#the bots won't win

[sheyri]

Reporting bots in the asexual tag is quickly turning into my favourite hobby

It's actually kinda nice of those bots to deliver a wide variety of content. Tiddies, nutrition supplements, travel, some arabic texts. I even had a crypto post just now!

And if you're not a bot, but wrongly use the tag on a post that has nothing to do with asexuality at all, you just get caught in the crossfire. Sorry not sorry.

[transformers-synergize]

Wait, so if modifications like being a seeker don't come naturally, how does getting those modifications increase lifespan? Are there bots that have an affinity for those mods that just happen to have longer lifespans on average? Something about energy usage? Curious.

Oh, it doesn't increase lifespan it decreases lifespan often by more than half.

cybertronians have two main factors that determine their lifespan frame functionality and their spark energy. Cybertronian frames are tough and last longer than any human technology ever could, but that doesn't mean they don't need repairs and Maintenance, especially with how harsh Cybertron's environment is. This is why the average lifespan is so different from the max. With the war and slowly dying planet, their not enough medics or resources for repairs to go around, and many more ways to get grievously injured or die.

As for sparks, sparks have a finite amount of energy. Most sparks will last around 100 thousand years, maybe a little more, maybe a little less. Anything above 125 thousand is some kind of outlier or a non-standard cybertronian. Once a spark has burned out, its essence will return to the Allspark, where it has a chance to re-emerge again into a new frame with no memories of any of their past lives. Returning to the Allspark is kinda like a recharge for sparks.

Lifespan does have a link to energy usage since a spark energy is finite. Bots that have powerful abilities that use spark energy or use weapons add-ons that pull from spark energy often have slightly shorter lifespans because of this. Seekers' lifespans are often shorter because it takes extra energy from the spark for them to function, shortening their overall lifespan along with the modification, making them more prone to frame failure. They are remade for war, not a life after war. Theirs a reason why autobots don't usually fly, well at least not in robot mode.

[pokimoko]

I have had it with these motherfucking spam bots on this motherfucking site.

[rawliverandgoronspice]

No but this post is an actual trainwreck. I am begging you to look up the "freegazafromhamas" at the *second* reblog telling you that anyone disagreeing with voting Biden in the slightest is a russian bot, and also there's no fucking way sharing your opinion about elections without pressuring anyone or lying about it counts as "elections interference", and if it does it's genuinely horrifying.

You can vote for Biden, and even campaign for Biden if you want, without dehumanizing people who refuse to do so because, among other things, a genocide is taking place. Why is any of this pseudo red scare behavior a priority over making sure that whichever strategy you promote ends up empowering, centering and freeing the most marginalized members of your communities, *especially* if you want to maybe have ANY chance of winning some of these people over --instead of calling them literal robots because that's an easier reality to handle emotionally than having to disagree with people you claim you want to protect on how to best protect them, while making sure they never trust you ever again in the process (and I cannot blame them)

Just a thought for the night, but remember in 2016 there were all these accounts that seemed really really telling you all the ways Hillary Clinton was some kind of demon woman, just the worst, and really Trump wouldn't be worse and maybe he'd even be better?

and then it turned out they got banned for being literally Russian agents and never came back because spoiler they were?

does it feel like that all over again? just a thought.

[strayddog]

not to be that guy but "unalive" reminds me of how they change speech in 1984 by george orwell like i.e. instead of "lie" and "truth" they have "truth" and "untruth"

[quixotical-lymbo]

Hi ! Just discovered you through your D-16 x reader fic and your writing is MWAH MWAH yummy 😋 ahhhh thank youuu, I've been craving for tf one fics, I want to request a short fic with D-16, Orion Pax and Gn! Reader who's a racer from that various reader prompts you posted awhile ago? Anything else is up to you! Go wild

Thank youuuu 🫶💐

Pairing: D-16, Orion Pax x gn!racer!Reader Rating: SFW Summary: Showcasing your appreciation for your fans leads to an unlikely encounter.  Warnings/Tags: Pre-canon, cybertronian!reader with a cog, size difference, awkward flirting??, forehelm kisses, and fluff.  A/N: Aww ty for the love! Hope you enjoy :) Word Count: 800+ words 

"What are we doing back here?" Came a rushed whisper from one bot. 

"What does it look like, genius? We're here to meet, ___."

"What?! You said you wanted to show me something, not break into a racer's personal quarters!"

"Psh, I bet they meet all sorts of fans back here all the time, besides, I'm sure they won't mind the bot they blew a kiss at to come and meet them backstage." 

"...you mean me?" 

"You?" 

"They blew the kiss at me."

"My friend, you need to get your optics checked, I'm pretty sure that kiss was meant for-" 

Orion didn't get to finish his sentence when the door to your quarters opened and your shiny figure stepped out and into the hallway. You glanced down at your newly filed digits before glancing up to spot two small, cogless bots standing in front of you. 

"...." 

"..."

"Why, hello there…where did you two come from?" Your voice was as warm as the sweetest energon and caused the tense mechs to ease up. You crouched before the two and placed your servos on your knee pads. One mech was blue and red, a lot more colorful in appearance and personality compared to his standoffish, silver colored mech companion. They were obviously miners from what you could tell from their chipped paint and dusty frames. 

