#tfa blossom

[mariacardenas162002]

TFA-HH: El enojo de Alastor 💛💙❤️🔄❤️🖤🖤🤍🤬😱😱

Alastor revela su verdadero enojo contra los amigos de Oricole sus amigos se asustan al verlo incluso Blossom se aterra de su mirada los cuernos que salen de su cabeza y los tentáculos el dice que nos le hará nada pero les advierte que a la próxima será peor su enojo Oricole le ruega a Alastor para que no les haga daño y promete que nadie lo hará enojar y puede seguir con su banquete al oír eso el se calma y continua como si nada sus amigos quedan impresionados por sus forma de ser Oricole les dice que es la primera vez que lo ve así y no sabía nada de eso 💛💙❤️🔄❤️🖤🖤🤍🤬😱😱

Oricole Prime y Blossom pertenecen a TJ102TFA y Rennejoelle les dejo el crédito 💛💙❤️🔄❤️🖤🖤🤍

[swindleswindleandswindle]

What would be Swindles worst pick up line? (He has such zero rizz to me and Lockdown is obsessed with his rizzless ass bf)

yea my swindle is Demi and married to the money.

[glacias-transformers-blog]

I put him in a tree

[gelu-the-babosa-multiversal]

I saw your TFA Professor Sumdac + Doctor Wakeman art, what do you think of Professor Sumdac + Professor Utonium as a BROTP?... What do you think of Sari Sumdac hanging out with the Powerpuff Girls? 💚💙💖

oh Oh OH this is interesting!

Thought I would see a lot of competition between the girls looking for the #1 daughter hugs saklljsjslkdj

[pocochiiiiii]

TFA Prowl and Cherry Blossoms

My favorite Autobots character in Transformers Animated.

Characters with ninja or samurai motifs will want to combine them with cherry blossoms🌸

[yes-i-write-fanfiction]

In TFA, what if the Bots were friends with another bot on earth? What if they become closer to a human living in Detroit to the point they develop a crush on them?

They want to confess their feeling but realize that a relationship between a Cybertronian and a human could be frowned upon by both sides, but still care for them. So they ask the Team for there opinion of what they should do?

-Listen, Optimus ain't a romantic guy. He knows jack shit about romance and love. And this situation certainly is... unusual. But he also thinks that happiness and connections should be treasured so when the bot asks him for his opinion, he tells them to go for it. He is honest when he tells them that not everyone might understand and that it won't always be easy but he believes that their happiness shouldn't be ruined because of someone else's opinions.

-You think Ratchet hasn't seen something like this happen before? A cybertronian falling in love with an alien? Please, back during the war, it happened every week. Was it talked about or acknowledged? No. But it wasn't anyone else's deal so people just accepted it. So fucking go for it. Screw what people might have to say! Ratchet is strangely vocal about this. Did he have an alien lover once upon a time? He refuses to answer that particular question.

-Bumblebee is shocked. Not because he is disgusted or anything, he just genuinely never considered the possibility that a human and a cybertronian could fall in love and enter a relationship. But now that he's thinking about it, it's not that strange, is it? After all, bots and humans are pretty similar! So, eh, yeah buddy! Tell them your feelings! Just be cool about it. Want some advice from the romance master himself? Bee TOTALLY knows what he's talking about.

-Bulkhead just finds it delightful. He doesn't even think about the fact that the relationship might be unusual and weird to others or that some might even be disgusted by it. Because what's wrong with being in love? And humans are really nice! Well, most of them. Bulkhead is just overwhelmingly positive about it at and so excited about it. You have to confess! They will surely accept!

-For a moment, Prowl is quiet, silently contemplating the question. His advice is simply for the bot to follow their spark. He personally has no problems with the fact that the bot is in love with a human, in fact, he thinks that such a relationship can help both gain a new perspective on life. But he is well aware of the hubris of people, especially the organic-haters on Cybertron, so he knows the relationship would have its challenges. In the end, he hopes that they do confess their feelings and that something blossoms from it.

[olderthannetfic]

https://olderthannetfic.tumblr.com/post/749847926364307456/confession-time-i-shipped-reylo-when-the-force#notes

Maybe it's bc I never got into Star Wars bc I'm not a big fan of sci-fi, but I'm fairly certain that Reylo was the cishettiest cis het ship to ever set sail in the cis sea, riding the het waves of the cishetero straights.

Like, that ship seems to be a staple with cishet hetero-cis young adult YA authors. I've probably seen more rewritten cishet Reylo fanfics with the serial number filled off to become #original works than any other fanfic cishet ship in a long time. Last one was Twilight Edward Bella I think.

