#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.

[antigxnee]

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.

[dana-chan-the-control-brain]

I voted for the Wet Floor bot only cus it'd be funny

[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.

[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.

[1080drgn]

[TRANSFORMERS AU: Black Rain — one-shot] [content warning — oc x canon;]

prev.

— English is not my first language, so for any mistakes in grammar, fluency or overall writing, I apologize! —

Winter.

This year's winter was not what one would often think of. It wasn't the lovely, magical winter when spending your days cuddled up under a warm blanket was your first priority and pleasure. In peace. No, it was winter of the nasty kind. It's the kind where snow and mud mix together, creating the disgusting sight under your doorstep; the kind that freezes everything on its path, making it hurt to breathe and bringing destruction and death to those, who are helpless and have nowhere to hide.

The Decepticons managed to set up a temporary base in the woods, that hid them between the bare trees and the cybertronian ones resembling to firs and spruces, shielding them from the freezing cold reaching up to them. At least some of it, anyway. But, despite the terrible cold outside, the Decepticons had enough Energon for themselves, so it wasn't much of a problem. Their biggest issue was that their equipment would freeze and stop operating correctly at times. The radars wouldn't pick up frequencies correctly, as well as comm links stuttered every time it was turned on.

The Autobots probably had the same problem out there, somewhere. The annoying snowstorms slowed both of the factions down, limiting not only their forces, but even their "fighting spirits". Everyone started to focus on themselves, to survive this horrendous winter.

The Decepticon air commander walked into his private quarters… or office, whatever it was. It's temporary anyway, soon to be destroyed, it doesn't need a specific name. Starscream was visibly, mentally exhausted, so his first thought was to seek peace of mind in his desolate room. The only source of light was coming from the open door, which led into the outside world. The seeker gaze sank through the words in his data pads laying on the desk, with a tired look. His optics were dimmed, craving stasis at this point.

But as if things couldn't get any worse, Starscream suddenly heard heavy footsteps behind him, crunching the white snow, before hitting the metal floor that echoed through the room. The air commander frowned, already getting annoyed at the sound and presence of another bot nearby.

"What do you want now, Lord Megatron?" He asked, thinking it must've been his leader. He obviously hadn't enough energy to converse with anybody. Especially Megatron.

To his question, silence responded. The footsteps stopped, which caused the air commander to get slightly lost. It wasn't Megatron? The seeker's optics glanced around, before his helm turned and noticed a tall, dark figure standing in front of him, staring right back at him. He knew very well, who it was.

"It's you… The coward who fled." Starscream hissed. He furrowed. "…How did you get here unnoticed?"

"I stunned the others. They'll be fine. Although surprisingly, your systems didn't pick up an intrusion." Abyss answered, his voice dull.

Starscream grumbled. Of course, everything froze again. Damn this cold. "Why are you here?" The mech suddenly pointed his null ray at the other. Though deep down, he knew he won't win this fight, if he attacked first.

Abyss looked at the desk behind the air commander with curiousity, but his faceplate didn't show it. He remained quiet, until finally speaking and returning his gaze back at Starscream.

"I've observed you for quite sometime. Your behaviour not only is much entertaining, but I have a need to know more about you and the faction itself."

"That doesn't sound creepy at all." The seeker made a sour expression, looking slightly to the side, sometimes behind Abyss, sometimes at the wall. He started to get nervous, but he didn't let his body language show it yet.

"I still don't know a lot about our world, hence I'm asking you to help me." The winged bot continued, stepping closer to Starscream.

As Abyss began to tower over him, the air commander pointed his null ray directly at the tall mech's face. But the other knew, that the seeker wasn't that much of an idiot to actually shoot him right now. He was bluffing.

Starscream laughed through his annoyance. "And what I'd get in return? You don't actually think I'm going to side with you, just because?"

And just as the Decepticon was about to continue his grumbling, Abyss lifted his arm and opened his servo, offering it.

"That's what I thought. I'll give you my power. A part of it, certainly, but not all of it." He said.

The seeker looked at Abyss' servo, before right back up at his black and white optics. Starscream lowered his weapon. This sounded rather interesting, but he was not yet fully convinced. The seeker knew of Abyss' strength and speed, so he was thinking about it.

The tall bot's optics softened.

"I'll give you my speed and strength, that matches no one else's…" He spoke softly, as the thought about his next words. Abyss' tone of voice turned serious, as he began to slowly circle the air commander. "Not even Megatron, a force to be reckoned with."

Starscream's crimson orbs flashed. His metal, jet wings twitched as he heard that. The air commander was really about to do it. The thought and plans of finally usurping Megatron may actually come to fruition. But his loyalty to the Decepticon cause still lied within him. Though, changing and creating a few rules and ranks to his liking doesn't seem like such a bad idea.

The seeker chuckled. "You ought to be aware by now that I'm not the bot you should put your trust in."

"I don't doubt that, but I'm not asking for much. And I don't think a bot like you would ever pass such an opportunity." Abyss acknowledged, as he stood once more in front of the Decepticon.

Starscream looked to the side, at the metal floor, uncertain. He remained quiet, thinking about this deal in which he had the final word. Oh, the image of the golden crown and the royal cape flashed in his mind. Perhaps this dream of his was closer than he had previously believed.

He smirked.

"We'll see."

[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...)