The blue and red mech cleared his throat and prepared to speak until he was nudged back by his friend.

"We were lost! Yeah, we didn't mean to come…all the way here," The silver mech gave his friend a side-optic glare. 

"Could you help us find our way out?" The red mech briefly met his companion's shocked expression with a teasing smirk before switching his bright gaze onto you. "The name's Orion Pax, this mech over here is-"

 

"-D-16, nice to meet you…I'm…your biggest fan! I've been to almost all of your races and-" D-16 stammered out his introduction and seemed to be digging a further hole for himself as he rambled on. His friend watched with a familiar fondness before he snapped his gaze to the racer when their bell-like laugh rang out. 

"Aren't you two the cutest fans I've met," You cooed before pushing yourself up to stand. "I'll show you the way out, follow me." 

Orion pumped a servo when you turned away and winked at D-16 as he went to walk by your side. D-16 only rolled his optics and quickly went to catch up. 

“So, ____, how do you win like all the time?” Orion started the conversation. 

“Practice makes perfect,” You replied with a smile. 

“And what do you do when you lose?” Came the interesting inquiry from the silver mech. Realizing how his question might imply something bad, “I mean, how do you deal with the pressure of needing to be the best? I couldn't imagine having all those optics on me at all times.” 

You giggled and mulled over his question for a few nanokliks. “Well, I suppose I don't beat myself up about losing a race, after all the races would be boring if my rivals weren't on my level.” 

“Right! Makes sense. I, uh, thank you." D-16 felt his face plate warm as your bright optics made contact with his. 

"You're welcome, thank you two for seeing me,” You stopped when the exit came into view. “I haven't had this much fun in a while, I hope to see you too at the finish line again.” 

“We'll be there, ” Orion nodded as he nudged D-16 toward the exit. 

D-16 bit his bottom derma before turning back around and walking over to you. 

“Can…can I get a signature?” 

You blinked before your dermas curved in happiness at the timid request made by the mech. You see, instead of signing merch the regular way, you usually left your ‘mark’ on any special fan who caught your attention. It was a very rare occurrence which is why those bots claimed they'd never wash the mark off. 

 You crouched down and tilted the mech's helm back by curling a digit under his chin. D-16's breath was caught in his intake as your dermas pressed against his helm. He stood there frozen even when Orion came to his side and asked for a mark as well.

You obliged and kissed his helm as well. 

Orion leaned into it as you pulled away, you stifled a laugh as you booped his nose to snap the red and blue mech out of his daze. 

“Well…I'll see you two at the next race,” You mused before turning to leave. 

Orion and D-16 were standing there, pedes frozen to the ground as they processed the previous events. 

“Guess that blown kiss was meant for both of us.” 

D-16 only rolled his optics before smacking Orion's arm.

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[eowyntheavenger]

No, left-of-center US tumblr user who refuses to vote blue in the presidential election and spreads posts about how "voting doesn't work" or how you'll only vote third party... I don't think you're a Russian bot. I think you're a useful idiot.

For those unfamiliar with the term, a useful idiot is a person who can be manipulated or exploited to advance someone else's cause or political agenda. And if you're part of the left and you're refusing to vote blue in the presidential election, then you're being manipulated to serve Trump's, Putin's and Netanyahu's agendas.

Let me explain. First, I hate to break it to you, but the US has a two party system, and as much as I despise it, I know it's not going away before the 2024 election. Either the Democrats win or the Republicans win. That's just how it works. Vote for whoever you want in the primaries, but when it's time to vote in the presidential election, vote blue—if you don't, it's a win for the Republicans, who want to turn the country into a christofascist dictatorship full of concentration camps.

Secondly, you need to understand that anyone telling you not to vote blue is trying to suppress your vote. Trump supporters obviously want Trump to win, but their strategy isn't to convince the left to vote for him. They know that won't work. What they are trying to do is to discourage you from voting for Democrats. They can do this by making you feel too hopeless to vote. They can also do this by making you decide that Biden has done too many unforgivable things for you to vote for him. And Biden has done many unforgivable things, like help arm Israel—but you need to realize that Trump winning a second term would be a hundred times worse for Palestine.

Third, you should think about the fact that there are right-wing foreign leaders—notably Putin and Netanyahu—who want Trump to win. This is where the bots and the propaganda come in. You may not be a bot, but there are bots churning out propaganda to try to influence you, whether they're controlled by Trump donors or by foreign actors.

Don't be a useful idiot.

[raspberryslxt]

Carl Grimes x Negan’s daughter!reader

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The world had become a desolate wasteland, overrun by the undead and ruled by fear. Amidst the chaos, Carl Grimes found himself face to face with an unexpected ally – y/n, the daughter of the notorious Negan.

Carl cautiously approached the abandoned warehouse, his senses on high alert. He had heard rumors of survivors in the area, but he never expected to encounter Negan's daughter.

Y/n emerged from the shadows, her presence commanding attention as she leveled a gaze at Carl. "What do you want?" she demanded, her voice tinged with suspicion.