Like that ship seems to be the staple of the cishetero foundation of todays cishetero YA market for better or for much worse. It's like the bodice ripper Fabio trashy romance, but for women under 35-50 year old. That ship was probably the most cishet coded ship I've seen in some time with any notoriety, with how it basically falls into every classic and rigid cishet romance trope, and seems to blossom in that garden of straightness. I mean, I don't think all the writers are cishet, but with that ship you you can try to take it out of its cishet story and try and make it queer, but you can't take the actual cishetness out of the it. The rainbow don't shine on them, to say it nicely, no matter how much it rains.

--

Yeah, it's a quintessential Wattpad ship of a certain type.

A lot of the pull-to-publish ventures I've seen in recent years are run by Reylos girlbossing their way to a writing career. (Like, not just individuals pulling to publish but people trying to start their own presses or apps or whatever.)

I saw TFA in the theater because friends wanted to go. I like fake death and Finn and Poe were hella hot, so I was marginally interested, but I really don't care that much about Star Wars. I only ended up in the fandom because 1. Finn and Poe are hot, as I said and 2. I got pissed about some bullying.

Anyway, we got to the scene where Kylo is leaning over Rey in all his uninspiring... uh... glory. And my friend hears this tween girl in the row ahead of us let out an "Ohhhh."

In the words of my friend: "Someone just became a woman today!"

That little girl and her audible italics are what I associate with Reylo to this day.

[techhiz]

Can do Resquest Tfa Blurr With Femme Cybertronian Reader, both are married and Reader is expecting a Sparkling and is like a housewife, but everything changes when some elite guards come to tell Reader that Blurr died, but later in the comic it is confirmed, they manage to bring Blurr back to life which brings back Reader who gave birth to her Sparkling and Blurr retires.

Retrieving the Spark.

The city of Iacon, once a gleaming beacon of hope on Cybertron, had become a quiet, peaceful place for you and your husband, Blurr. As one of the fastest Autobots to ever live, Blurr had earned his place in the frontlines, but now, in this moment of tranquility, he had chosen a different path. You and Blurr, newly married, had settled into a modest home far from the chaos of war. With the shadows of battle behind him, Blurr had taken to spending his days with you, tending to your small, peaceful life together. You were expecting your first sparkling, and the thought of a new life blossoming between the two of you had filled both of your sparks with joy.

You were content—more than you’d ever been. Blurr would often come home from his brief missions, his excited voice filling the home as he talked about the future. “I can’t wait to meet our little one,” he’d say, his speed-filled voice softening in the comfort of your presence. He’d often rest a hand on your growing belly, whispering words of encouragement to you both, as if you were already the family he always wanted.

However, all that would change on a seemingly ordinary day.

You were standing in the kitchen, preparing an energon mix for yourself when the door to your home suddenly chimed. You hadn’t expected anyone; Blurr had left early that morning, saying he had a small mission to run with the Autobots’ elite guard. You were used to his long hours, but it had never bothered you—it meant you had more time to prepare for your little sparkling’s arrival.

When you opened the door, the sight of several Autobots standing in the doorway froze you. They were in full armor, their faces grim. The lead soldier stepped forward, his voice soft but firm. “Are you Y/n, wife of Blurr?”

You nodded, feeling a chill run through you. “I am.”

His optics darkened, and the words he spoke were a blow to your entire being. “I’m afraid there’s been an accident. Blurr… Blurr is dead.”

Your world seemed to shatter in that moment. The words echoed in your mind, but nothing seemed to make sense. You staggered back, barely able to process what had just been said. The Autobots at the door watched in silence as your optics watered, your hand instinctively placed on your stomach, as if you could somehow shield the spark inside of you from the grief that was threatening to consume you.

“No,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “No, that can’t be true.”

“I’m so sorry,” the lead soldier said gently. “We tried… but there was no way to save him.”

You barely registered them leaving, the door closing behind you with a soft click. You stood there in stunned silence, alone with the weight of their words. For a moment, you couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. The life you had so eagerly built was crumbling around you.

Days turned into weeks. Your once-joyous home now felt cold and empty, the sound of Blurr’s voice echoing only in memories. You hadn’t left the house, hadn’t been able to bring yourself to even look at your sparkling’s room. How could you bring a new life into this world when the person who had been so excited to be a part of it was gone?

But despite the darkness in your heart, life carried on. You could feel the baby stirring inside you, kicking as if to remind you that there was still something to look forward to. It was this small spark of life that kept you going, no matter how much it hurt.

And then, one evening, the impossible happened.

You had been lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, when you heard a knock on the door. You ignored it at first, too exhausted from the weight of your grief to care. But the knocking persisted. A soft voice called your name through the door.

“Y/n? Please, open up. It’s me.”

Your breath caught in your throat. You recognized that voice—Blurr’s voice. But it couldn’t be him. He was dead. It was impossible. Yet there it was again. His voice, steady and warm, calling you by name.

