#transformers groove

[hoiststowline]

perhaps you could include first aid and groove in your headcanons with s/o pretty please 🥺🙏

[a/n: yeah!! have some for my boy groove 🫶 I will try to do first aid tmrw!!]

_groove x reader hc's

Groove is an talkative and outgoing mech, though when he realizes his feelings for you, he becomes very reserved and almost diffident. the two of you had gotten along great thus far, the type of friends who overlap sentences and burst out in laughter at the same time. he's so afraid of messing things up that he actually pulls away from you, at least very early on, but discerns that he can't actually go without seeing you for very long. it's almost like a catch-22, except he can solve his problem with a relatively easy fix. in theory, but not in execution.

once in a relationship, everything picks up right where it left off. Groove's love language would be quality time, because while he's used to being overlooked or unremembered, you have never caused those feelings to resurface in conversation. he feels utmost and unconditional love just by time spent, having your undivided attention as you listen to every word, absorbed. he hangs on every single thing you say, known for leaning forward whilst talking to you just because everything you have to say is important to him.

being besties with Groove makes you besties with Rook by association. if there's something that Groove can't be there for or is running late, Rook does it without question, more than happy to help. it isn't a frequent occurrence, but every so often Rook appears outside to take you home or back to their place. Groove trusts him with his life, as he does the rest of the protectobots, so something of a familial structure may arise. he finds it amazing that you can get along with everyone so effortlessly, friendly and compassionate. he worries that your patience must be growing thin with all the chatter, but it appears to be an endless supply.

hand. holding. Groove is a smaller and lithe mech compared to the rest of his team, so it's an easier task to hold your hand any second he can. pda is no issue for him, but if you aren't so down for it, no problem. he's immensely easygoing, and anything you aren't comfortable with, he's instantly amending his actions and backtracking to ease your nerves as fast as possible. he lives by compromise, and while he's used to being outnumbered or forced to agree, this staple in your relationship is everything. rock, paper, scissors is the solution for simple questions, a deeper conversation is the resolution for below surface-level situations.

there is no favorite place to kiss you because they are all his favorite. Groove is inconsistent, at least in how he greets you, because it bounces from hugs to high-fives to kisses across the board. he's just so excited to see you that he quickly reacts in whatever gesture comes to mind first, ideally with the easiest access and can transpire immediately. if he had to pick, he adores scooping you up in his arms so that your feet leave the ground, spinning you around in a circle as he mumbles words of endearment into your shoulder. nothing beats the feeling of your arms looping around his neck and your soft giggles of surprise humming against his audials.

[they-hermes]

my beloved little guy

[arcee4me]

SHUT UP NOBODY TALK, LOOK AT THE SILLYS

[lara-prism-light]

Part 6 of Lara shows off her old Transformers drawings!

The Minicon I made and her alt-mode. She specifically transformed into a shield.

The only drawing I have of Windblade.

Slipstream and I think it's Thundercraker?

Optimus(?) and Rodmus.

Starscream and Jetfire (I don't remember what this scene was supposed to be)

I don't remember the name of these, but I think it was supposed to be the female Combiner? Yeah, I don't remember the name either TwT

Buckets and Groove.

I hate these proportions...😭

These are the first drawings I made of the main four at the time.

[arceespinkgun]

Hate to bother you again, and you're completely open to saying no, but was wondering if, should your transformers ship requests still be open, I may be able to suggest one or two more?

I never ship anything until these dang Cybertronians rotted my brain, and I simply appreciate the chance either way!

If so, and if you're accepting to it, may I request (G1) Hook/First Aid, perhaps? I see them as clashing on ideals but slowly coming to tolerate each other as they see the prowess and skill of the other even for how different their ideals are.

And/or maybe Groove/Beachcomber? These two just... make so much sense. Pacifists, they love nature and they're both scouts. I imagine them in a queerplatonic kind of relationship, where they started out as close friends but became closer and they find a kindred spirit in the other on so many matters...

Either way, I appreciate your time and the chance, I've never been brain rotted like this for shipping, so I feel nervous even asking lol

I really see the vision with Groove and Beachcomber. They are so incredibly similar, they need to go out on a long drive together, stat. Also, there's no need to be apologetic, whenever I post saying my ask box is open for requests it's because I want to receive them!

[zeropro]

[pollopom]

girl get up

[quibble-auk]

My sister guessing Transformer names part 4!

As requested by @theweirdestroller, featuring the G1 Protectobots! And rescue bot Blades. Figured I might as well just get him done too lol

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[prettiestplatypus]

The Animal HRT silliness AyvieArtTV created is back and I had the perfect idea for a nice 3 page comic of it

And a bonus panel

[ny000mdraws]

tfp au protectobots!

(sans first aid bc i already designed him a while back and blades bc he’s perfect)

here’s the aforementioned tfp first aid

[hoiststowline]

west texas wind [ch.3]

hot spot x reader

While an onset of quieter rotations would bring a more pleasant atmosphere to most, it only presented a set of stakes that would soon become impossible to overcome. There were no blips of interference to the point where even he felt the machinery was faulty, a nauseating glitch that did nothing but unravel him more. 