Carl raised his hands in a gesture of peace, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of danger. "I'm just looking for supplies," he replied, keeping his tone neutral. "I mean no harm."

Y/n studied Carl for a moment, her expression unreadable. "Fine," she finally said, stepping aside to let him pass. "But watch your back. This world is unforgiving."

As they ventured deeper into the warehouse, Carl and y/n exchanged cautious glances, their guard never faltering. Despite the tension between them, Carl couldn't help but admire y/n resilience in the face of adversity.

"Your father... Negan," Carl began tentatively, breaking the uneasy silence. "What's he like?"

Y/n’s jaw tightened at the mention of her father, a shadow passing over her features. "He's... complicated," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "But he's not all bad."

„He killed my friends,” the bot said. Y/n looked at him with a „really dude” look.

Carl nodded, understanding the complexities of family loyalty all too well. "I get it," he said softly. "We all have people we care about, even if they've done things we don't agree with."

As they scoured the warehouse for supplies, Carl and y/n found themselves opening up to each other in ways they never expected. They shared stories of their pasts, their hopes and fears laid bare in the harsh light of reality.

Hours turned into days, and Carl and y/n formed an unlikely bond as they navigated the dangers of the wasteland together. They fought off hordes of walkers, braved the elements, and relied on each other for survival in a world where trust was a rare commodity.

But their newfound partnership was put to the test when a group of hostile survivors threatened their sanctuary. Carl and y/n stood side by side, their weapons drawn as they prepared to defend their makeshift home.

"We can't let them win," y/n said, her voice steely with determination.

Carl nodded, his gaze unwavering as he met y/n’s eyes. "We won't," he vowed, a sense of urgency coursing through his veins.

As the enemy closed in, Carl and Y/n fought with a fierce intensity, their movements synchronized as they battled against overwhelming odds. In the heat of the moment, Carl found himself relying on y/n’s strength and agility, trusting her with his life in ways he never thought possible.

When the dust finally settled, Carl and y/n stood victorious, their chests heaving with exertion as they surveyed the aftermath of the battle. Despite the chaos and destruction surrounding them, they knew that as long as they had each other, they could face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Y/n turned to Carl, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Thanks," she said softly, her eyes betraying a vulnerability she rarely showed.

Carl returned her smile, a sense of warmth flooding his chest. "Anytime," he replied, his voice tinged with sincerity.

As they stood together in the fading light of the setting sun, Carl and y/n knew that they had found redemption in each other's company – two souls bound by the shadows of their pasts, yet united in their quest for a brighter future. And in a world consumed by darkness, that was enough to give them hope.

[eepwtf]

(っ EEPWTF’S BOT DUMP ₊ DEFTONES INSPIRED ´ཀ`)っ

📼 NAVIGATION . 📼

TVD . SPN . MISC .

𓇳 DIAMOND EYES ALBUM—TRACK #1

TVD.

DAMON SALVATORE.

✦︎ ┃ diamond eyes.

❝ time will see us realign, diamonds reign across the sky. shower me into the same realm. ❞

⟡ ┃ rocket skates.

❝ you're red soaking wet, i'm right next to you. you're red soaking wet. ❞

ELIJAH MIKAELSON.

✦︎ ┃ you’ve seen the butcher.

❝ you slowly enter, 'cause you know my room. and then you crawl your knees off, and then you shake my tomb. ❞

⟡ ┃ se(x)tape.

❝ take me for one last ride, i'm out of my head. ❞

KAI PARKER.

✦︎ ┃ this place is death.

❝ no one else has a hold over me, like you do. you open up the covers, you lure me in. ❞

⟡ ┃ risk.

❝ i know what to say to take you, higher, higher. No one else can take you higher, but i will try. ❞

KLAUS MIKAELSON.

✦︎ ┃ beauty school.

❝ i watch you taste it, i see your face and i know i’m alive. you're shooting stars, from the barrel of your eyes. it drives me crazy, just drives me wild. ❞

⟡ ┃ prince.

❝ it’s a game that we like, we crave. yet nobody wins any way you decide, you try. ❞

𓇳 WHITE PONY ALBUM—TRACK #2

SPN.

CASTIEL.

✦︎ ┃ rx queen. (demon!user)

❝ 'cause you're my girl, and that's alright if you sting me, i won't mind. ❞

⟡ ┃ pink maggit. (fallen angel!user)

❝ i'll take your oxygen away, i'll set you on fire. 'cause i'm on fire. ❞

✦︎ ┃ teenager.

❝ new cavity moved into my heart today. ❞

DEAN WINCHESTER.

✦︎ ┃ digital bath. (fallen angel!user)

❝ you move like i want to, to see like your eyes do. ❞

⟡ ┃ change. (vamp!dean)

❝ i watched a change in you, its like you never had wings. now, you feel so alive. ❞

SAM WINCHESTER.

✦︎ ┃ elite. (vamp!user)

❝ you like attention, it proves to you you're alive. ❞

BONUS TRACKS .ᐟ ⠀ ♪ ݂۫

MISC.

BILLY LOOMIS.