You rushed to the door and flung it open, only to be met with the sight of Blurr standing there, very much alive, looking as he had the day he left for his mission. His optics met yours, and the flood of emotions in your chest threatened to overwhelm you. You could barely speak as you stared at him, disbelief coursing through your spark.

“Blurr,” you whispered, your voice shaking. “How? How are you…?”

Blurr gave a small, almost sheepish grin, but there was something in his optics that spoke of deep relief. “I’m here, Y/n,” he said softly, taking a step closer. “It’s a long story, but… I’m here now. And I’m not going anywhere.”

The tears you had been holding back finally spilled over. You ran to him, throwing your arms around him and pressing your face into his chest, as if to make sure he was real. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close as he whispered words of reassurance.

“I’m so sorry,” he murmured. “They told me… they told me you thought I was gone. But I couldn’t leave you like that. Not when we’re about to start our family.”

The months that followed were filled with a whirlwind of emotions. Blurr’s return didn’t just heal your heart—it brought new hope for the future. You both prepared for the birth of your sparkling, and with each passing day, Blurr’s excitement only grew.

It was the day you gave birth that everything changed. You had gone into labor, and Blurr had been by your side every step of the way, holding your hand, whispering encouragement. The birth was difficult, but with Blurr by your side, you managed to bring your sparkling into the world—an energetic little bot with a sparkling new spark.

Blurr cradled the tiny form in his hands, his optics filled with pride as he looked down at the life the two of you had created. “Our sparkling,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

You smiled, exhausted but filled with love. “Our family.”

In the days that followed, Blurr made the decision to retire from active duty. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing you again, especially now with your new sparkling to care for. It was a peaceful retirement—one filled with quiet days spent in the company of your sparkling, your bond stronger than ever.

“You’ve done enough for the war,” you told him one evening as the three of you sat together in the warm glow of the sunset. “Now it’s time to live for us.”

Blurr smiled, his spark content. “I’m just happy I get to be here with both of you.”

And with that, the three of you embraced your new life—together, as a family.

[charlottesbookclub]

time after time – chapter eleven (armitage hux x reader)

time after time masterlist

Summary: Hux realizes he needs to put together a plan for his long-awaited date with you

Warnings/Tags: gn!reader; set pre-TFA; brief descriptions of food and eating; mention of alcohol; as always, let me know if I've missed anything!

Words: 3098

Author’s Note: okay I've got something kind of fun and sweet for us after some of the heavier topics in the last chapter! ☺️ Hux continues to struggle with being able to send messages, and I actually did some last-minute editing and added in a little bit more of my headcanons on the topic of messaging/emojis since I had been talking about that and I thought it might help add some context, especially since I'm now prepping to write a little bonus chapter about Hux's personal staff attempting to help him learn how to send messages 👀🤭 also, chapter twelve is the date!! 💕💕 happy reading! 🥰

When Hux awoke he felt almost… rested. He was groggy, his eyes still heavy with sleep. Rubbing a hand over his face, he went to check the time on his datapad, his hand knocking something off the table as he fumbled with the device. Looking at the time, he realized that for once he had slept for his allotted rest period. He leaned over the side of the bed, fishing for whatever he had pushed onto the floor. His fingers found a little tented triangle of paper that had clearly been resting on his datapad before he had carelessly upended it. Sitting up, he investigated the small object. It didn’t take him long to discover that it was a note from you.

Hi Armitage!

I hope you’re feeling better! I had to leave for my bridge shift, but I stayed for as long as I could. I left some things for you in the kitchen. There’s something for you to eat when you wake up, plus some soup you can reheat later in the cycle if you want. There are also a few bags of the tea from last cycle and a little container of honey, if you want to try that trick again!

And there’s also a little friend to keep you company when I’m not around! :)

Message if you need me – I’ll just be slogging through my shift 

See you for our date soon! <3

Armitage read the message once, then twice, then three times, and then once more for good measure. Each time, the warmth blossoming in his chest grew and spread until it filled his whole body. He threw off his covers and padded to the kitchen where he found the container you had been carrying when you visited. Carefully lifting the cover, he found that it contained a number of segmented areas, each holding one of the items you had described: some kind of cake-like bar probably intended for him to eat upon waking, a sealed container of soup, a stack of tea bags, and a small glass jar of honey. In the last section was a flash of color. Hux reached in curiously and drew out a little wooden carving of a loth cat, no doubt one of the figures that populated your quarters. It was painted a yellow-orange and had tiny brown paws. Imaginative purple flowers bloomed from green vines that swirled across the entire surface of the figurine. It was so light, so delicate in his hand. He felt a slight spasm in his chest and a faint pricking at the corners of his eyes.

