

Check One-Two

A post tf one story in three parts:

Megatron really liked that trick he'd pulled with Starscream. Say nothing of the bloodlust, the rage fueled euphoria of crushing a bot's throat with your bare hands; it was a hell of a power move, and he'll never forget the looks from everyone in the room when he did it. Especially Orion. The realization in his eyes, the turn from concern to disgust and fear. It drives Megatron, fuels his nightmares. Orion didn't even know Starscream, but his reaction was so visceral. Imagine the potential, what kind of gut wrenching reaction Megatron could pull if he did that to someone the latest Prime held close. It would be more enthralling to get his hands around Optimus himself, but that was high risk, low reward. Megatron has to carefully consider his options the next time they see the autobots on the battle field. His options are slim, but he feels his gears whir when he catches a familiar glimpse of yellow.

B-127 has this little dance he does. He shuffles his feet, throws a quick one-two punch. It started as a way to express energy when he was excited or just antsy, shadowboxing was a habit down in sublevel 50 that he hasn't broken. The first time he does it in front of Optimus, they've just won a hard fought battle. The adrenaline is still kicking around in him, and he can't help it, he's bouncing on his feet, shuffle, shuffle, one-two punch. Optimus' eyes light up in a way he hasn't seen since D-16 became Megatron, and the Prime actually laughs. "What was that, Bee? Feeling alright?" B-127 smiles. "Blowing off steam, boss." He does it again: shuffle, one-two punch. Optimus laughs harder. It's so genuine and bubbly, it gets Bee laughing too, and suddenly the whole squadron is giggling, then cackling, until they're falling over each other trying to catch their breath, just a bunch of battle weary companions finding light in darker times. Bee still pulls the move whenever he thinks Optimus needs a good laugh. It never fails to work. As they approach the battlefield to face the decepticons once more, he does it again, for good luck's sake. Optimus still laughs.

Optimus had fought too hard to get into the record room. He was tired, and limping, trying not to breath too heavy because it brought the smell of oil to his processors. He still couldn't get over how sickening it felt to have his hands stained black with another bot's oil. The room is dark, a maze of shelves with unorganized chips overflowing from boxes. The first thing he notices is two twin beams of blood red light. He flips on his headlights, illuminating the form of Megatron leaning against a wall on the other side of the room, watching him, smiling. They don't just stand in rooms smiling together anymore. The last hundred times they've been this close, it's weapon to weapon, gritting gears and at least one of them going for the kill. Usually Megatron. It's what he wants, to put Optimus in as much misery as possible. If he's here, just waiting, it's because he's got something up his core he thinks will hurt more than a fusion blaster to the chest. Megatron turns his head, drawing Optimus' attention to his hand as he raises it, turning it this way and that to show off the oil dripping from his fingers. Optimus growls. "What did you do?" Megatron takes a wide stance, and Optimus raises his weapon, prepared for a charge. It doesn't come.

Still grinning, Megatron shuffles his feet, and throws a one-two punch.

[arceespinkgun]

I think reading TF Marvel while Jazz was my favorite character altered my brain chemistry, the trauma he endured was so extreme:

He blames himself for the team he was part of failing to save a village from being wiped out by nuclear weapons

Was tortured for a week straight by the Decepticon zealot Megadeath, then right when Jazz was about to go mad, his torturer stopped to make sure he'd still be fully aware of the pain

Jazz and the rest of the team then watched one of their friends be murdered in front of them

He and the others faked amnesia for millions of years because all of the above was too much to take

On Earth, Jazz accidentally gave Sparkplug a heart attack

He nearly got killed by Circuit Breaker twice

Got left for dead on the battlefield by Sunstreaker

Became brain-damaged and actually amnesiac due to a shot to the head by a Constructicon

Was captured and tortured by Galvatron who did let him go mad, gave him brain damage again, and mind-controlled him to fight the other Autobots