However, it arrived with no surprise, unimpressed that such tactics were being deployed as if he would turn a blind observer. He knew better, thankfully, but could not make his team wholly agree, more than half of them revealed in the notion of ‘days off’. Never time to let a previously strong held guard down, but Hot Spot was not one to squash their well-deserved relaxation, never minding to pick up the extra slack.

That’s what he does, always willing to carry and never letting anyone know of the tightly wound ball of stress that sits within his spark chamber. Streetwise knew bits and pieces, First Aid perhaps understanding a vague overview, but not a soul knew full well of the situation other than himself.

He likes to keep it that way, willing to haul it on his shoulders and keep it his well-kept secret. It’s the job, he supposes, and while it all comes crashing down on him now and then, he can fix it. Hot Spot is good at fixing things, and putting the fires out, figuratively and literally.

So he sits in his alt-mode, tucked just up against the side of your house, hoping to remain out of sight, from both you and some unwanted passersby. It’s a form of reset, able to recharge peacefully knowing you are not left defenseless, and he is away from a mountain of paperwork that isn’t staring him down across a messy berthroom.

Just as he goes to power down, there’s a tell-tale thunk of a window sliding open, a familiar sound that has his sensors starting back up.

“Hi, Spots,” You whisper, though there is no one around to hear it. “You alright?”

Such a loaded question, and unbeknownst to many, he discloses a lot more to you than his fellow mechs. And it has nothing to do with trust, more so that you always seem to ask the right queries in the most important situations, always when they are most needed. It doesn’t take much to get him to open up, even if most see him as a reserved and passive leader.

“My intention was not to wake you,” He hums, just after he rolls his windows down. “My apologies.”

He freezes as you laugh, a soft sputter as you lean a bit further out the window, elbows resting on the wooden sill. “You didn’t.” It’s painfully obvious he ignored your question, but you chose to circle back on it later. “I’ve been up working on some stuff. I saw a light and figured it was you.”

“I do find myself here quite often,” His words are slightly relaxed, as if exhausted. “Do you have work that needs to be completed?”

You try to stifle the yawn, but your reflexes aren’t on par with a sleepy mind so your palm doesn’t meet your mouth fast enough to cover it. "It’s not urgent, it does need to be wrapped up soon.”

“It is quite late,” Though he says it, inching toward you getting your rest, he doesn’t wholeheartedly mean it. It’s an unspoken suggestion, one that you understand without much deciphering.

Hot Spot just let his guard down, emotions likely dangling on the tips of his servos, and though he will never ask it, he wants you to stay. Curse his best intentions for you, because if his spark had its way, he’d be nothing short of talking your ear off until you’d sooner slam the window shut. But his intelligence always seems to come back from the depths he stuffed it to momentarily, quickly urging you back inside to get some undoubtedly well-deserved rest.

“I will, I will,” You wave him off, amusement heavy, but it quickly disappears. “But…is something on your mind? I know I can’t see your face, but you just sound so…sad,”

There you go, picking apart his defenses so easily it’s as if they were never really there at all. He ex-vents, toying with the idea of dropping such an unnecessary burden onto your small shoulders. You didn’t deserve it, not even a bit, but when you ask so genuinely like that, Hot Spot always comes back to the same thing that gets him all riled up.

He can never deny you, no matter how small of an ask you desire.

“It is a late hour. Perhaps now is not the best time,” He tries, but fumbles to be firm about it. “Get some recharge, little one. We may speak in the morning,”

A pout appears on your face, an actual jut of your bottom lip, unimpressed by his deflection. “Spots…”

Once more, left utterly defenseless and unable to scrounge the pieces back up, the leader of the Protectobots ultimately concedes. “Five kliks. First Aid will have my helm if you are ill-rested,”

“He’ll never know,” A noise of concern escapes him, momentarily frightened as you vault yourself out of the first-story window, landing on the grass just beside his driver-side door with a soft thud. It wasn’t a far leap, not at all, but the way you did it so nonchalantly frightens him more than the fact you did it in the first place.

“Please don’t ever do that again,” He breathes, the door opening anyway as you scramble up the firetruck's steps. “Use the door, y/n. That is what it is there for.”

“This was faster,” He notes the blanket wrapped around your shoulders, watching you through the rearview mirror as you move to settle in your seat, the passenger chair. After he rolls back up the windows and closes the door, you find yourself entirely secluded from the outside world, a beautiful sight. “Wanna talk about it?”

“No,” And it’s not a jest, he’s serious, he always is. “I’d appreciate your company regardless if that is alright with you.”

"Fine by me." You forfeit, curling up into a blanketed ball atop the mildly worn leather seat. "I'll never turn down you and I time," 

He'd love to know why, easily understanding most of the time, he was poor company and a horrible conversation creator and keeper. If he could pride himself on one thing, he'd say he was a good listener, but that didn't always work out in everyone's favor, lest yours. 

"Because it is something that does not happen very often?" Hot Spot tries, attempting to ignore the way your tiny fingers run over the rivets of the seat. 

"Sorta." You laugh, soft and childish-like. "I also just like you, Spots." 