He stepped out of the kitchen, the tiny cat cradled protectively in his hand, intending to give it pride of place on the shelf above his desk. As he emerged into the space that served as his personal office, something looked different. He scanned the area, trying to figure out what was out of place. Then it hit him: everything was clean. His notes and devices were neatly stacked on his desk, the caf cups were long gone, and even the sticky little rings of liquid that they left behind had been polished away. The events of the previous cycle came back to him like the blast from an ion canon. He had to grip the edge of his desk to keep from collapsing again.

Everywhere in his scattered memories was the image of you: standing at his door with a smile, cleaning up his scattered things, letting him cry, holding him, telling him you cared about him. With a stuttered gasp his legs crumpled beneath him, leaving him folded up on the floor again. Your soft voice flooded into his mind: I care about you, Armitage. Is that such an unbelievable idea? You had stayed. You had seen him – you had seen everything – and you had stayed. He uncurled his fingers, revealing the little loth cat resting on his palm. Perhaps he could allow himself to start believing it.

When he pulled himself to his feet again, he retrieved the bars from the box in the kitchen and then sank into his desk chair, settling the loth cat above him on the shelf. He spread out his diagrams from the previous cycle, reviewing the areas where he still needed to complete his calculations. As he worked through the figures, he found that his mind was much clearer, and he progressed through his work far more quickly than he had anticipated. Every time the flash of color from the figurine caught his eye, he heard your voice in his head telling him to eat, and he would take a bite of one of the bars. 

He wrapped up his work on the Starkiller plans and turned his attention to everything that had lapsed into neglect in the meantime. The number of notifications on his datapad was nearly overwhelming, but most were unimportant, and he was able to file everything into its proper location so that he could better prioritize his time. Hux felt his sense of accomplishment and productivity returning as he continued to complete tasks from his extensive list. He missed you though. 

He wished you could just be there with him, sitting quietly together as you both worked. But maybe you wouldn’t like that. You’d probably find it tedious and boring. But maybe not. He tapped his stylus against his desk. Should he message you? No, you were probably on the bridge anyway, and he didn’t want to bother you while you were working. He checked the time. Your shift had ended a few minutes ago. He stood up and made one pass around the room, wrestling with himself. It was far too presumptuous to ask you to come. You had chosen to visit him last night – it was different if he asked. But then, you had actually wanted to see him. And you had stayed, despite everything, so maybe you would want to come? Or maybe last cycle was too much for you. The note and the things you had left were just parting gifts, easing the blow of your goodbye. You had seen Hux for the wreck of a man he was, after all. He couldn’t blame you for jumping ship to save yourself, even if the thought did send a roiling sickness through his stomach.

When he sat down at his desk again, there was a new notification on his datapad. It was from you. 

How’s your work going?

Maybe you weren’t going to abandon him after all.

Well, thank you.

‘Well, thank you?’ What was he, a protocol droid tuned to the most formal setting? He rested his forehead on his steepled fingers and blew out a long breath. What would he say if you were there in person? He tried to imagine you asking the question. The image generated a potential response that he didn’t entirely despise.

You were right. About resting, that is. I feel much better this cycle.

Awkward, yes. But at least it was honest and not totally stilted? Kriff, he needed to get better at this.

Oh that’s so good to hear! ❤️

Another little digital heart blinked into existence after your words. He looked at the tiny shape for a long moment, recalling the contours of the one you had hurriedly drawn at the end of your written note. Hux’s personal staff used lots of strange shapes and images to communicate ideas in their messages – mostly amongst themselves, but occasionally with him. They weren’t part of the standard datapad keyboard – you needed to know the proper codes to generate them. Learning the codes and producing the shapes was well within the range of his technical abilities, but he hardly saw the point when he could just use words instead. The images were mostly a frivolous additive to the real purpose of the communication. Anyway, he often failed to parse the true meanings of the small digital shapes, since they weren’t always used as expected or intended. What did the little hearts mean to you? Were they a reason to hope? Another message interrupted these reflections.

I won’t keep bothering you though – good luck with your work!

In what galaxy would you ever have been a bother to him? His fingers hesitated over the keypad, not sure how to convey that thought in text form. This could be his chance to ask if you would like to come over. Something like ‘you’re never a bother – would you like to come over and—’ And what? And ‘work?’ He couldn’t say that – it was hardly a tempting offer. And ‘sit?’ That was somehow even worse. And what? He had nothing to offer you, nothing to propose, and the last time you had come over, he had a complete breakdown. He was certain that was not an experience you were anxious to repeat. He resisted the urge to slam his forehead into his desk. Another ping.

Okay also one last thing: I’m really looking forward to our date!

Any excitement might have felt at the idea that you were eager to see him again was suddenly completely overshadowed by a wave of panic that froze him where he sat. The date. The date. He didn’t have anything planned. Not an idea, not a concept, nothing. How could this have happened? He planned everything – weeks, months, whole kriffing years in advance – and now one of his most anticipated events loomed in just a matter of cycles, and he was sitting at his desk like a complete and utter kriffing idiot without even the vaguest idea of what he was going to do. 