[rowiewritesstuff]

Hello! Could you do a part 2 to your Yandere!Knockout vs Yandere!Ratchet?

I'm in love with it and very curious where you will take it!

Yandere Ratchet & Knockout Part 2

You were angry and scared of Ratchet, even refusing to go back to base. What he said to you was unacceptable, and you didn’t want to be around him. You aired his calls, and told everyone you were just busy with stuff away from base. 

Ratchet was angry, often showing up at your house. He quickly realized that you weren’t at home and tried anything to track you down, but your phone was off.

To calm yourself down, you went street racing. You took the cash you’d win as prizes and went town to town, crashing in your car or in a hotel- whatever was safest and most comfortable. 

Of course it was inevitable to meet Knockout yet again, as he was a speed demon. He instantly recognized your car from when you first met. He chuckled and pulled up right next to you. “Hello again, human. You’re a long way from home.”

You were silent for a moment before mustering up the courage to speak. “And? If you plan to mess with me again, I won’t go down without a fight. The Autobots are nearby.” You lied.

“Sure they are.” Knockout laughed. He wasn’t stupid. He had been watching you for a while, tracking you from race to race with a small GPS tracker on your car. 

In a slight panic, you drove away before the race even started. Knockout laughed as he gave chase. The roads of the abandoned town were old and didn’t help your attempt to escape him. You suddenly lost him, hiding in an open garage and killing your lights. You shakily held up a burner phone, debating calling the base- but then you’d have to talk to Ratchet. 

You shook, but called. “Who is this? How did you get this number?” Ratchet’s angry voice answered from the other side of the line. Your throat felt dry as you racked your brain for exactly what to say. 

“It’s me.” Were the only words you could get out for a moment. You expected him to yell at you, or scold you for leaving without a trace- but he knew that rare tone in your voice. It was fear. 

“What’s wrong? Where are you?” He spoke quickly. 

“I’m…I’m in a small town outside of Was-” You screamed as your car was cut off by a saw. Knockout stood over you with a menacing grin.

“Did you think you could get away fleshy? I’m much smarter than you little things.” Knockout laughed as he picked you up. Ratchet yelled through the phone for him not to touch you. Before Ratchet could get a trace on your phone Knockout flicked it away. He transformed around you, driving away as fast as he could.

“Now, I believe you owe me for getting away last time. Perhaps I’ll get you a cute collar… after you tell me where the Autobot base is, of course.” Your eyes widened with fear as he called for a groundbridge. You fought, trying to use your pocket knife to stab the bot. 

Knockout growled and knocked you out with a small blast of electricity. 

“I should have known my little pet needed to be tamed.” Knockout scoffed as he drove into the glowing portal and into your new home. Hope you enjoy your stay- you’ll be here for a long time.

At the base, Ratchet broke his console in anger. He knew he shouldn't have just let you go. He should have ignored Optimus' words and locked you away. Don't worry dear, he won't make the same mistake when he gets you back.

[cityzenshark]

My excitement has been sated

TRANSFORMERS ONE SPOILERS BELOW CUT

Orion, you little bugger. Broke protocol to save one miner, got Elita demoted. Broke it again, got him and D16 into trouble. But then if he hadn't, they wouldn't have found B127 and got him free. Then ended up revealing the truth to Cybertron.

No wonder if somebot goes back in time to find Optimus as Orion, they won't recognize him.

D-16 sweet boy ... His descent to madness is incredible!

But him RIPPING SENTINEL IN HALF??? I did not expect he'd go that brutal!

Sentinel deserves it but to quote Orion: a new age can't start with an execution.

I can see how Cybertronians divide: those who think Sentinel deserved it and don't trust the Prime name anymore, those who follow Optimus' wisdom and witnessed his self-sacrifice and D's betrayal. This also includes the internal divide between ex-miners and already cogged bots.

CHROMIA WINS THE RACE

I hope we get to see how she and Ironhide meet in future installment (and maybe fall in love on screen finally 😙)

JAZZ

IRONHIDE

ARCEE

Multiple eyed Airachnid is terrifying

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No Mirage though but GREAT MOVIE

[alieinthemorning]

How They Comfort You [Sumeru]

Content: Comfort/Comfort, Headcanons

Pronouns: None

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Regions: Mondstadt | Liyue | Inazuma | Sumeru | Fontaine | Beyond Celestia

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Alhaitham

He is not good at this, but that doesn't mean he is incapable.

The best he can give you is an ear to listen, and some advice.

Whether you take that advice is up to you, but regardless, he'll be keeping an eye on you.

Cyno

He is extremely busy, but when he does have a moment, he listens.

He acts.

He beats you in TC (he won't dishonor you by letting you win, plus you'll be too busy focusing on the match to be bothered with what upset you.

Kaveh

Kaveh is the most emotional in tune, so if something is upsetting you, he'll know.

If he isn't busy with a commission, then he'll spend all his time with you.

Although, even if he has a commission, he'll still have you knew (which makes you feel a little worse because you feel like you're distracting him and being selfish).

But he reassures you and tells you that it's okay to be selfish sometimes.

Tighnari

He'll suggest that you accompany him on a hike, that a walk through nature should help clear your mind.

He'll also take the time to educate you on a few things, watching as you go from distracted to completely having your attention on him and the world around you.

Ko-Fi | Commission | Masterlist