whatwooshkai
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Something is wrong.
There's a weird noise coming from Chase's engine. His shoulders are scrunched to his audials and his finials are pinned back, his optics screwed shut.
But the weirdest part is no one seems to be paying him any mind.
Cody taps the side of Boulder's helm from where he's perched on their shoulder, pulling their attention away from Blades and Heatwave's ping pong game. "What's wrong with Chase?" he asks, pointing to the bot in question, who makes a weird cross between a squeak and a whine.
"Oh! Wait," Boulder claps their hands together as the game rises in ferocity behind them. "You guys have a word for it. He's- uh-"
Suddenly, Chase's plating flaps as air rushes out of all his vents, and his siren gives a WHOOP! on his back. Everything in a ten foot radius rustles with the force of it, and Chase drops his shoulders, clearly feeling some kind of relief.
It kind of looks like... "Sneezing?" Cody guesses.
"Yes, that was it!" Boulder claps their hands together. "That-"
"SCORE!" Heatwave shouts behind them.
"NO! THAT WAS OUT OF BOUNDS!" Blades shouts back. Heatwave grabs the ball from the floor and throws it at Blades, who lets it bounce off his forehead with wide optics. "BOULDER!" he suddenly yells, grabbing onto their arm. "It was my point! Tell him!"
"Quit hiding and tell me yourself!"
In the background, Chase's engines hiccup as he prepares for another sneeze.
#little bit of a shorter one here#saw a post about cybertronians sneezing and yknow I had to write it#but also I think heatwave and blades are super competitive in sports#blades doesn't really like to fight so they duke it out in sports#transformers rescue bots#tfrb chase#tfrb boulder#tfrb heatwave#tfrb blades#cody burns#s&m ask game#thanks for the ask!!#smoke and mirrors au#woosh answers
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Give me a 1 in the ask game, friendo! :D
Heatwave leans forward over his crossed legs, huffing as Blades and Chase argue behind him. Boulder- smart, smart bot- opted out early and is sitting in front of Heatwave, attempting to distract him with an illustrated encyclopedia on Earth fauna.
Primus, Heatwave wishes he could turn his audials off. Part of him's actually interested in what Boulder's saying, but the majority of him is paying close attention to the shouting behind him in case those two say something alarming.
"I wish I could just fuckin' do this myself," Heatwave mumbles, crossing his arms. Boulder gives him a sympathetic smile and pats the top of his hat like he's a primus-damned sparkling.
Because of the way firetruck alt modes are structured, Heatwave can't lay his own hose. In the academy this wasn't a problem- at the end of class every day, they'd pick a partner, sit down, semi-transform their backs and cool down while the other would lay their hose for them, then they'd return the favor. Normally, Kade does it for him, but he left immediately after returning from tonight's rescue, which means one of his rescue bots has to do it. Normally, not a problem.
But of course. Of course they had to make it a problem.
Blades had volunteered to do it, as he's done it for his brother multiple times, and Heatwave has seen him do it before, so yeah. There really should be no problems there. And Chase, ever the sweetspark, has done a ton of research on firetruck alt modes (all their alt modes, actually), and so he offered as well.
Normally one of them would happily step aside for the other, but ever since the Incident, it's been nearly suffocating dealing with how helpful everyone's trying to be. Which leads them to their current situation.
"I know you're trying to be helpful," Heatwave snarls, snapping his head back to glare at them, "but will one of you shut the fuck up and get on with it already?!"
Chase and Blades stare at him in stunned silence. "But he's doing it wrong," they say at the same time, and Heatwave has half a mind to disengage his ladder and whack both of them with it.
"Fine," Heatwave snarls. "Boulder, you do it."
"Okay!" Boulder says brightly, but their voice is strained. Slight relief flows through everyone's fields, though they all dial it back in immediately.
There might have been a word of protest from from Chase and Blades, but it dies the second they catch sight of the open page Boulder had left on, immediately enraptured in the full page illustration of a bird (is that what Boulder called it? Yeah, he thinks so...) pressing their shoulders together and dropping their voices to hushed whispers.
Heatwave sighs and relaxes into the silence.
