#transformers Bonecrusher

[jei-rifni]

They are Funny guys i think

[bakllori]

🥺

[punk-rockrz]

holymother of gaod

[luluchankrl]

Maybe I'm even more in love with Megatron 🫦

[indragonsaur]

Transformers: Cybertron chronicles: Crusher Trio

[randomposts-27]

Bonecrusher: me hate you

Barricade: I know Bonecrusher

Bonecrusher: me hate everyone

Barricade: I know Bonecrusher

Bonecrusher:

Bonecrusher: me think you good listener

[robotshowtunes]

Bonecrusher is heavily armored and is the strongest individual Constructicon. In vehicle mode, he exerts 800,000 psi at his top speed of 30 mph. He uses a short-range concussion missile launcher to aid demolitions. In robot mode, he wields a laser pistol.

[lightning-studios]

Oh right I collect transformers sometimes, really ought to take more pictures of these huh

[oldeubagel]

would bee survive?

[iszapizza]

prowl and his 5 bfs

[jei-rifni]

UUUMMMMMMMM oops 😋

[rungapikattohikattara]

Wuhuuu

[punk-rockrz]

huhuhuhuh. huhuhuh

[dividingcosmos]

There's something about Prowl having doubted a lot of things, having his choices and decisions confusing his friends and even himself, going through a whole mental struggle, and then learning these guys who saw the inside of his brain tell him that "We like how you think!" And his eyes LIGHT UP

And he needs Bee to say that it was ridiculous

Prowl, buddy,,,,

[drill-teeth-art]

-The Death of Prowl-

I don't think we could've cared about you, even if we tried.

[revelboo]

HELLO I was the anon who got a random blockee and was hoping for the soundwave figures and while I didn't get him I got Scavenger and he has my whole heart 😭😭😭 he's my lil booboo 🥰🥰 (I will be ordering soundwave tho and more I'm doomed)

He’s lonely. He needs friends 😃 Scrapper finally showed up after his tracking stopped updating Dec 31st and he disappeared off the face of the Earth. Two more to go.

Drive Pt 4

Constructicons x Reader

• “Thank you?” Part of you wants to ask if they’d hurt anyone stealing this stuff for you, but honestly? You’re scared to. Because it looks like Long Haul and Bonecrusher probably went on a crime spree. And Bonecrusher just keeps producing stuff out of nowhere to add to the pile. Food, clothes, small electronics, soaps and candles. Maybe they’d just demolished a mall? They mean well and they’re trying to take care of you, but you really hope they didn’t hurt anyone. Even as a guilty part of you is ridiculously excited about the food and soap.

• Bending, Long Haul begins setting your new things in the mini habsuite they’d made you. Noting that Scrapper and Scavenger had been busy while he’d been out and had tapped into the base water lines to make you a tiny wash rack and waste disposal area. Your little habitat now even bigger as they all keep adding to it. “You needed food and human stuff,” Long Haul mutters, embarrassed when you offer him a small smile. And it’s not like he’d minded. Getting to really let loose and destroy things had felt good. Freezing when you limp closer and lay a soft hand on his ped, he hesitantly brushes a servo over your head before turning away. “It’s either feed you or watch you die,” he adds gruffly, uncomfortable with your affection.

• Venting as you smile up at Long Haul, Bonecrusher reaches to gently scoop you up. Feeling little hands on his servos as he carries you over to his berth and lays back carefully rubbing your jaw. So small you feel insubstantial in his hands, and something about that fragility fascinates him. “You missed us?” He asks, stilling as you grab his servo and smile up at him like you’re not the least bit frightened. That trust shocking him. How can you be so small and not cower?

• Watching Long Haul pimping out your alien, Barbie dream house, you wrap your arms around Bonecrusher’s servo to keep him from petting from neck to navel and further south. It’s not like he knows better or means anything by it, but putting a stop to it as quickly as possible seems a smart move. “It was quiet,” you say opting for honesty. Because the six of them are constantly laughing and jostling each other. Loud and raucous in a way that reminds you of a frat house. Complete with the alcohol, or high grade as they’d called it. After realizing you’re safe as long as you play along at being their collective pet, you’d started consciously trying to make friends. After all, your survival depends on them.

• “Must have been boring,” Long Haul calls from the floor as he arranges boxes of food stuffs in a tidy pile in a corner. You’ll need storage space so this stuff isn’t just lying around. “I’m thinking cabinets and shelves,” he adds, looking at where Mixmaster and Hook are working on reports. Waiting for Mixmaster to vent at him, but set aside his report to help.

• Glancing at his brothers fussing with your space again, Hook checks on you and Bonecrusher. Making sure the much bigger mech isn’t being too rough with you, but so far he’s been shockingly gentle. And right now the huge mech is making a grumbling purr of his engines at you. Something he’d call out anyone else for. Getting punched in the face by Bonecrusher not exactly on his to do list, though, because his brothers definitely don’t warrant the same gentleness you do.

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