And if he understood any better, you'd relayed a string of words that had a handful of different meanings. Being the good sport he is, he opted to ignore the kicking of his cooling fans and press onwards without another hiccup. Taking a complement as high as that one is impossibly incomprehensible, and even trying to think of a reply sends his processor down a winding rabbit hole that is deeper than the last one he just dug himself out of. 

When he doesn't answer, you reluctantly push forward, mouth dry all of a sudden. "Did you come over to get some rest?"

"Initially." Hot Spot rumbles, confession facile. "I, too, am ignoring some work that needs to be finished. I apologize for showing up unannounced." 

"You never have to ask," Cheek smushed up against the backrest, you miss how his rearview mirror effortlessly tilts your way. "I've come to like the unexpected."

"Is that so?" He chuckles, unsure of your lucidity. 

"Yeah. Groove brought me a bouquet of wildflowers the other day; he found them up on that mountainside you've taken me to before." Your words are slurred, eyelids heavy with exhaustion. "S'nice. You guys are nice." 

You briefly recall the motorcycle entering the garage, transforming fluidly whilst holding one servo behind his back, a small smile on his face. "Whatcha got there?" You try to peek, but he wasn't having any of it. 

"A present," Groove laughs, taking two steps back as you approach him sneakily. "Close your eyes." 

Doing as you are told, you listen intently as he takes a shuffled step closer, leaning forward before gently grasping one of your wrists, setting something in an unanticipated palm before pulling back slightly. Waiting patiently, you hang fire until he says you can look, rocking gingerly from the heels of your shoes to the tips as your eyes squeeze tighter. 

"Alright." He breathes. "Go ahead. You can look." 

Groove nearly doubles over as you squeal in happiness, fingers coming to brush up along the soft petals of the bright yellow coneflowers, adoring the bouquet he had gathered. "Groove!" You had exclaimed, holding them close to your chest as if they would go anywhere. "Thank you! This is so thoughtful; I love them!" 

The motorcycle had come back to base a little less furled up, most of his frustrations of the day had escaped him in the pit stop he insisted on taking. Hot Spot's retelling of the story makes more sense now, having had you fill in his blanks, himself wondering just where Groove had wandered off to blow off steam. 

"And so are you, y/n." Appreciation of your efforts is not something he takes lightly, wanting you to know you are highly recognized in many of their minds. All roads lead to you, and while it is an amazing regard, it means as well that you are a walking target, one that Hot Spot loathes to see. 

"I know I'm a pain in the ass sometimes." Convinced it's the delirium speaking, Hot Spot allows your innermost concerns to be freed in a moment of vulnerability. "And m'probably disrupting your sleep right now..." 

Another laugh escapes him, yet much quieter than the previous one. "No, never. Though, from my perspective, it would be the other way around." 

"Mhm. Love ya, Spots." It's garbled, muffled by the armrest that you've sunk downward to curl up against. "G'night."

It takes a moment, conceivably a minute too long, but the mech gathers the courage to reply, fighting the urge to power down as well. "Likewise. Good night, y/n."

When he finds that your breathing has evened out, entirely still and unmoving, that is when he enters recharge, and not a moment sooner. Now, he finds that he can fully relax, conscious that you are quite literally within the safest hands possible and far away from the instability that is certain to come knocking unfathomably soon. 

[arcee4me]

man if i had a nickel for every time i’ve drawn Groove missing his right arm i’d have two nickels, which isn’t a lot but it’s weird it happened twice, right?

[lara-prism-light]

Part 5 of Lara shows off her old Transformers drawings!

Optimus (Orion) and Elita (Ariel). Ariel was a singer before she became Elita One in my version of the character. She and Optimus share the dream of changing Cybertron into a better world with their own voices and actions, peacefully.

Someone found some Dark Energon...👀

Starscream and Jetfire again.

The Protectobots!

Breakdown being a good boyfriend to Knock Out.💙❤️

I have a preference for First Aid ok?? LET HIM BE LOVED!!!

Arcee and Cliffjumper because they need more love.

Transmutate being cute and trying to fit in with the other Predacons. Well, at least Rampage is willing to be their friend. Also yeah, I based this design on a recolor of Prime Arcee.

Bumblebee and a Mini con I made! I don't think I gave her a name.

[parhelionz]

Completely optional bc Ik you’re doing a render piece rn but can i mayb request a starscream drawing for sometime in the future? 🙏💕

P.S love your art! You’re very talented and a big inspo to me! :D

yea im always up for drawing her !!!!!!!! pls req 900 more starscreams so i have an excuse to just post her 4ever

[alphagirl404]

What Happened to Darkwing After TF One

Optimus: Darkwing, you're fired Darkwing: Fired?! What do you mean "fired"? Optimus: Um, how else can I say it? Elita: *starts writing down a pink slip with a big smug grin on her face* Optimus: "You're being let go." "Your department's being downsized." "You're part of an outplacement." "We're going in a different direction." "We're not picking up your option." Take your pick. I got more. Darkwing: But I-You-...*Elita hands him the pink slip* Ugh!

[seafoamsol]

He’s antagonising Dead End [ x ]