#they care about him so damn much#they're siblings your honor <3#transformers rescue bots#tfrb heatwave#tfrb boulder#tfrb blades#tfrb chase#woosh answers#thanks for the ask!!#s&m ask game#smoke and mirrors au
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i just found fullbody turnarounds of all the tfp robots and im going to share because im a good person
op
ratchet
bulkhead
bee
arcee
smokescreen
wheeljack
there isnt one for cliffjumper but there is this
starscream
knock out
breakdown
airachnid
soundwave
skyquake (no dreadwing but this should still help)
unicron
megatron
im going to cry these will be so useful
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So excited for the movie and definetely not at all dreading whats to come :))))
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“May I please draw your OC?”
Reblog this message if you encourage anyone that wants to draw your OC to do so. No need to ask for permission in advance.
Go for it. Draw my OC. If you want, I’ll even give you reference posts. Go to town on it.
You are welcome to draw my OC and surprise me with the result. Seriously. In fact, I encourage it. I will proudly display whatever it is you submit to me regarding my OC. There is a chance that I will squeal about it for several days.
Even if you feel you aren’t good at whatever artistic adventure it is you do, please feel free to submit it to me. I want to see what you have done.
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for the smoke & mirrors ask - have you had 16 yet?
"You do it! You're the leader!"
"I am not asking! Boulder, you ask."
"Okay-"
"Actually, nevermind. This is stupid. I'll just use my hoses-"
"No! You are not spraying me in the face again, you almost broke my optics-"
"Oh shut up, you were fine!"
"Barely!"
"Blades is correct, that level of pressure-"
"Stay out of this, Chase!"
"Seriously, guys, I don't mind asking-"
Cody sighs, lowering the lift all the way down before the rescue bots break out into an all out brawl. Five minutes of listening to them bicker and yet he still has no idea what they want.
"Hey guys!" he announces, and every helm snaps over. Cody is suddenly aware of the size difference. "Whatcha talkin' 'bout?"
The rescue bots' gazes flit between Cody and each other, seemingly having a silent conversation before Boulder pipes up and says, "We want you to wash our faces."
"Huh?"
"Our faces," Chase repeats. "We would like you to wash them."
"Yeah, I heard," Cody says, giving them a lopsided smile. "I just wanna know why."
"Well, back on Cybertron you'd have to go to a detailer to get your face properly cleaned," Blades explains. "Lots of small seams, big servos, it's not exactly easy to do it yourself. But we figured, since your servos are so small...?"
None of the rescue bots are looking at him. Boulder is very interested in their hands, Blades is scuffing his feet, Heatwave is tapping a beat on his arm that makes Chase's finials flick in time.
Oh my god. Are they... embarrassed?
Cody coughs into his fist to stifle a laugh. His dad says it all the time: "For a race of advanced alien robots, they're just as bad as us."
"I can wash your faces!" Cody assures them. "Frankie'll be here soon, and she'll be happy to help too!"
There's clear embarrassment radiating off the bots, but Cody decides not to let them stew in it and runs to the storage closet to grab the supplies, fumbling with his comm link at the same time.
"Hey, Frankie," he says, pressing his cheek to his shoulder as he puts the car soap in a bucket with some sponges and towels. "How far are you?"
"Walking in now," her voice crackles over the comm line. "Why?"
"The bots asked for their faces washed, so we're doing that," he explains, grabbing a second bucket.
"Why...?"
Cody shrugs, then realizes she can't see him. "Because they asked. Isn't that a good enough reason?"
Frankie sighs, but there's a smile in her voice. "I guess so. Coming down the lift now."
"Don't get off, we'll need some height." Cody carries his supplies out of the closet, past the bots who are currently greeting Frankie, up onto the lift beside her. He sets down their supplies and they divide them between each other, and Heatwave fills their buckets when prompted.
Boulder and Blades come forward first, sitting down and letting Frankie adjust the lift so they're at the perfect height.
Cody has been close to the rescue bots before. He sits on their shoulders, they carry him around in their hands, sometimes they sit him atop their helms! But he realizes that he's never been this close to their faces, and now he understands why they wanted this.
Boulder's faceplate isn't perfectly smooth, there are small grooves and seams and scratches and scuffs, there's little divots under their optics that almost look like tear ducts. Cody dips the sponge into the soapy water and starts on Boulder's cheek, but nearly drops it when the rumbling starts up.