Soon after Jazz was killed by Starscream

Ratchet brought him back, then Jazz had to battle Demons

Jazz was present for Primus screaming, which altered Unicron to Cybertron's position

Jazz tried to hunt down the Matrix but he and his team were beaten by Thunderwing and failed

Optimus unknowingly sent him on a mission, to Jazz's dismay, that reunited the old traumatized team and sent them right back into the territory of the Decepticon who traumatized them so much back in the early days of the War

Some of the villagers had actually survived but been mutated into zombie slaves, and Jazz fell to his knees and just let them attack him and make him Megadeath's prisoner again

Jazz had to stop Wheeljack from strangling Silverbolt for calling them "losers" and confessed to everything that had happened and face his trauma

Jazz then nearly beat an unarmed Megadeath to death in a furious rage, then decided he had been inexorably changed by war

Jazz was one of the Autobots who fought against Unicron

In an alternate timeline, he had to fight Galvatron one-on-one, nearly throwing away his life, and was one of only three Autobots left alive

[henry-fox-biggest-stan]

Sure, grab Achilles —a character who’s doomed by the narrative, who causes his own end, who’s selfish and argumentative and only cares for himself and a few specific people close to himself (Patroklos, his parents, etc), who kills others like it doesn’t matter, who doesn’t seek revenge, revenge seeks him, who knew his fate since he was a kid and his life was always built around the walls of Troy, going round and round just like Hektor’s body around Patroklos’ tomb, round and round, again and again, knowing he would end up there, than it was his destiny, than it would be a no return journey, who caused the death of one of the most beloved people to him, who is one of the main characters of the iliad, and yet he’s very different to usual heroes (while he do is brave, he also refuses to fight, he’s not compassionate, he doesn’t care than people from his side of the battle, his friends, are dying because of him, he first refused to return Hektor’s body to his family, he’s hot-tempered and easy to angry, all the things than don’t scream ancient hero, and while he has all the embodiments of a hero, his flaws always end up taking over. He ends up being prideful, let’s his rage take over without rationalizing, and yet he’s neither good nor bad. Homer doesn’t say if he’s good or if he’s bad, he just is), feared by women, disliked by (some) of his companions, liked by Patroklos (how tf he dealt with him is truly a mystery), he literally went on a strike in the middle of a war, stubborn doesn’t even begin to describe him, and yet someone who loves fiercely and brutally, son of a goddess, swift-footed Achilles, with the golden sun shining down on his skin and the sand of the beach mixed between his light-colored hair, with his man-slaying hands, lion-hearted, causing his own destruction since before the start of the story— and make him into a one-dimensional politically correct likable character for your retelling. Go ahead, I won’t be mad I promise *my hands start shaking so much they eventually explode*

[thecraziness]

remember how i said i might make a "the gang plays mario kart" headcanons? this is it

i shouyld be studying for exams lol

each of them have their own *specific* character (except two bit)

darry prefers miis

soda and steve twin with yoshi or shy guy

johnny is luigi/mario

ponyboy is like link

dally is bowser

twobit doesnt have a special character

instead his goal is to choose the others fave

"TWO BIT IF YOU CHOOSE F*CKING BOWSER"

maniacal laughter

no auto accelerate

but darry uses autosteering

BIKES BIKES BIKES BIKES BIKES

darry sucks

swearing

"WHO TF REDSHELLED ME"

lots of powerups used

"NOT THE FCKING BANANA"

pony likes bananas a lot

steve= forgotten hero

gets in like 8th, gets a rocket and zooms ahead

"WHERE DID STEVE COME FROM"

darry, soda, and johnny lose a lot

dally= competitive

SWEARING OMG

two bit doesnt really care just wants to mess everyone else up

"HAHA GUYS I AM A FRICKING STAR BASK IN MY GLORY"

dally: spamming the button when he gets a golden mushroom

everyone hates redshells

pony and twobit likes redshelling ppl

"PONY YOU LIL SH*T ITS NOT ME ITS TWO BIT"

two also likes blueshells, but pony isnt as mean

rockets

soda likes battles but the rest dont really

*as a redshell chases them* "NONONONONONONONONO"

johnny chooses not to play when the whole gang is having game nights

bc he doesnt really know what hes doing

prefers to watch

really just lieks playing with pony

BUT WHEN HE DOES HES A BEAST

"HOW IS JOHNNY IN FIRST"