✦︎ ┃ what happened to you? (fem!user)

❝ the sky is falling down, this night belongs to you. ❞

CATE DUNLAP.

✦︎ ┃ lucky you. (fem!user)

❝ and if you're feeling lucky, come and take me home, and if you feel loved. ❞

⟡ ┃ passenger.

❝ here i lay, just like always, don’t let me go. ❞

DEBRA MORGAN.

✦︎ ┃ smile.

❝ smile, you’re born again. do you feel love? ❞

⟡ ┃ swerve city.

❝ distant howling out, it keeps you floating around. ❞

JOE GOLDBERG.

✦︎ ┃ can’t even breathe.

❝ i can't breathe and arrive with my style, so watch you watch me. ❞

NATALIE SCATORCCIO.

✦ ┃ be quiet and drive (far away)

❝ it feels good to know you're mine, now drive me far away, away, away. far away i don't care where. ❞

RAFE CAMERON.

✦︎ ┃ lovers.

❝ the more you wait, the more you burn. before we break...through. ❞

⟡ ┃ when girls telephone boys.

❝ you always sharpen your teeth 'cause you're like that, and you're like that every time you pull heart back. ❞

SOLDIER BOY.

✦︎ ┃ cherry waves.

❝ the waves suck you in and you drown, if like, you should sink down beneath. i'll swim down, would you? ❞

⟡ ┃ rapture. (supe!user)

❝ i know where you are now, you twist everything else around. ❞

eepwtf’s note; this is a little a lil cringe but free will & whatnot. also damon and deftones fit so perfectly, he would definitely listen to deftones & kai… i feel like he would also. (he likes men moaning singing beautiful in his ear) i wasn’t going to make this as my bot dump but uhh… yeah my brain doesn’t cooperate with what i want to do so!

[anti-workshop]

Hey US friends! Ok, so obviously the voting discourse on here is vile. We don't know who's a psyop, who's a bot etc. Also people are legitimately pissed at the failures of the system to actually represent us in any meaningful way, and livid about the myriad ongoing genocides being committed with our money, in our name.

So, I'm not going to tell you what to do in November.

Before November, after November, NOW, for the love of God, please fucking organize at your jobs. That is probably the only place you can actually exercise real, direct power.

Voting is one very very small way to exercise indirect power. It's saying, "ok I am giving power to you, other person/people, now please do what you said you would that enticed me to give you this power in the first place."

Direct power is saying "Fuck you, no. We're doing this." and then doing that.

Organizing is hard and it takes time and you have to learn how to do it well, or it doesn't work. But when it works it works really fucking well. And when we organize a lot of us, we can win everything.

Y'all know I'm in the IWW. Right now the union is struggling with some administrative bs, same old story it's always been a messy organization. Doesn't matter. Branches and Unions in the IWW are autonomous to organize how they want to. It's a structure you can use if you want, to organize well. That's the route I'm taking because I trust and respect the people in my local, and I desperately want to help build worker power in my city and I'll do anything to help that.

You don't have to join an org, but please take a training on organizing and start organizing. The IWW has an intensive, 16 hour training that is free called the OT101. We feed you 4 meals and teach you how to organize to win. The training is even fun!

If there are unions in your area, or a labor council, reach out to them too, they regularly have organizing trainings! Theirs are more geared to getting contract negotiations, which in my opinion isn't the main goal, but training is always good and helpful.

But please please please, you have to organize your jobs. That's where we have them by the balls. They need us to run this shit, everything runs because we make it run.

Yes, they can fire you if you organize or get uppity. Yeah, right now that's illegal but probably won't be for long. Guess what, they have to hire someone to replace you! If that worker is also organizing, the bosses are fucked and we win!

The other thing is everyone can organize! My ass is disabled, decrepit, a major depressive and I can do it! You can too! You're not alone! That's the whole point! We can't do shit alone, we need each other and when we have each others' backs we can get shit done.

We all can see with our own eyes that shit is bad, it's been bad forever and it's going to get worse before it gets better and the only way it gets better is us making it better.

If you're in Milwaukee, or Wisconsin, or fuck generally the Midwest feel free to reach out to me and I will personally get you set up in an OT101 here. Get yourself here and we'll put you up somewhere, feed you, train you, get your connected to people in your area who are also organizing and build through from there.

Solidarity is where we have power, so let's use it.

[tech-luver]

Part 1 here

Ranking (some more of) the LL crew based on who would let you take a nap on them and how comfy that nap would be (Part 2):

Perceptor: 7/10 Good shoulders to sleep on and works in (and prefers) quiet environments like his lab and the main navigation area of the ship. Prepare for loud interruptions if Brainstorm feels like continuing his one-sided competition with the bot. Although, if Perceptor doesn't feel like entertaining him, he may use you as an excuse to shoo him away. Tolerates your presence and checks on you every now and then but nothing more. Would ramble to you about maths and science if you ask, which is great white noise for falling asleep, unless you're actually interested.