Blades had slumped over immediately, leaning his chin onto the railing of the lift, and while Boulder was doing a better job of keeping themselves upright, twin rumbling rises from their chests, the unmistakable purr of an engine.
Frankie and Cody exchange looks, not wanting to ruin the moment. Like cats! Frankie signs excitedly, and Cody can't help but grin, because they are.
There's a shocking amount of dirt on Boulder's face, so it takes almost two hours to get the towel to come out clean when he wipes it across their cheek. Blades has fully fallen asleep.
Heatwave's tapping his arm impatiently while Chase has busied himself with a book, but his tapping foot is giving him away as well.
"All done!" Cody announces, clapping his hands together, and Boulder blinks sleepily, before giving him a big smile.
"Thank you!" they say brightly, standing up shakily and picking up Blades with them, making room for the other two.
Chase takes a spot in front of Frankie as Heatwave sits in front of Cody. He leans onto his hands to brings his face close enough for Cody to reach it.
Heatwave looks exhausted already, and far worse for wear than Boulder did. It almost seems like there's dark circles under his optics, there's dirt crusted into the scar on his cheek and in the seams of his jaw, and there's a dent just below his left optic.
He's asleep in minutes.
All four rescue bots' engines purr in time.
#this one got away from me#they are such cutie patooties#also frankie and cody know sign because with all the shit doc greene gets into there's no way that man is not hard of hearing#also sign language is so cool and I would love to learn it#transformers rescue bots#tfrb chase#tfrb boulder#tfrb heatwave#tfrb blades#cody burns#frankie greene#woosh answers#smoke and mirrors au#thanks for the ask!!#s&m ask game
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someone I follow on the bird app just announced they're starting a very exclusive private fic server because they and a bunch of other people want to talk about how much they love the fics they're reading, and as an author can I just say that a really great place to talk about a fic you love is in the comments for that fic
I understand that people are trying to create safe spaces, but as the number of comments that I get on my fics dwindles with each passing year, knowing these spaces exist where my fics are being discussed, places that I am excluded from, makes me want to write fic LESS
I mean I guess who cares, right, because if I stop writing, there's 10,000 other people that will continue...but if you participate in a fic "book club" server and you say nice things there about a fic you loved, maybe copy and paste that into a comment on AO3?
the only thing fanfic writers are asking for in return for hours of hard work is attention. please don't rob us of the one thing that we hope for when we hit "post"
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This is like my first try at trying to draw a transformer so uh yippe
Drew Quickshadow from rescue bots because she’s hot (yeah I said it)
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“oh one time my—” (abruptly stops myself from saying the words “tumblr mutual” in public) “overseas colleague”
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12 for the number of letters in that/whatwooshkai
Chase's frame is a well-oiled machine. It is a uniform, it is a tool for justice, it is nothing more than what he needs it to be to do his job.
And that would be the total and complete truth, if it weren't for these Primus-damned finials.
He has attempted to implement emotion-supressing protocols to stop them from moving so damn much, but he wasn't so good at it that he could hide the coding from medibots, who would immediately delete it upon finding it, despite Chase's protests.
"It will make me better at my job," he had tried. "A field should be kept close and professional, finials should be the same!"
They'd just laughed at him, and laughed harder when his finials pinned back.
Finials aren't rare on Cybertron, but they continue to be an object of fascination regardless. Many times bots would have no qualms about reaching out and touching and groping his finials, just to see them flick and twitch, because leave me alone, those are sensitive- which just encouraged them more.
"You're uptight," Blades had drawled, leaning over the top of his bunk to look down at him. "Try to stop reacting. They just want to see you vulnerable."
Chase's finials had pinned back, flicking when he noticed Blades' optics tracking the movement. "I do not understand."
Blades sighed heavily, dropping down onto his chassis. "You and me both."
Despite the strange end to that conversation, Chase had tried his best to follow the advice. But the finials seem to have a mind of their own, and he doesn't even notice most of the time when they move on their own accord.
At least on Earth it's been better. His rescue bots have known him for so long they're not fascinated by his finials, and the humans don't seem to notice them half the time.
He's still not fond of them. They take away from his professional image and he can't control them.
And then, what a surprise, Heatwave makes it worse.
They had been sitting on the couch. Heatwave was splayed across Chase's lap, drawing, while Chase balanced the datapad he was reading on Heatwave's windshield.