"JOHNNY"

figuring out what has the best speed/ acceleration

dally gets second a lot, gets pissed and quits teh game

dally= rage quitter

pony too but not as bad as dally

"SUCK ON THAT YOU ALL ARE LS I AM THE CHAMPION I AM THE GREATEST"

fights can and will break out

[devilart2199-aibi]

Gettin' Ultra Magnus! 🚛📝 (TF Rage Battle Gacha)

More of doodling a little thing for each character I obtain in the game :3

[katzske]

EARTHSPARK SPOILERS ABOVE AND BELOW!

For a kids show, I'm glad that they're able to touch upon serious topics like the effect war has on individuals and, in this case, species. I think TFA is the only notable TF show that wiggled its finger and made clear yo these are fucking aliens. But even there it felt one sided, as in, robots finding organics gross.

In TFE, you get so many perspectives on the Cybertron- human relationship and I love is so much. You have people who embrace it and accept each others differences. You have those who have internalized xenophobia but don't notice. People who don't care and just wanna be themselves and live in peace. And those who outright HATE the other species.

Visuals: the first half had its animation mainly focused on action. and while there is still action here, the conclusion of the season offers a lot of cinematic shots which tbh kinda took out of the immersion but are awesome screenshot material. it gets really dark as well, and there is a shot with Bee that stood out to me, where he's hanging from a ceiling, and his expression is full of fear. It was grand.

Audio: You still have the same synth wave music (which I like) but you also get some amazing sound designs for animal based alt modes, like Grimlock and Tarantulas. Nightshade unfortunately has this repetitive sound playing whenever they fly, (hawk screech) since they don't have a motor IG??

Characters: The viewer will be introduced to Hashtag, Jawbreaker and Nightshade. They have distinct abilities and personalities. (By now, I can already tell that my favorite Terrans are Nightshade, Jawbreaker and Twitch lol). They're interesting characters and their dedicated episodes were quite entertaining.

The most notable new characters who actually have their dedicated episodes and voice lines are Shockwave and Tara. Shockwave, as you can see from my memes, is a raging classist and racist. He's pure evil. But I really enjoy him because he's so smug. Imagine TFA Shock's smugness but in higher dosage. I fucking love it. HIS VOICE HAS SO MUCH RANGE. reminds me of an evil DJ subatomic supernova. His eye also reminds me of shin godzilla's... an unrelenting blank stare, unnaturally wide. Tarantulas on the other hand takes a much different spin than his BW counterpart. I think he joined the cons and stuck with them is because he wanted equality for all (during a short convo between Megs and Shock it's implied that it was their original goal). He's sick of the war and just wants to survive. He wants to be himself. He does these typical cinema spider noises like hisses, or gargles in his alt mode BUT OH BOY in his robot mode he's one fine fella. And his voice. chef kiss. i think it's British, but can't pinpoint what region.

Plot: Earthspark is gonna build upon the concept which TFP poorly introduced: A villan human faction. TFE is building upon and further fleshing out what they tried to do with M.E.C.H. The execution so far looks very promising.

They have taken their time to introduce G.H.O.S.T for a whole season, and put a bit of effort into showing that the organization is made out of individuals who have different motivations.

Their official motivation is understandable. The "good guys" wanna protect civilians from threats, like bots who break shit. But ofc there are some nasty people in the ranks who are lowkey masochists lol

Also, since Cybertronians are known to the public, it deepens the complexity of the conflict. Xenophobia against Cybertronians ranges from this cooperation to just regular people, who are mad that their planet was turned into a battle ground.