Chromedome: 6/10 Hm, ok, a little skinny but you could try his big ass shoulders? It would leave you pretty exposed… maybe we just go with the cradled like a baby option here. Allows it but you better not be giving Rewind any ideas, his arms are going to get so tired otherwise. Will speak in a hushed way but won't stop other people from speaking regularly, only if they get too loud. May tap or stroke along your spine absentmindedly. He found that keeping his servos active helps when he feels that pull to perform mneumosurgery, that repetitive motion is now just something he does whenever.

Rewind: 7/10 Actually not too bad, you have a chance with his shoulders unlike the other minibots but he would probably prefer holding you so there isn't a possibility of you sliding off. Moves around the ship a lot but prefers quieter spaces. Would ask if he can record you sleeping for "the preservation of historic cultural exchange between cybertronians and humans!" It is a genuine reason of his, but he doesn't mention the fact it's also cuz he thinks you're very cute dozing on him. It's a funny/sweet thought that there may be a recording of you sleeping on a minibot that exists thousands if not millions of years after you are gone.

Nautica: 4/10 I know she's sleek but I think it's doable to rest on her shoulders, might want to keep away from those propeller wings of hers but they don't seem to move much. Not excited about it, she cares about your well-being but it would feel like she's just babysitting you which isn't fun. Also, she wants to be up and at 'em with her science gang! But if the gang is chilling then, hey, she'll allow it, why not? Once they're off again she'll gently hand you over to another willing bot with a quick, whispered "Sorry!"

Velocity: 9/10 Again, sleek but doable, especially cuz she approaches your health with such a lovely intensity. If she can help the only human on-board feel a little more welcome whilst also benefitting their health, that's a double win in her book. Tell her if you need any sleep aids, she'd love to learn about how humans sleep and how to specifically aid you! Probably feels the most guilty out of all the medics about their lack of understanding on organic medicine so you asking to nap kinda helps her with that. Will try to be quiet but she is a doctor and won't ignore other patients.

Ravage: 0/10 lol no, he has disappeared before you can even ask. First of all, there's nowhere to sleep, laying on his back isn't an option cuz he won't sacrifice his movement for some human and you can't be held by him (no, not even in his jaw, getting dragged around like a sack of potatoes is not relaxing). Second of all, there's some prejudice against organics he needs to work on and even after all that, he isn't a cuddly kitty. So go on, keep pestering him, if you're persistent enough you might earn some cool new scars!

First Aid: 7/10 He'll let it happen, not too fussed. Definitely watches you as you sleep but it's for research, he swears! Very interested in how the human sleep cycle is different and/or similar to cybertronian recharge so don't be surprised if you wake up and the glow of his giant visor is the first thing you see. He is another medic, which means another fairly loud environment of bots being put back together. First Aid is quiet by himself but any noise caused by patients or fellow doctors he's going to assume you're fine with, why would you sleep on a medic if you weren't?

Riptide: 5/10 I spent a little too long staring at this guys shoulder plating and its still a maybe on if you could stay in one place. His back fin things would be great to sit against! However, if you can only nap laying down then there would be some difficulty. He would let you up without an issue, just helping a little guy have a little recharge, but he would 100% forget you are up there. Prepare to go flying. Or maybe just tie yourself to one of his plates. Other people would have to point out that you're on his shoulder when he gets that feeling of "Wait, I'm meant to be doing something for the human…"

Skids: 8/10 Chill about it, happy to be a napping perch even if he is quite an active bot. Really curious on how humans recharge but also mindful of the fact you just want some rest so you might catch him staring and hurriedly looking away a few times. If you nap on him enough, he knows exactly when you fall asleep and when you wake up, it would be kind of freaky if he wasn't so accommodating and quick to put a blanket over you or hand you some water. Tried to crawl in the vents with you napping once, went well for a while until you almost slipped off and cracked your head open, he never tells you this happened.

Ambulon: 4/10 He really hems and haws over this when you ask, he's uncomfortable with the idea but he knows Autobots are meant to love organics or whatever, especially humans. Eventually allows it but he picks you up with the tips of his fingers (trying to ignore the weird sensation) and angles his head as far away from you as is socially acceptable. Keeps an eye on you but its less out of concern for your well-being and more so he can see if you start picking at his paint or chewing his neck cables. He treats you like a feral creature but eventually loosens up when you don't do anything but…lay there sleeping.

Ok, I see why I picked the bots I did for the first part cuz after them, people start to have very complicated shoulders. (Also, I only finished reading mtmte like two months ago but I feel I'm already writing these guys out of character wth)

[tracklessreason]

Seeker Types and Trines

[I got bored and wrote some lore on seeker breeding habits and trine formation]

Classic Seeker- Deposit 3 large eggs (each the size of a midterm sparkling) into the carrier. Conditions must be ideal for them to survive. If one dies, they all die. It's either 3, or none.

Classic/Blood Trine- Three related seekers born of the same brood. The bond of the eggs during gestation lasts a lifetime, with trine members typically being quite sensitive to the physical and emotional state of one another.

Aberrational Seeker: Deposit 5-9 small eggs into the carrier. The eggs vye for resources, and often only one or two are born. This still beats out the all or nothing odds of Classic seekers.

Aberrational/Bond Trine: Three usually unrelated seekers who chose to form a trine, usually out of trust in one another. It's considered a high honor to be in this type of Trine, as it represents powerful bonds forged without the help of a classic trine's sensitivities.

