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leafdragon16 · 1 year
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Can I please hug servo (from rescue bots) he is best boi and (in my au) gets adopted into the burns family.
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One good boi coming right up!
Mic belongs to @technoorganicmic
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dragonsgirl572 · 1 year
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I had this dream
And it was the weirdest and most fluffiest dream I've ever had.
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Chase just came back from patrol, and he was exhausted. He went over to the couch (which was Cybertronian sized 'cause the town pitched in to make it) and saw Blades on the right hand side watching TV, Heatwave in the middle watching with him, and Boulder curled up on Heatwave's left side reading a book.
On the floor of the right hand side, Blurr was sitting on High Tide's lap as the older told story after story to Blurr. Blurr's optics occasionally glimmered with interest or closed slowly only to be jerked back up. Quickshadow was also watching the TV on the floor under Heatwave, the firetruck hooked his legs around Quickshadow's neck, and the femme was drumming a beat onto his legs. Salvage was sitting on the left hand side also watching the TV.
Chase trudged in the middle of Blades and Heatwave and plopped onto the empty space, immediately going to lay his head on Blades lap while Heatwave took Chase's legs and laid them in him lap, massaging them gently. Blades lowered the volume.
"You okay, Chase?" Blades asked, petting his helm.
Chase purred in response, a sign that meant 'I'm fine, just tired'.
Heatwave looked around and saw that the rest of the team was also asleep or almost asleep. Salvage was asleep leaning against the couch, and so was Quickshadow. Boulder and Chase were also asleep. Heatwave could see Blades was tired and Blurr was trying to keep his optics open so he could hear the rest of the story.
Servo ran up to Blurr and High Tide and jumped onto Blurr's lap, spinning around and falling asleep then and there. High Tide then adjusted his hold on Blurr and closed his optics.
High Tide's EM field surrounded Blurr and the young mech finally succumbed to sleep. Blades was leaning against the arm rest fast asleep. Heatwave wrapped his left arm around Boulder and laid his helm on Boulder's then closed his eyes and let the sleep come.
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JUST IMAGINE HOW CUTE THAT WOULD BE? AHHHHHHHHH MAH HEART!!!
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Lowkey, I think one of my favorite little things about Rescue Bots is how we get to learn a little more about Optimus when he shows up. Like, not war stuff or Orion Pax stuff, but just little things about Optimus.
One of his favorite Earth stories is The Little Engine That Could. Does he read in his spare time and if so, how did he find Little Engine?
He tells Heatwave that he has also been learning from humans. What has he learned? The phrase "Nothing much, double dutch." Who the fuck taught him that? My money's on Miko. Jack would not have the audacity to add that to Prime's vernacular.
He has a motherfuckin' rocket powered car carrier capable of hauling four bots. And since Team Prime had four four-wheelers on the team prior to Darkness Rising, you could reasonably assume that he has used it with Cliff, Bee, Bulk, and Ratch
Optimus knows what a pogo stick is. That isn't anything noteworthy, I just think it's funny.
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signanothername · 6 months
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This is their relationship in a nutshell you can’t convince me otherwise
Alcoholic Hightide headcanon ramble is now real
Og
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Un baquero Servo pero no le queda el sombrerito 😂😅
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cayennesugar · 5 days
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She becomes more deranged everyday (she’s just a girl) 🎀
Once I figure out how to draw Heatwave I’m gonna go crazy
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whatwooshkai · 20 hours
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high tide moment
(audio is from the movie Strange Wilderness)
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asmoteeth · 1 year
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@sphnyspinspin YOU SURE KNOW HOW TO INSPIRE AN ARTIST 😫 /pos
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autism-autobot · 1 year
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I want emotional support animals to be a thing on Cybertron. We already have Servo, who is some kind of service dog, so why not emotional support animals? I want Bumblebee to have some sort of emotional support animal because that guy's been through some sh!t.
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viva-la-pictochat · 8 months
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Hearts and sparks week except its servo and poopsie
Edit before this goes anywhere: this is a shitpost
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rozer-prime · 2 years
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I present to you High Tide for this Mermay! I really enjoyed his design 🥺
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lapismuses · 5 months
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Servo has been added as a muse.
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The rescue bots and rescue humans visit the tfp mainland base once and they instantly know the gossip. The megop? Yes. The pharma x Ratchet waiting to happen? Yeppers! The TICs having came to Earth? Yes! Little glimpses of how Optimus is a little more fun than he lets on? Completely. More of how Blades is down bad for Bumblebee? Correct. The baby children that the autobots have half adopted? Mmhm!
sure they might be made aware of some of the serious stuff like how the autobots are pretty much starving, in constant danger, and y'know in a goddamn war. That the Decepticons if they truly tried can not only hurt them but destroy everything they could've ever loved, and tbh how dangerous the autobots themselves are. The fact that Optimus and Bumblebee, these bots they've known for quite a while at this point and trust completely, have killed and destroyed and made unethical decisions.
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Transformers ROTB
Mirage x Reader
(Hurt/Comfort)
It's a billion degrees here so thinking is hard and I've been imagining cold... This fic of Mirage keeper reader warm after a snowy rescue was born. As the last fic proves, I just love writing Mirage cuddles, and can you blame me?
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Look at him. Absolute cuddlebug. Has to be.