What could he possibly do for you that would convey the magnitude of his gratitude, of his… affection for you? But he didn’t want to overwhelm you – how would he know if he had gone too far? He had no examples, no precedents. Any courtship that occurred between First Order personnel was conducted either entirely in private or else so subtly that no one else was aware that there was a romantic element to a given interaction. Yes, he had a passing familiarity with the tropes of popular romance holofilms, but those were unrealistic and always featured fancy planetside restaurants that were currently out of the question. Maybe someday, he mused wistfully, but not now. And he needed a plan for now.

He could ask his personal staff. Relationships were usually entirely private matters, but rumors got around. He knew Lieutenant Hondrill had been seeing another lieutenant for a few months, but that wasn’t the sort of thing that Hux – or anyone – would ask questions about. He tried to picture himself framing that conversation. Even at these hypothetical visualizations, he shook his head. Unprofessional. Humiliating. Blast it! He was a general of the First Order – he had to start acting like it. Speaking of… he looked down at his rumpled clothing, unchanged since at least the cycle before. Despite the… disaster of the previous night, this was no way for him to be presenting himself. 

He selected a fresh uniform from his closet and pulled it on, smoothing each line and perfecting every sharp crease. Maybe it was useless to wear his boots in his private quarters, but he pulled them on anyway, liking the way they helped enforce his posture. Moving to the refresher, he smoothed a new layer of gel into his hair, drawing a crisp part through his red locks. He regarded himself in the mirror. It wasn’t often that he felt enthusiastic about his appearance, but the difference between his presentation the previous cycle and the image that gazed back at him from the mirror was so stark that he allowed himself to feel at least a little pleased. This was someone that you could be proud to spend time with, to care about.

He made an about-face back into his office, each dull thud of his boots increasing his sense of authority. He sat down in his desk chair with his back straight and his shoulders squared. He would figure this out. He would make a plan. 

Logging into his larger array of data screens, he made a new list. Anything planetside was off-limits at this stage unless it was on official business. He had no time to acquire the proper authorizations for such a trip, and he wouldn’t even know where to take you. The idea of a restaurant wasn’t bad in concept – it did seem standard to share a meal as the main event of a date. Of course, the First Order didn’t have any restaurants apart from the officer’s dining hall, and Hux grimaced to remember his interactions with you there, even if it seemed they had never really happened for you. Except for the time he nearly fainted. His frown deepened. Anyway, the dining hall was very public, and you seemed to dislike the experience of eating there as much as he did – not at all suitable. 

What if he hosted dinner in his quarters? You had done that for him, even if informally, so it was likely not entirely outside the realm of comfort or interest for you. The major drawback of this plan was that his ability to prepare food was nonexistent. His mind presented a scenario in which he offered you an unwrapped nutrition bar on a plate. Utterly humiliating. Although… he could simply order a meal from the dining hall and eat it with you in his quarters. Yes, that wasn’t a bad idea. He typed a few notes into his plan.

He stood to critically assess his dining facilities. As a higher-ranking officer, he had a slightly more well-equipped eating space – a standard, restaurant-height table and two matching chairs. He had never once used this area for its intended purpose. He paced around the table, fingers pressed to his lips, considering. Nothing fancy, certainly, but it was serviceable. He wished he could offer you more – far more – than ‘serviceable,’ but in his current circumstances, his ability to make improvements was limited. 

With food and location sorted, he worried over the issue of beverages. He had been to enough diplomatic meetings in planetside restaurants to know that it was customary for them to serve alcohol of some form. However, alcohol was a tightly controlled substance on First Order ships. His status as general entitled him to a receive a pre-approved ration of it, but he would have no idea what to pick. Wine? What kind? Cocktails were out of the question – he could barely tell one red wine from another; there was no chance that he could construct a complex drink. He slipped into one of the dining chairs, drumming his fingers on the table. Anyway, he didn’t know what you liked, or if you drank alcohol at all. 

He did know you drank tea. But you found tarine too bitter. His lips drew into a small smile at that. Lieutenant Sladden was something of a tea connoisseur, constantly regaling Hux’s other staff with exhaustive descriptions of whatever brew he had constructed that day, pointing out flavors that Hux had never heard of, let alone be able to identify. If he asked Sladden for a recommendation, he doubted the lieutenant would ever question why he was inquiring, lost in the excitement of the fact that someone was actually listening to him rhapsodize about tea. He returned to his desk, adding more notes to his plan.