Mourning Trine: A bond trine made of the remaining members of broken trines. Became very common during the war, as Seekers would lean on one another for support after the death of their original trine members. Most Mourning Trines are formed on a pact of vengeance for the fallen.

Aberrational seekers evolved from Classical seekers during the war, when the poor conditions affected the already low birth rates of their kind, and made them nearly extinct. Though very taxing on the frame, an Aberrational seeker can still lay the traditional three seeker eggs. The three egg style allows for larger, healthier fetuses, but they require more nutrients and won't survive without them. The eggs are bonded together in the forge chamber, distributing nutrients evenly, but also meaning that if one egg dies, the other two will also quickly succumb. The multi egg method produces smaller, more hardy eggs that don't show as easy, allowing pregnancy to be hidden for most of the term. The eggs do not bond, and instead sap resources from one another, with the largest egg often winning out. 9 eggs at most can be deposited, but on average only two hatch. The highest number to have been hatched at once with this method is five. In times of hardship, Aboriginal is preferred for its better odds, but Classic produces healthier, stronger seekers in the long run, and is thus the preferred method when resources can be diverted. Aboriginal also takes months off the pregnancy, shaving it down from Classic's 13 months, to a mere 9 months from fertilization to birth. It takes 3 cybertronian weeks to develop aboriginal eggs for deposit, while it can take a month for classic method eggs to be ready for fertilization. Because of the size of classic eggs, partners can be locked for several hours as the eggs are pushed through the ovipositor into the forge chamber. Aboriginal takes roughly 30 minutes to an hour. While painful, bearing classic eggs can be very rewarding for those who like a baby bump, as the three large offspring make it immediately visible when a bot has been sparked by a classic seeker.

[midnight-mourning]

DCA Promptober Day 16: Naughty

After day 15's, y'all can have a little treat, a little snack if you will, and by little treat I mean Moon and by little snack I mean you're kissing his flat face, read the content warning and have fun~

Content warning: Heavily suggestive themes, kissing and such, little bit of wire play, you know the drill, make smart choices and all that

Word count: 741

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Bonk.

You clench your fist slightly, but remain facing forward in your chair, eyes trained to the security camera feed.

Bonk. Jingle. 

Your eye twitches, but you relent, you won't let him win. Even though he's won pretty much every other time, you won't let him have this one. 

Jingle, click. Jingle, click, click, click. 

He's going to have to give up eventually, right? He knows you're at work! That you have a job. Sure, it's a pretty easy one and really, requires very little of your own attention span that you could allot time for, other activities, and honestly it's been a few days and you've been lacking any form of affection so really-

Bonk. Jingle. Bonk. Jingle. Bonk. 

You lightly pound your fist against the desk and turn around, tight-lipped. 

"Moon," You say, eyeing him as he stares down at you, hanging upside down from that wire of his. 

His eyes are crinkled with glee, "Hello, Star."

"May I help you?"

He swings back and then forward, "I think you already know the answer to that."

His faceplate almost meets your lips, but you stick your hand up just in time, "Ah ta ta ta ta, not so fast," You gently push him back, "I don't have time for this right now and you know it!"

"You're staring at a camera feed that has had the exact same level of activity for 45 minutes."

"And it could change at any time!" You throw your hands up, "I have to stay vigilant, on guard. Doing my job, so in case anything does happen, I'm well prepared for it."

Moon's face plate spins, and you cross your arms with a huff. 

When a few moments pass and he doesn't speak up, you spin around again, seeing the issue as settled for the time being. 

"It sounds to me that you just don't want to kiss me."

That, awakens something in you. Something angry. Annoyed. Maybe a little aroused, you will admit. 

You flip around again, "Oh that does it."

Moon snickers as you take hold of his face plate, tilting it down toward you. 

"You think being a nuisance, a pain, naughty, gets you what you want, huh?"

"Seems that way," He chuckles. 

You trace a finger along the side of his faceplate, "You're about to find out."

You kiss him, hard. Right across that stupid smile of his. Then another, and another. Sharp, quick kisses that shift from his mouth to his cheek, then down again. You reach a hand up, snaking it around the end of his hat and using it to tug him more down to you. 

Craning your neck, you tuck your head under the bot's chin and just behind his faceplate, allowing you access to the wires there. You open your mouth and trail your tongue along the metal of his neck. You feel a shiver erupt through his entire frame.

You didn't know he could do that.

But you're not done yet.

While in that same position, you find a wire and gently bite down. Moon freezes and you also pause. Then, his fans get a notch louder than they already were. You take it as a sign to continue. 

In the meantime, his hands keep themselves occupied by sneaking under the neckline of your shirt, tracing patterns into your collarbones. Your hands keep occupied by playing with the ruffle around his neck or tapping against his shoulders. 

When you're satisfied with your efforts, you pull away, staring at the dazed bot for a moment. Then, you plant a final kiss on his smile. 

You swipe your thumb over your lips, "Well, did you get everything you wanted?"

He has the audacity to giggle. 