It had been a Cybertronian essay on the mechanimals that found themselves populating solely large cities, a truly fascinating subject he hadn't gotten around to reading about yet.
So by the time he noticed, it was too late.
Heatwave had his digits on Chase's finial, rubbing gentle circles up and down. Instead of an electric jolt and a horrible feeling of wrong, a strange calm comes over him, and an involuntary purr begins to rise from his engine. He slumps forward, leaning on Heatwave, who coos mockingly.
"Look at that," he says with a triumphant grin, putting down his stylus to rub the other finial, and the purring gets louder. Chase tries to push his frustration through his field, but content flows out instead, making Heatwave's grin grow bigger. "Chase-y's got an off switch!"
Chase glares at him, but he knows it comes off as pathetic with the way Heatwave laughs at him.
Stupid fucking finials.
#loosely inspired by if you rub dogs' ears enough they kinda get high#I think chase has body image issues#but in the way where his body is a tool and only meant to be useful to others#I care about them so much#BROTHERS BROTHERS BROTHERS#I also think heatwave stims on the other rescue bots#taps their plating plays with their kibble etc#transformers rescue bots#tfrb chase#tfrb blades#tfrb heatwave#woosh answers#smoke and mirrors au#s&m ask game#thanks for the ask!!
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college is fucking insane. I got up at 7am to film a short with sock puppets
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Hopefully no one did that joke before
This is my first time drawing G1, so might not look that good
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My one friend group can't stop saying, "See you in hell!" in a cheerful voice instead of, "Talk to you later!" and my other friend group can't stop calling things "penis" instead of "cool" or "good", so I just unironically uttered the phrase, "Sounds penis, see you in hell," as I got off the phone.
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Graham feels like he shouldn't be getting this much enjoyment out of this, but it's fascinating.
He's currently perched on Boulder's shoulder, looking down at them scribble their findings on a datapad. The other rescue bots are in front of them, seated at a makeshift table. Their optics are turned off, tied with blindfolds as extra security, with their audials turned off.
And they're eating rocks.
It's like that bit on Hell's Kitchen where Gordon Ramsey has two chefs try the same thing and identify it, except these are these are giant alien robots and they are identifying rocks and minerals and metals.
The most fascinating part of all this is the obvious biases they have. Heatwave had eaten the whole sample of mica and Chase and Blades hadn't hesitated to give him theirs once they figured out what it was. Chase had immediately spit out the cobalt, and Blades hadn't eaten his quartz, but was instead licking it between samples.
And so far, Chase and Blades had been batting a thousand, while Heatwave had been confidently wrong on everything he didn't like.
"Last two," Boulder announces despite the fact they can't hear them, showing Graham the little pieces of gold and silver they'd saved for last. They give him a smile, and Graham starts to pay close attention.
Boulder hands out the gold first. Chase takes a tentative bite, before frowning. He seems to reluctantly swallow it. "Gold," he mutters, seeming disappointed. He hands his piece to Blades, who has a much more positive reaction, positively lighting up when he tastes it.
Heatwave plays with it a little bit, feeling it bend under his digits, before giving them a snaggle-toothed scowl. "I'm not eating gold, Boulder," he snaps, probably louder than he means to be, passing the piece to Blades, who happily accepts it.
Graham grins. "Is there is a story there?"
Boulder's gaze becomes haunted and far away for a moment. "A story for another time," they say, their expression reminiscent of someone having war flashbacks. But it's gone in an instant.
Surprisingly, Chase loves the silver. Blades eats it without complaint, but Heatwave spits it back out.
"And we're done!" Boulder brings up the chart to show Graham the results, tapping the ones in red. "I like to do this every once in a while, because their tastes change occasionally. I like to know everyone's favorite additives, and it's more fun for them if I make it a game." They give him a conspiratorial grin. "And it's good to know what to put in the high grade to keep Heatwave out of it."
Graham can't help but laugh. "Sabotage, Boulder? I didn't think you capable!"
They just give him a cheeky grin.
#boulder can be petty when they need to be#transformers rescue bots#tfrb boulder#tfrb chase#tfrb blades#tfrb heatwave#graham burns#woosh answers#smoke and mirrors au#s&m ask game#thanks for the ask!!
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