It seemed that all that was left to do was decide what to do after dinner. He had little faith in his abilities to captivate or entertain you without a planned activity. What had he seen in holofilms? Very little, truthfully. The holofilms available to First Order personnel were limited, and Hux did not have much personal interest in perusing the restricted offerings that did exist. He supposed there was the concept of the romantic after-dinner walk, but the corridors of a Star Destroyer did not exactly scream ‘romance.’ The ex-Imperials never tired of relating the minute details of the supposedly unimaginable spectacle of the operas and ballets they used to attend after lengthy dinners on Coruscant, even as Hux had immediately tired of hearing about them. But something of that nature was far beyond what he could hope to offer, even if it might be of interest to you, although he wasn’t certain whether it would be or not. 

He pressed the heels of his hands against his forehead. What else? What else had he seen in holofilms? Wait. Holofilms. He looked up suddenly. He could suggest watching a holofilm. True, they held little interest for him, but a vision was beginning to coalesce in his mind. He stood again, pacing to the sitting area that held his couch. He could see you pressed up against him, perhaps wrapped in a blanket, bathed in the soft light of the projected images. Maybe you would rest your head against his shoulder. Maybe he could wrap an arm around you, pull you closer. He could imagine the warmth of your skin, the weight of your body against him. He perched on the edge of the couch, beginning to feel a little lightheaded. That could work. 

As his slight feeling of faintness passed, he returned once more to his desk, typing in the final details of his plan. He sat back then, feeling more than a little pleased with himself. It was far less than you deserved – that was all too apparent to him – but he hoped it would be enjoyable nonetheless. Now all he had to do was collect the last few required items and wait a couple cycles. He could manage that.

Just as he was turning back to his mundane tasks, a notification lit up on his screen. A flash of disappointment shot through him upon realizing it wasn’t from you. He opened it, ready to file it away to it proper location, until he read through the contents. It was a request for a diplomatic visit to a senator with whom the First Order had been having… difficulties. It seemed that said senator was ready to at least entertain a meeting with Hux on certain policy points. The visit would take place on the senator’s home planet, just a few cycles after his date with you. He typed out a formal acceptance, a joyful bubble rising in his chest. Not only was he being handed an opportunity to expand the First Order’s political reach, but it was also looking like he wouldn’t have to wait so agonizingly long to spend more time with you.

[fallinashes]

Either TFP Optimus or TFA Megatron getting jealous ❤️

I TRIED DOING TFA MEGATRON AWELL BUT FOR SOME REASON IT JUST DIDNT SEEM GOOD ENOUGH SO I DIDNT ADD HIM BUT ONCE I GET IT RIGHT ILL POST IT ❤️

TFP OPTIMUS PRIME X FEM! READER

The Autobot base buzzed with activity as you engaged in a friendly conversation with Smokescreen, a fellow autobot and loyal friend. Optimus observed from a distance, his optics narrowing as he noticed the subtle way Smokescreen's laughter drew out your radiant smile.

Feeling a pang in his spark, Optimus couldn't help but be troubled. His thoughts spun with doubts and fears, wondering if he truly deserved your loyalty and attention. Moments like these revealed the vulnerability lurking beneath his stoic facade.

As Smokescreen leaned closer, his playful banter gaining momentum, Optimus felt a surge of possessiveness. Unable to bear the sight any longer, he strode purposefully towards you, his presence commanding attention.

"Excuse me," Optimus interjected, his deep voice cutting through the conversation. Smokescreen turned, slightly taken aback by the sudden interruption. Optimus held himself with an air of authority as he continued, his voice tinged with an unfamiliar edge of determination, "I require your assistance, [Reader], in a matter of utmost importance."

Your attention swiftly shifted from Smokescreen to Optimus, your eyes widening in surprise. Sensing the intensity of the moment, Smokescreen respectfully excused himself, allowing you and Optimus to converse privately.

Once alone, Optimus struggled to find the right words. His gaze averted, his voice carried a hint of vulnerability as he spoke, "I must admit, [Reader], witnessing the camaraderie between you and Smokescreen has brought forth unexpected emotions within me. Jealousy, I believe it is called."

You met his optics with empathy, understanding the turmoil he faced. Placing a gentle hand on his metallic forearm, you reassured him, "Optimus, our bond is forged on trust and understanding. While friendships may blossom, my loyalty and devotion to you as my leader and partner remain steadfast."

Optimus Prime's optics flickered, a mixture of relief and adoration illuminating his faceplate. He inched closer, his voice laden with sincerity, "Your words are a balm to my troubled spark, [Reader]. I am grateful for your unwavering support and the strength of our connection."

As you and Optimus stood there, the tension between you dissipated, replaced by an unbreakable bond fortified by the tumultuous currents of jealousy. In that moment, you both understood that the path you walked together was marked by challenges and tests, but your devotion to one another would always prevail.

With newfound reassurance, Optimus Prime straightened, his presence exuding confidence once more. Together, you resumed your duties, standing side by side, ready to face any threat that may arise. The jealousy that once clouded Optimus's spark had transformed into a renewed commitment to protect and cherish the special bond you shared.