"I... suppose," His faceplate spins. You think if steam could come off of him, it would be. 

You lick your lips, nodding. Your face is on fire, "Good. Glad that's settled then."

"Now then, if you'll excuse me," You turn around in your chair, scootching in, "I need to get back to work."

You jump when you hear a loud thump against the wall. Turning, you see Moon's fist has slammed into the light switch. You see his other hand is gripping his wrist, in a, really quite poor, effort to stop the action. With that, he goes limp on the wire, letting out another fit of giggles and a sigh. 

You turn around again, infuriated, as the lights come on. 

Bonk.

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Another treat from the drafts for you all

Find the masterlist here, thanks for reading!

[delectableworm]

Drabble? Idk something short bout Prowl x Cybertronian gn! reader before dozing off. I wrote this half-asleep🎀

Anyway yay, a tf fic. Any prowlhnhh

"What is that you're doing?"

You looked up and saw Prowl hovering over you with crossed arms over his chassis, his usual scowl plastered on his faceplate. Currently, somebot thought it'd be a good idea to mess around in the office and ended up tripping over a small statue figure, breaking it in the process. The fact it was a gift from you to Prowl for your Conjunx anniversary makes it even more frustrating.

Yes, you're angry, but you can get angry later. You need to fix the statue first. "Fixing this."

"It broke?"

"It fell. I'm sorry," You apologize, watching a piece you had glued fell off again. "I'll try to fix it."

You heard him sigh then a servo came onto yours, "There's no need for that. Gather the pieces and leave it on my desk. After that, you're going straight home." He told you and picked up a piece that was next to his pede. "I'll be home after."

"But-"

"Leave it on my desk then go home." He wasn't letting you win and left no room to argue. You let out a few unsatisfied huffs, a thing you'd do when you're upset and also a thing Prowl likes about you. He thought your huffing and puffing reminded him of an electro-toad protecting its territory.

Once all the pieces have been collected, you were about to make your way to his office before he stops you. ”Name?"

You blinked. "What?"

He rolled his optics, "Who broke it? I need names."

"Prowl, you don't have to-"

"Name." He's not going to let you win and you know you're not going to win as usual so you defeatedly mutter the name. He nodded and leaned forward, pressing a chaste kiss on your forehelm. "Get back safe. I won't be long."

You nodded and left to drop the pieces on his desk like he told you to. Now, to find the bot that broke his gift. He'd make sure they glue it right and even if a small piece was missing, he'd just have to use the bot as spare parts then. (Jokingly. Unless...)

[tagidearte]

"Pongo, the Imp Clown. Some say he used to be a Star, others say that's just his delusional ramblings." -Original Character for a (so far) unnamed Original Story.

I'm still in the early stages of designing him and his "friend" Pinga. However, I decided to share these initial drafts regardless! This way someone other than me can join in on the character design journey! Let's see how much he changes until the final design! Thoughts below.

Concept Log #1 - Pongo

Aka I want to ramble and my friends don't care robot clowns. Really big rambly rant below.

Also no, this is not a d/ca oc. Trust me, making a robot clown/jester is like walking into a laser trap when you've been obsessing over those two for the past three years. The only d/ca inspiration here was making Pongo warm coloured and Pinga cool coloured. If anything, this was more inspired by the Funtimes.

For now, I hate all the outfits. They don't fit his vibe, his personality, his whole persona. He's an imp clown, but he has... Delusions of grandeur. I need to make him more princely, perhaps? I'll attempt that next time. I already have the chibi base, so it'll be relatively quick.

I also want to make his casing... Different. Either paler with pink shadows, or a darker, more solid pink. He's meant to have only warm colours, contrasting with Pinga (you'll see him some other time) who only has cold ones, so no blues or greens... But I must say. Darker pink will probably win. When I painted his face white it looked too much like a Slay Button En/nard. In fact, I added all that eye and lip makeup to make him look less like En/nard.

The coil torso is the most important part. On a final drawing I'll make it have more loops, which should give the impression the thing is stronger and capable of more powerful bounces (which can hurt you if he decides to launch) - but for these concepts I merely half assed it. The star shaped hat with the back cone coming out is my favourite part!

Hope you enjoy his star shaped nipple coverings as much as I did coming up with them! Originally (not pictured here) he was going to have a big star on his chest, to mimic what I see in a lot of jack in a box's boxes. But the nipple coverings were so raunchy and funny, yet still appropriate for younger audiences (in world), that I left them in. Him being a reformed villain (in the media he's built after, inside the world) allows for messing around with the makeup and eccentricity, but we can't go to far - he needs to look PG while being predominantly adult/teen entertainment as an amusement park bot.

For context... Ever since I got into FN4F I've wanted to do something similar - with a location and mascots -, but instead of an USA animal band, I wanted it to be based on a cartoon set in a magical forest (like Noddy from my childhood - with a city of living toys and two imps that lived in the eViL wOoDs-, but funny for all ages rather than so 5 year old centric). Overtime, the thought of sentient robots forced to work - objects that were given a soul, trapped in a synthetic shell that is their body, dependent on humanity and property to it despite technically being alive, easy to manipulate via some changes in code - wormed itself in.

