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little-lovebugz · 7 months
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Starscream fr is the definition of “How I look with He/Him in my bio.” HE SLAYS SO HARD 🤧
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solarzilla · 2 years
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meme-meupthotty · 8 months
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Season 3 dialogue takes deadpan humor to a whole new level
Transformers: Generation 1 — Season 3, Episode 8 — Dark Awakening
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*sad violin music*
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shiuemi · 3 months
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They are so cute.🥺❤️❤️❤️
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squidthesquidd · 4 months
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Baby G1 starscream, he's already so squishy!! 😭
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heres your freak <3
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lunarbreaksblog · 3 months
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G1 Soundwave x reader || Cheri Cheri Lady ||
Note: this is for all my autistic girlies ( I'm the girlies)
You are human, Soundwave is a alien robot. It's weird. However, he could care less what other people think. He loves you for who you are.
He knows that you are a little different to the other humans. Your processor thinks more quickly than other humans. You seem to fiddle with your hands and sometimes you sound like you have no emotions, but he knows that you care.
You are independent as well, he can count on you for things. It was a bit rough for you at the beginning, having to get accustomed to the base and the others. But you plowed through. You mostly like the cassettes.
He loves that you like them even if though, Rumble and Frenzy can be menaces.
He actually trusts you enough to help with his admin. Megatron could care less as long as it's done.
Soundwave won't admit it, but he loves you body. His people are so solid. You're so soft, he loves just holding you but he won't if you're feeling overwhelmed, though he will look from the corner at you and repress his need to just squish you.
The cassettes don't really hate nor like you at first but then as they get to know you. They find out why Soundwave likes you so much. You just seem so much smarter and more caring, even if they are cons. They need love to live.
The cassettes also love being near you, you're like a pillar of warmness and love. Ravage love sleeping on you, specifically between your breasts.
You like become a second carrier to them.
Soundwave is quite happy that the Autobots lead them to earth, because if they didn't he wouldn't be able to find the love of his life
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So I was rewatching B.O.T. and-
IT GETS BETTER
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mad-hearts · 2 years
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SOUNDWAVE SUPERIOR
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cryptidkitteh · 3 months
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asdfghjk I am bad at drawing robots my god-
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pileojunk · 7 months
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Worlds evilest cry baby 💕
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little-lovebugz · 6 months
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My deranged StarOp obsession continues. I love them so much 💔💔
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ilmeshka · 6 months
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🦂Forgive me, please, but I couldn't help but joke about Shockwave's boobs😭😭😭😭
🦂Do reblog to support me🙏💛
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meme-meupthotty · 8 months
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Thanks I hate it
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Jazz doing his best impression of a frog
Transformers: Generation 1 — Desertion of the Dinobots: Part 1 (Season 2 Episode 19)
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tinydefector · 17 days
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lovers amongst the stars
Megatron × GN human
Small post smut, after-care fic
No real warnings: naked bodies, craving each other.
because I love soft megatron falling even more in love.
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Request and ask open, read pinned post
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Megatron watches in the dark shadow of the hub suite, optics flickering in the low light that filters in from the flickering stars. A Soft naked form is silhouetted against the starlight and darkness, his optics traces his lovers form in true contentment. His human lover gracefully moving against the piles of silk and satin soft pants falling from their lips.
How Megatron longs to close the distance between them again, to take their fragile flesh into his powerful servos and hold it close, to feel skin pressed against his haul, listen to the soft music that falls from kiss swollen lips.to hear the angelic frequency when they call his name in extasy, he remains watching, gazing his fill of their stunning form,
He feels his spark stutter as his lover turns, optics meeting those delicate eyes sparking with the red glow of his own. now gazing upon him. A soft smile curves his human's lips, and Megatron is undone wishing to have his lover pressed back against him in the most intimate manner possible.
Before he can beg forgiveness for his voyeurism, they moves to him, taking Megatron's battle-scarred servo between both hands. Megatron holds perfectly still, vents catching, as they presses gentle kisses along the seams and lines of his digit joints, tracing each line and curve.
