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Ooh I've been sitting on this thought for a bit. Rodimus, as we know, is a fabulous 'bot and we all love him for it, but we gotta admit that he will sometimes act and speak before thinking. But I was wondering if there may be any kind of romantic angst between the hot rod and a human s/o? The kind where Rodi unintentionally says a dumb thing that hurts human s/o's feelings. Followed by making up for it with smooches/more? I dunno I love cute smoochie things because of my own sweet boo.
“Are you mad at me?”
You turn your head to Rodimus, blinking slowly. “What do you think?”
Rodimus cringes, immediately regretting asking, because the glare you give him is enough to stall his engines. He has no idea what he’s done to earn your ire but he knows he’s done something. The thin line of your mouth and the narrowed slits of your eyes mean only one thing: you are NOT pleased.
The last time you looked at Rodimus like that, he had taken a joyride in the Rod Pod to avoid filing reports for Ultra Magnus. But he hadn’t done anything quite so dramatic since the last time the two of you spoke. In fact, you’d been on good terms before the most recent Officer’s meeting.
“Is this because I went into recharge when Ultra Magnus was talking? Because I promise I only did it because it was funny and expense reports are boring.”
You stare at him, glare losing its ire as you settle for an unimpressed look. “Do you remember what you said when Ultra Magnus brought up my performance this last quarter?”
“You mean when he tried to say you were slacking?” He’d defended you, of course, because you’re the best and that’s what couples do. Oh scrap, are you mad at him for fighting your battle for you? 
“I believe your exact words were, Lay off them, they do good work for a human.” You stare at Rodimus, expression that same unamused scowl.
He stares back, brow plate raised and optics flickering. “Yes????”
“For a human,” you repeat. He tilts his head to side, so you continue. “You said I did good work for a human. Implying that you hold me to lesser standards because of my species.”
Your voice grows harsher the longer you speak, words beginning to slur together as emotions boil over.
“I understand that I’m a different species than you, that there are certain limitations that my being human brings when compared to a Cybertronian, that there are some tasks that I cannot perform as efficiently or even at all because it is simply not within the range of possibilities for me. But it’s one thing to know this and an entirely different thing to hear it straight from your mouth. Because… Because…”
You pause, voice hitching, and that’s when Rodimus notices the wet trail leaking from your eyes.
You take a deep breath and collect yourself, face still wet but voice steady. “Because if you think less of me as a member of your crew, how could you possibly see me as an equal partner in any other aspect of your life?”
Rodimus’ spark aches for you. How long have you thought this? Worried that he saw you as inferior? How often had he thoughtlessly said things to make you believe it?
You’re no longer crying, but that doesn’t stop Rodimus from bending down to gently wipe at the tear tracks slowly drying over your cheeks.
“I’m sorry,” he tells you, optics glowing with a soft light as the back of his knuckle so gently brushes against your cheek. “I didn’t mean it like that. I wanted to help, to get Magnus to give you a break. I never meant to imply it was because you couldn’t do better.”
He moves his touch from your cheek to your chin, gently tilting your head up until you’re looking at his optics.
 “I never want you to think less of yourself because you are everything to me.”
Rodimus fingers trail down to your hand, bringing it to his face until he’s planting soft kisses to the back of your knuckles. There’s a twitch at the corner of your lips, like you want to smile but are fighting back the urge. Rodimus places another kiss to your knuckles, then begins to kiss a trail up your arm, to your shoulder, kissing your jawline and taking comfort in your breathy sigh as you relax into his touch.
“Let me make it up to you?” he asks, mouth pressed to the corner of your lips.
You nod your head in consent, arms wrapping against his helm as you angle your mouth until he’s kissing your lips. Rodimus smiles against your mouth, kissing you breathless.
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Sinmom, just out of curiosity, what would happen if let's say...Rodimus were to find out you were hot and bothered out of nowhere? Are bots even able to tell if hormone levels are off with there human?
Using the live action movies as refererence, Ratchet was able to determine that Sam was DTF Mikaela within seconds of meeting them, so I think it’s possible for mechs to be able to detect human hormones. Either this is an ability exclusive to medics and scientists because only such a specialized mech would have the equipment to do so, OR, all mechs have the capability, but most wouldn’t know enough about humans and how their bodies work to determine if something is off.
As a result, Rodimus would likely not be the type of mech to notice if you were hot and bothered without you bluntly telling him so. However, if one of the mechs who could detect that in you mention something when Rodimus is around to hear, he will immediately offer his services to you as Captain of the Lost Light for the sake of improving interspecies alliances.
Unless you’re already in a relationship with each other, in which case he’ll simply scoop you up and rush you to his hab suite.
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I dont know if you are caught up with Lost Light, but Roddy is suffering. Could you write Rodimus confiding in and being comforted by his s/o? Fluff would be nice.
“What if it isn’t enough?”
You slowly blink your eyes open, vision blurry and mind slow from drowsiness. You had been half asleep when Rodimus breached the silence with that quiet whisper of self doubt. Your sleep-heavy brain can’t quite form words yet so you reach out for him, fingers brushing against the back of his hand.
Rodimus looks down at your hand on his, lights of his optics glowing in the darkness of the room and painting the two of you in a soft blue light. He flips his hand so that your palm is pressed to his.
“What if I find Getaway, get my ship back, get my revenge, and it still isn’t enough?” His fingers curl over the entirety of your hand, forming into a fist as he  squeezes. “Even if I get back at Getaway, it doesn’t change the fact that most of my crew was willing to mutiny against me. They didn’t trust me as their Captain. Didn’t want me. Why would that ever change?”
You press your cheek to the back of his hand, warm and comforting. “I want you as Captain,” you tell him, tired and genuine. “I trust you.”