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Everything was cold and aching when you came to, but considering you'd expected not to wake up at all, you could tentatively call that a win. Too exhausted and pained to shiver, you cracked your eyes open as sounds finally drifted into focus. A blue figure moved through the darkness with curses of frantic frustration, their inhumanly large frame bent over a pile of damp wood they were having no luck lighting. Recognizing their familiar shade of blue in the brief flashes of light from their attempted fire, you perked up despite your exhaustion.
"Mirage?"
The mech snapped his helm around, optics wider than you'd ever seen them as he looked at you in total disbelief.
"Hey, you're not dead!" he gushed as he crawled across the cave, looking so overjoyed he must not have believed you'd ever speak again. Too worn out and stiff to chuckle, you managed to crack a smile as the mech leaned over you, seemingly drinking in your presence as if he hadn't seen you in ages. Not having the slightest clue how you'd gotten here, you found your head free of worry despite your injuries, and you couldn't resist the urge to crack a joke.
"Should I be?"
"No, definitely not! Don't you go getting any ideas!" Mirage replied, his tone a solid mix of playful admonishment and serious warning. Adjusting a small emergency blanket that you'd been loosely swaddled in, he fretted long enough for you to pick up on his worry despite the continued jokes. "I've busted my aft keeping you alive this long, you don't get to put all my hard work to waste."
"What happened?" you asked as you tried to hug the blanket closer, numb fingers making it nearly impossible. Confused but able to recall a blurry series of events, the lack of other Autobots stuck out to you, especially when you remembered the whole group had been together in battle the last time you'd seen them. Not seeing a single other being in the cave activated your worry. "Where's-?"
"Shhh, questions take stamina you can't spare. I'll do the talking for both of us." Mirage interrupted gently, still teasing but sounding much softer as he encouraged you to lie back. The warmth of his servo and the comfort of his much larger frame beside yours allowed you to relax and listen, but as you did so It became apparent you were still quite exhausted, and you had to fight the urge to sleep. A fascinating narrative made consciousness stick around despite your heavy eyelids. "It took some expert tracking, but Bee was able to find two sets of tracks; a big ugly bot and the human he was tearing after. Unfortunately enough for him, we found him first."
Now you could remember how you'd gotten into this mess; running from a Decepticon and trying to lose them in the dense, frozen forest... The last thing you'd seen of Mirage had been the main battle, and you couldn't even begin to recall how long you'd been out in the cold, but it was good to know everything had more or less worked out. If only you weren't so terribly cold...
"I don't know how you outran him, but you were sorta... asleep and awake when we found you, so cold you weren't even shivering. We called Noah, and he's arranging to meet Optimus somewhere "clandestine" and escort a medic this way. They're gonna look you over and then pretend they didn't see us." Mirage continued. Nodding in incomplete understanding, you tried to keep your eyes open, and would have yawned if you'd had the strength. You knew what was being said meant a lot to you, and that a doctor was very much in order, but it all felt so far away. Aching body going increasingly numb, you barely found the strength to reply.
"Thank you..." you croaked, so terribly tired you couldn't convince yourself that staying awake was worth it. Mirage reacted swiftly, cupping his hand behind your head and looking into your eyes. The fear in his optics made you yearn for the energy to comfort him, but as it was you couldn't even understand why he was so upset.
"Don't thank me, just stay awake, yeah?" he encouraged, positive facade crumbling as he scooped you up in a panic. Feeling his chest, which radiated a reduced but still appreciable amount of warmth, you sighed and leaned into his embrace. The speedster held you tightly against him, digits patting your cheek as he tried to get you to focus on him. "Talk to me, Y/N, tell me what I can do."
"Cold..." was all you could say, exhaustion all but dragging you down into unconsciousness. Only your desire not to upset him kept you awake, but you knew there was precious little fight left in you. Mirage frantically reached back to the damp wood he'd been attempting to dry and ignite with his blaster.
"Okay, okay... I can... Scrap, I can't get this to light!" he cried in briefly hopeless frustration, his servo transforming back into a limb so he could hold you close to share what little warmth he had to spare. The pain in his expression compelled you to comfort him, but you didn't have the strength to do anything but lay your hand on the glowing center of his chest. You only wanted him to know it was alright, but the mech took much more from the gesture, his optics widening before his brows furrowed in determination. "Plan B then; come here."
Snapping open his chest panels and revealing the beautiful yet surprisingly soft glow of his spark, he pulled you close, allowing you to practically snuggle against the heat generating essence of his being.
"Sorry if this is weird... but it's warm, right?" he said quickly, aware of the awkward intimacy even if the situation was desperate. Being held so close allowed you to finally thaw after hours of exposure, and the feeling of life returning to your limbs was soothing enough to compel you to sigh. Cradling you tightly against his spark, Mirage sat back against the cave wall and relaxed at your increasingly less pallid complexion, returning to a more playful tone filled with affection. "My spark always runs hot, part of being an Outlier. I'll keep you close until the doc gets here. Least I can do for my little space heater."
Smiling back at the joke, you sighed once more and touched your hand to his spark, able to feel the soft hum soothing your aching body. As much as you still yearned for sleep, being so close gave you the strength to stay awake a little longer, the growing ease in his frame compelling you to keep going for both your sakes. A tender cupping of your face helped make you all the more certain that everything was going to be alright.
Mirage continued to encourage you, the devotion in his spark more than warm enough to keep the dark, frigid cold of the cave at bay. "You just keep getting nice and toasty. I've got you..."
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