No weapon of war has ever been treated with such tenderness, nor from one so small and delicate. Megatron's chains suddenly feel unbearably tight. This human, this mere organic, sees not a conqueror or tyrant of worlds - only sees Megatron, their lover. Megatron thinks that perhaps, just perhaps, he too can settle for an easy life if it was ever granted to him, but only with his sweetspark, he would damn himself just for them.
"Megs?" Falls from his lovers lips lightly as those eyes stares into megatron's ruby coloured optics. Turning more to come megatron's faceplate with a small hand tracing the lines that had worn into the plating over millennia's of war, soft fingers move against hard metal with the most delicate touch as if afraid they would hurt him.
Megatron's optics shutter briefly at the intimacy of the act and that single word, his nickname. He leans into the gentle touch on his battle-scarred face,his own servos tracing familiar curve of their hip, side and legs. servos itching to pull that fragile form close, to feel them wrapped around him again.But still he remains motionless.
Onlining his optics again, Megatron finds them gazing up at him searchingly, as if tracing far more than mere plating, how megatron wish it could be his spark in this humans hands. hand continues its path undaunted, and Megatron feels his chains loosening one link at a time. This human accepts him - all of him, past and present. And in those arms, Megatron believes he has finally found a home.
Megatron feels his sparks swell at the sound of giggles. He had not meant to let his gaze linger. megatron's thumb presses against his lovers chest, the soft beat of their heart, still races, metal against skin, Both existing in the silence of the hub suite only the two of them and flickering star light. "Didn't realise you enjoyed listening to my heartbeat" they teases. leaning into the giant metal hand as if it were made to fit again the organic form.
In this moment there is only them - two beings from separate worlds joined in the simple meeting of metal and flesh, spark and heart. Truely they were starcross lovers. Megatron lets the steady rhythm wash over him, that despite all odds somehow one so fragile has found the will to keep his spark beating. "I had not realized either, little one," Megatron rumbles softly, optics dimming in contentment, "but its song is sweeter than any chorus of Cybertron. I could listen to it every night and never tire of it, a song that sings for me in such a delicate manner, my sweet spark singer" He bends slowly to touch his helm to theirs, surrounding and surrounded by the life and light and love that has cracked through his armor at long last.
Megatron's optics dim fully as press forehead to helm together in the most intimate of gestures. For a gladiator built only for destruction, the simple contact feels like salvation, crackling through his circuits like the riches high grade energon. They are everything.
Megatron never thought he could have - redemption, compassion, unconditional acceptance of his marred and stained past. In his sweetsparks presence, all of Megatron's eons of hardship and conflict seem to fade, leaving only the glow of their mingled life-forces, one metallic and eternal, the other warm and fleeting. Megatron vows silently to shield this fragile gift with his very spark. As long as it beats, he would love them until the stars took him.
They may come from different worlds, but in each other they have found home, and that is well worth fighting - and living - for. Megatron folds them carefully against his chassis, embracing this divine fragile frame.for the heavens that have seen fit to bring them together if only for a moment in time.
A low, resonant hum rises from Megatron's chassis in response to the sensuality of the moment, vibrating through the plating against thier cheek. One small hand covers the gleaming silver armor guarding Megatron's spark, and he aches to show the glow within, to bare that most vulnerable part of himself without fear of its light extinguishing.
optics shuttered in blissful tranquility as Megatron's armored hand comes up slowly to cradle his lover closer. finds himself humming a nameless tune, some half-remembered melody from his time in the mines. his spark has stilled to a soothing tide. Here is absolution, amnesty, and above all else - love, freely given without demand for anything in return. Megatron marvels at the simple beauty of it, the soft skin of his human lover drapes over him in the most tranquil way possible.
This was one of the things the Ex warlord loved the most about his Conjunx.
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ngabrashvili · 4 months
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✈️🐝StarBee✈️🐝
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