And so, as the Autobot base hummed with activity, the legendary leader and his devoted human ally continued their mission, united in purpose and strengthened by the unyielding love that bound them.

LMK IF I MADE ANY MISTAKES

[guardianofnightmares]

You did not break me. I'm still fighting for peace

Text on a picture as well as a title of a work are taken from a song “Elastic Heart” by Sia. Although strangely enough, while I like an original version, I think a rock cover of it by Written by Wolves suits this pairing just as well)).

For a better resolution of a picture (since Tumblr tends to lower quality of big files) follow this link to DA.

Figuratively speaking, I always tend to jump in a last car of a departing train and this time is no different (I started working on this picture when there literally were two weeks left till a deadline). So, I really hope that I was on time to post this entry for @pastelpaperplaness DTIYS challenge, heh. If not, this work can be considered as a gift.

I am a huge fan of TFA and fan works based on this show in general. It’s always so inspiring to look at so many original ideas and concepts people create around such awesome (and well aged) projects. Hence why I tend to follow artists and their AUs in order to see their interpretations of beloved characters. And Pastel’s Thorns and Thrones AU is no exception. I mean, cmon guys, a fantasy AU about TFs - what else to add here))?

Such challenges as this DTIYS are fun to participate in since it’s a nice opportunity to try new techniques, especially when people are given freedom in such matters.

Umm,.. I kinda got carried away as you can see, heh.

In the end I tried to combine characters’ designs with a realistic approach to drawing metal, skin, clothes and etc. + added just a couple personal details such as an embroidery on attires. But I hope that Pastel won’t mind that since she’s given people an opportunity to “stylize to their heart's content and be as creative as they want”.

Coming back to an idea behind Thornes and Thrones AU and how I tried to show it in this drawing:

It’s always very delightful to see Megatronus and Sir Orion being flirty, hugging, kissing, simply spending nice time with each other. But what personally I value behind this relationship is a sheer impossibility of such love, the tragedy of these two men falling for each other under such unfair circumstances. Both characters are dedicated to their causes and none of them can easily break rules of a cold world they live in.

In the end of a journey, all that’s going to be left is a suffering caused by unspoken truths. This consuming feeling of a betrayal is akin to shrubs growing around and through a soul, stabbing it with thorns and permanently scarring it…

But if both can just try to “fight this war” with themselves and their desires “without weapons”, to finally raise a white flag,..

… one will see how such pure love is capable of blossoming as a marvelous flower, freeing characters from pain in their connected hearts.

If only this love’s given one chance of becoming true.

P.S. All in all, Pastel, thank you very much for an opportunity to participate in this challenge of yours. Happy 10.000 followers, you deserve it!

[mariacardenas162002]

TFA-HH: Oricole eres tu?????????💛💙❤️🔄❤️🖤🤬😅😱

Sus amigos no pueden creer que oricole haya cambiado de cuerpo con un humano Pero no saben que es un asesino y caníbal sigue enojado por lo que pasó pero el trata de calmarlo le cuenta a sus amigos lo que pasó y ellos no pueden creerlo

Starlabee: Oricole no puedo creerlo 😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱

Stronghead: Que vamos a hacer tenemos que ayudarlos a ambos 😱😱😱😱😱😱😱

Medrake:Jamás en mi vida he visto algo así😱😱😱😱😱😱😱

Maifly: Será mejor ayudarlos antes de que sus padres y hermanos se enteren de esto 😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱

Blossom:Pobre oricole y el otro chico que está en su cuerpo 😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱

Tarai: Ohhhhh cariño estás bien te prometo que te ayudare te lo prometo 😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱

Oricole Prime: Ohhh gracias mi vida Pero estoy bien no te preocupes 😅😅😅😅😅

Alastor: No digo nada de esto 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

Optimus y Elita ven a los amigos de Oricole aunque los ve algo nerviosos no entienden que pasa de pronto ven a su hijo enojado y un chico nervioso sus padres le preguntan el motivo por la cual está enojado Oricole responde que es un amigo sus padres quedan impactados por lo que ven le exigen a sus amigos que fue lo que pasó pero Alastor no contiene su enojo y dice lo que me faltaba necesito un trago 💛💙❤️🔄❤️🖤🤬😅

Los personajes pertenecen a TJ102TFA y Rennejoelle les dejo el crédito los padres de Oricole no están muy contentos que digamos 🤬🤬😱😱😱😱😱😱😱🤬😅

[cosmica-galaxy]

Heyyyy Cosmica, this is Chester Possum :D been a while hasn't it? Sorry for being so inactive, i was kind of burn out. I unintentionally deleted my old account- i was just trying to delete the other side blog that i have but I didn't read nor think about the warning Tumblr gave me, so i ended up deleting everything lol. But hey, new year new me, i got whipped into the transformers fandom (specifically TFA). I still like madcom tho, just more focused on tfa (If there's spelling mistake then ignore it-).