[adeadquail]

Blaster from TF Rage Battle(mobile game)

[redroasary]

🌹﹐ Narc Rage﹗

Narc Rage is feeling like someone isn't listening to me then getting even more angry because what the fuck do you mean your not listening me, my thoughts are important I will listen to you after I state what I have to say shut the fuck up.

Narc Rage is getting so insanely jealous when my ep dosent talk to me for 2 hours because they're talking to someone else. Like what could you possibly be talking to them about for so long? Talk to me. I'm better in every way. What the fuck is wrong with you.

Narc Rage is immediately hating that person and beginning to build up resentment.

Narc Rage is seeing someone do incredibly better in something I'm supposed to be super good in. Like wtf.

Narc Rage is someone constantly bringing up how I failed at something and having the urge to curse them tf out because why do you keep mentioning that. You still aren't better than me sit tf down.

Narc Rage might just be the hardest thing about npd for me. I've never experienced more rage than I have when I've perceived something that directly questioned my narcissistic 'delusion'. I genuinely do not think I could describe it in words. It's such an intense response and very different from just being very angry or pissed at someone/something. It's like trying to defend yourself from something threatening your very existence. And you're defending hard.

At least, that's the best way I could really describe it. I know my narc rage has actually hurt some people. Finding ways to deal with narc rage is hard for me too, especially because in the moment I don't really know that what I'm feeling is narc rage and I believe that I'm responding reasonably and properly when it's really anything but. And then, with me being self-aware, it's a constant battle between, "What you said then wasn't nice." "But I had a right to say that. Look at what they said." "But maybe I shouldn't have gone that far." "Well, maybe they'll actually feel how I feel. They deserved that. I did nothing wrong." and then deflecting the blame from myself.

Narc Rage sucks. I actually hate having to take accountability for things, but knowing that I have to to actually grow and help myself is what makes me do it. Dosent make it ANY easier though. Like what do you mean I'm wrong I'm amazing I can do no wrong,, 😪

[kevinexe06]

Properly Introducing my Transformers OCs!!

I have mentioned I have TF ocs but never showed them besides doodles and I'm here to change that lmao.

FIRST OFF!! Spartan Striker :D

Striker was a Autobot in the beginning of the war, however he was captured during battle by Megatron's commander and forced into the Decepticon ranks until he finally escaped. He was suppose to work for the Autobots, implied by the title "agent" given by Optimus however, he never lived up to it.

In the Transformers Earthspark, Prime, RID2015, Animated Universe

Road Rage

Roadrage, always looking for fun and surprisingly a life with no oppression. He has seen and been through enough to understand what's wrong and right.

He's been all over the place, having been a Gladiator to Decepticon then to Autobot (Wrecker) before going rogue where he remains.

He is a destructive force to be reckoned with but is surprisingly friendly. Just stay a few meters away while he's driving.

In the Transformers Earthspark, Prime, RID2015, Animated Universe No TFA ref yet </3 also this is my OC, not the canon one

Ting Tank

Ting Tank in the Transformers Earthspark universe was born like the rest of the Terrans. However in Animated, he was born by a AllSpark fragment. In other universe he may not exist at all (Prime and RID2015 (In RID, he is born but isn't actively apart of plot or show. Basically he exists off screen)).

Due his brain module not being fully developed yet, he isn't capable of speech or transformation. Though he can rest in his alt mode (which is a Mini P-15 Mustang.) He can't actively fly due his body requiring more energy because how fast it burns up. His mind is basically that of a toddler.

In the Transformers Earthspark, Animated Universe

DOODLES

bromance moment ?!?!

Ting Tank with Skywarp! The Seekers are sorta her caretakers (they only hang out w her and teach her their ways) Starscream included! He isn't that close though.

Regular doodles :D