Rodimus’ frustrated expression softens as he stares down at you, corner of his optics crinkling. His fingers squeeze around yours once more. “I know.” 
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IKKO, very very important question 🫡💚. How would Pharma act if both him and maybe Tarn or prowl (your choice🫶) were after one persons affection
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RAGGHH 🛐🛐🛐 MORNING COMPY!!! :D ❤️❤️❤️❤️🫂🫂
Important question indeed. And of the highest order too 😺☝️ long ramble below because I love those two to bits !!
I wasn't sure if you meant love triangle or individually 😭
Prowl wouldn't act on his affections. He'd hide it at first. And would would battle a long churning conflict between his logical side and his feelings — over countless cubes of engex Ratchet would diagnose him dead after
Mister-cold-to-the-bones-I'd-rather-die-than-ever-smile would definitely manipulate your surroundings to get him closer to you.
He'll move your schedule around, your seat placement (no harm in a little thigh touching, eh?) Maybe even discussing with Optimus about your 'work ethics' so he can flunk out your current superior to take his place. Yeah, sure. Totally because they were under performing. Totally.
He knows you yap alot, ranting about things in general so he purposely dawdles by until you notice him and just,,run your mouth
He pretends he's grumbling, saying it's wasitng his time but he's literally recording EVERYTHING you say so he can recharge to it at night (poor little pookie has nightmares, :( doesn't have anyone to coax him)
And you're always so surprised when he remembers an obscure fact about you,,,like sir,,,that's,,,a little 😅 um
but still you chalk it up to him being the strategic officer in charge of information, so not surprised that he knows
Despite his blatant attitude to you, you really don't fucking know what's his problem. Does he hate you? Does he think you're that bad at your job hes finally taking reign over your responsibilities?
So, confusing. He's like,,,got this stare that borders between his usual scowl and a squint.
And while you think you're about to get demoted, it usually means he's saving a picture of you in his processors. 😭😭 And a little note for it too (new shirt today, very nice.)
He's the type to be so stoned up and cold when he's approaching you, but the moment you smile at him (while imperceptible to you) Internally he feels like hauling himself off a bridge
Why do you exist, if not to make a fool out of him?!???2!#(
Pathetic pining. 100 percent
Doctor pharma on the other hand,,,,just invades your boundaries
🤨he's lucky he's naturally charming, you're not even suspecting why he's suddenly more interested in your wound stitching skills.
He's got his servos on you and guiding you through it and shit, whispering into your ear : "good little pet" for following his instructions to a t. He's obvious about his affections but not so vocal because while he recognizes hes caught some feelings for you there's no way he's going to be the one admitting it
So he showers you with gifts, flowers, and chocolates, waiting for the day you're going to realize what it all means.
Nope. You don't. Because a) you either think he's messing with you, ratchet did say he's kind of a flirt to everyone b) pharma being pharma c) asking you to cover another late night shift, which coincidentally, gets you stuck with him
Like prowl, since he's your superior, there's going to be a lot of schedule tampering and unlike Prowl he gets jealous, very easily.
(Prowl does get jealous. Nobody really likes him and he thinks you're obv going to like someone that's wayyy more genial and warmer than what he is. But he keeps it to himself because at least you're interacting with him)
Pharma gets,,, obvious about his jealousy in a very passive aggressive way which sometimes gives way to physical confrontations (pulling you away by your waist, getting in between you and the meh you're talking with, shooting daggers at the person who so much as to praise you)
Messy, messy doctor.
Oughhh so much things to add. Okay but more wholesomely, theyre both the type to put a blanket over you wen you're asleep at your desk, or giving you a drink when you're tired. Basically the tiny acts of kindness that's makes me go oughhh 🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭
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His name is Windows. Yes, he can run Doom. No, you can't play Doom on him, he's not going to let you. Ok, maybe at $300/hr AND a full back massage.
24/7 tired, runs on the blackest diesel (coffee) there is. Man is overworked.
A walking hard drive, can store anything on him. Probably has the entirety of Wikipedia downloaded. Has twelve GeForce RTX 4080s installed on him, mostly because he can.
Hates his brother Machintosh with burning passion. That stuckup, preening asshole can go get it. Windows was made to be versatile and modular, which is why he is a jet. On the other hand, Mac was made to be sleek and dependable, but he somehow made that his personality, so he always acts as if he has a massive USB stick up his ass.
Windows will always beat you at every game--by making the game crash.
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I m is my wh irkfriend come back to me ambassador of lo ve
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Y/n : What are you in the mood for?
Rodimus : World domination
Y/n : That's a bit ambitious
Rodimus : You are my world
Y/n : Aww...
Rodimus :
Y/n :
Rodimus :
Y/n : OH
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Rodimus : You need a hobby
Drift : I have a hobby!
Rodimus : Fawning over Y/n isn’t a hobby
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How I imagine their living arrangements after the Conjunx Ceremony.
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The Transformers: The Movie (1986) dir. Nelson Shin
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needed to get this out of my system. dont come for me abt the timeline. its true in my heart
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I don't think people truly understand the gravity of Rafah being bombed.
There is nowhere left to go.
The lowest cost is $5,000 USD to flee to Egypt. There has been people paying over $10,000 USD.
That is the only option
Pay or die.
Rafah was the only place in Palestine promised not to be bombed. That promise is broken.
1.5 million people have nowhere to go!
Reminder, if possible, please donate to the PCRF, ANERA, Islamic Relief, Palestine Red Crescent Society, Medical Aid for Palestinians, Defense for Children International - Palestine, Doctors Without Borders, and all other trusted organizations.
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Western countries do not support Israel because they love the Jewish people or because they feel bad about the Holocaust, they support Israel because they have political and economic interest in supporting this particular power in this particular region at this particular time
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