Happy new year to you moot :)

POSSUM!!! YOU'RE ALIIIIIVE!!! I'm glad you're feeling better and I can't blame you. I've been in Madcom for a about a year and I made so much content for it...so I got a little burned out myself. I'm now invested in Skibidi Toilet as of right now. Also, glad to see you blossoming into a new fandom! New fandom, new year! : D I hope to see more from you, my precious trash-dwelling moot! :DD

[brandwhorestarscream]

Prompt, tfa, starscream, twins, bittersweet reunion

Bittersweet indeed! These bitties have spent their entire lives catching flak for the sole crime of being half flight frame. Jetstorm shamefully hides his red optics behind his visor and never takes it off, not for anyone. They were told from day one that they were the result of a brutal decepticon attack--their evil sire assaulted their carrier, who unfortunately died bringing them into the world. They must repay the debt of their existence by endlessly serving the autobots as their only flyers.

So they're initially very, very frosty toward Starscream when the elite guard manages to bring him into custody, but 🤭 close proximity to him does something to their sparks. There's a weird prodding, a buzzing warmth that they can't ignore, and try as they might they're inexplicably drawn to him. While en route back to Cybertron to have Starscream executed, the twins are assigned watch duty.

The pull on their sparks is coming from this other mech, and they demand answers! What has he done to them?! What is this trickery? How is he doing it?

Long story short the extra-close contact errodes away the block and the fragile carrier-creation bond blossoms to life once more. It's weak, so so weak, but it's there. They can feel each other, and he's somehow familiar to them--a warm presence they knew so briefly on the day they were born. They're shocked, devestated, maybe in denial, "Is not being possible! Our carrier is being dead, dying many vorns ago, he was!"

It's inarguable though, the connection they have isn't something that can be faked or fabricated. This is real. The carrier they had lost, that had died because of them and their wicked, evil decepticon father... is right in front of them. And- And he's a decepticon, not an autobot? They... lied? The autobots have been lying to them, all this time? How did they end up in their custody? Who is their actual sire? Why- What- How-

Poor bitties are so confused, shaken, distraught. Their entire worldview has shattered and is being rewritten. They've been living an elaborate lie their entire lives, and happily serving the very people that kidnapped them away from their mother in the first place. They're terrified and feel helpless, because what can they do?

They can start by breaking Starscream out, and making a run for it, together 😌

[iheartleopards]

tfa as heartcatch precure

Optimus prime as cure blossom

Bulkhead as cure marine

Bumblebee as cure sunshine

Prowl as cure Moonlight

[pumpkinpie59]

someday i’m gonna make a comic making fun of my Big 3 Ships (leolotus, tfa oplita, and pietasu)

(ramble incoming)

like honestly

they have a lot in common

leonardo and lotus blossom is a hero and a morally grey ninja for hire. mutual feelings and they don’t seem to be emotionally constipated about it lol. they’re only in 87, but that’s okay bc they outshine every other tmnt pairing lmao. i still want them to return. leo’s an extrovert and lotus is an introvert

optimus prime and blackarachnia/elita-1 is a hero and a …… borderline villain. mutual feelings but it’s ridiculously complicated with really weird denial issues. in g1 and the netflix trilogy (which is bad), optimus and elita are basically married. and in anything else there’s nothing clearly romantic between them. they’re both introverts (in tfa at least).

pie and retasu is a redeemed villain and a hero (tho not a leader like leo or optimus). pie likes retasu and she eventually becomes curious about him (at least in the og anime. in the manga they hardly interact and the closest we get is them being coworkers in the last sequel. in the reboot they keep in touch and seem to be pretty fond of each other). both introverts.

i suppose hero x villain couples are kind of my thing tho i do like that in leolotus’ case there isn’t much conflict in that department. they’re pretty fluffy most of the time. only when lotus was manipulated into believing leonardo disgraced her clan was she ever antagonistic towards him, but he managed to calm her down and clear the misunderstanding. but they spend the rest of the episode on a date mission together.

pie and retasu only fought by necessity and probably would’ve been friends otherwise. in the og anime, pie kinda … avoided fighting her after he fell for her, preferring to fight her teammates instead while she tried to talk to him. also he died to protect her.

…. optimus and blackarachnia are … stupid. they both have feelings for each other but they’re stupid about it. blackarachnia seems to still care about him but will deny it. she claims to hate him but never goes through with hurting him (badly). she doesn’t want him dead and has fulfilled her promises to him. she blames him for her mutation but i think deep down she blames herself more. meanwhile optimus mostly respects her privacy and leaves her alone but tries to reach out to her when she needs his help.

where was i going with this idk