But I never really had the proper setting or characters for it. That, and I have another original story that has plagued my dreams ever since I was 12/13.

Until now.

I won't go into setting details yet. Let me just say Pinga and Pongo are a ping pong pun, because they both bob up and down with coils - Pongo on his torso, which makes him kind of like a jack in a box; and Pinga on his legs, which allows him to jump really high. They are based on cartoon characters that exist in world, from a movies series that ended up with a cartoon too, sort of like disney stuff but... Not disney. The entire mythos of that company's content takes place in one single world/franchise, it just explores different parts of it with each new series/movie/game.

Pongo is an egomaniac, programmed the be flirty to adults, who struggles on the line between property and self. He used to give a lot of trouble to the park, because his AI allowed him to learn new tricks rather quickly... and most weren't really all that safe or appropriate. So, time and time again, he got sent back to fix it. Having his "brain" messed with has made him deeply afraid of not behaving like a machine, which clashes with how self pleasing he is - you just don't realize it at first, because he's programmed to be a flirty little demon with an attitude. It's just that his real attitude is much more... intense.

Let's see if posting this online makes me not put the project aside too quickly lmao.

[quixotical-lymbo]

ohhhh myyy gaaaaaahhhh!!! Please! I need a part 2 of the racer me x D-16 and Orion! It was so sweet and so cool! 😭 If not a part 2, a similar scenario, but I want to give the mechs the attention 😔🫶🏻

I just discovered your writing btw! So awesome!.

Pairing: D-16 & Orion Pax x gn!racer!Reader Rating: SFW Summary: Racing in the Iacon 5000 becomes exciting when a familiar pair of miners join the race.  Warnings/Tags: Banter, more awkward flirting, anddd more kissing.  A/n: heyyy, what is up my guys? kidding, sorry for being absent I was spending the holidays with family and junk. anyway, I hope you guys are having a good holiday, stay hydrated and all that stuff! Word Count: 650+ words

"Hey! Watch it!" 

"Sorry!" You called to the bot you nearly rammed into. Your pedes didn't slow down as you rushed through the med bay, your dermas pulling into a wider smile as you skidded to a stop. The mechs looked up from their conversation to see you bending at the entrance of the room.

"It's you!" D-16 exclaimed as he moved to stand. You gestured for him to stay seated as you ducked under the top of the doorway and approached them. 

"Look we didn't mean-" Orion started but you cut him off.

"You guys were amazing! Stupid…and incredibly lucky you weren't flattened but amazing!" You gushed. Orion and D-16 shared a look before Orion chuckled sheepishly while D rubbed the back of his helm. 

"I…uh, thank you! At least someone thinks what we did wasn't entirely dumb," Orion threw his servos up while glancing not-so-subtly at the silver mech who rolled his optics. 

"It is dumb, we didn't win, we didn't prove anything, we showed everyone and Sentinel that we failed." D-16 pinched his temple. You frowned and knelt in front of the mech, he flinched when your servo landed on his knee. Looking at your face plate caused the mech's anger to diminish bit by bit. 

"Hey, even if you guys didn't win, you're still winners to me," You padded D-16's knee before rising to stand at your full height. You placed your servos on your hips and smirked at Orion, "Besides you even managed to pass me in the race…that's not something that happens often." 

"Don't winners usually get a prize?"

"Pax." D-16, exasperated, narrowed his optics at his friend. Orion whipped his helm to look between you and D.  "What?" 

"No, no, he's right," You crossed your arms over your chassis and cocked a hip. "What kind of prize do you have in mind?" 

"Hm…how about another 'signature' from Iacon's greatest racer?" Orion proposed. Hearing this, D-16 clammed up and felt the heat rush to his face when his gaze caught the way your expression changed to an amused one. The silver mech felt the energon running through him burn as you lowered yourself onto one knee, placed a digit under Orion's chin and swiftly swooped in to press your dermas against his. Time felt like it froze as your optics flickered to him. You moved away from the frozen red-and-blue mech to his equally stunned friend, you took your time caressing the side of D-16's face before closing the gap and kissing him. As you leaned away, D-16's dermas chased yours and stole another peck from you. 

"Woah! Cool it, hotshot, you'll get more if you guys manage to beat me at the next race," You covered your intake with your servo and gently pushed D-16's face away from yours. Orion jumped up at the challenge, "We'll definitely be there, won't we, Dee?" 

"Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah!" D-16 nodded dumbly. 

"Great," You giggled and backed away from them. You turned to leave, not before looking over your shoulder-pad to say, "Hey, if you actually manage to beat me, I'll give you two something better than a signature."

Without another word, you left the two sitting there stunned. D-16 snapped out of his daze to stumble out of the med-bay, he swung his body halfway out and held the door and shouted at your retreating figure, "I'll keep you to that!" 

You did a full turn, blowing a kiss at the silver mech, before turning back around and leaving the med-bay. D-16 kept his optics on you, his gaze fixated by the way your hips swayed before he leaned back into the med-bay and sighed. 

"Oh…you're so in love."

"Shut up! You're telling me you aren't?" 

"Point taken." 

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